My Wife Is a Delicate Omega and I’ve Forgotten Her After Amnesia - Chapter 2

After the bartender, Jessica, finished speaking with the boss, she came back to report, “President Bai, she’ll be here in about five minutes.”

Bai Ruoliu nodded calmly, gesturing for Jessica to return to her work. She turned to Shu Yu and explained, “The cocktails made by the owner here are truly special. They taste different from anything anyone else can make. Don’t rush, just wait five minutes. You have to be patient if you want to enjoy a fine drink, right?”

Shu Yu sat on a high stool and asked nonchalantly, “You come here often?”

“Occasionally,” Bai Ruoliu replied. “I stop by now and then to chat with the owner. She’s a beautiful woman, how do I put it? She’s stunning. You’ll see when you meet her.”

“An Omega?” Shu Yu asked.

Bai Ruoliu immediately raised a hand in a pledge. “Please, don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not here to pursue her. I swear, I’ve never chased her, nor have I ever flirted with her. I just think she’s beautiful and pleasant to look at, you know? Seeing her puts me in a good mood, and I just wanted to help lift your spirits.”

Shu Yu wasn’t interested. “Got it.”

While waiting for the owner to arrive, Shu Yu pulled out her phone, intently scrolling through the records of the past three years.

Everything was there—photo albums, text messages, WeChat chat logs, and even shopping history. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Yet, she felt deeply that she had forgotten someone and something incredibly important. The blankness of that missing piece left her feeling stifled and anxious.

Shu Yu pressed her hand firmly against her chest. It wasn’t just anxiety; there was a faint, lingering pain emanating from within. It had been tormenting her day and night since she woke up, as if something were constantly gnawing at her heart.

Her mother suggested she might be missing her grandmother, who had passed away three years ago. Shu Yu had been devastated by that loss at the time.

But Shu Yu didn’t think that was it. She felt as though she had forgotten a… lover.

Otherwise, how could she suddenly feel so overwhelmed with sorrow, as if she had lost her most cherished person?

Shu Yu tried hard to recall, but there was no result.

“Bai-bai, it’s been a while. What brings you here today?”

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind her, cutting through the crowd. It was melodic, soft, and alluring, causing her heart to skip two beats.

Shu Yu held her soda, not looking up, but she felt a scent—like roses, but not quite, wafting toward her from behind. It grew stronger, inexplicably threatening to overwhelm her.

Jiang Zhijiu rested her hand on Bai Ruoliu’s shoulder. It looked natural and familiar, but in reality, she was struggling to control her erratic breathing. She smiled as if nothing were amiss. “Did you come alone, Bai-bai?”

“I’m with a friend,” Bai Ruoliu said, looking at Shu Yu, who seemed cold and indifferent to her surroundings. “Jiu-jie, this is a friend of mine. She’s been ill, and I brought her out to relax. Would you mind mixing her a drink?”

As Shu Yu sat in silence, a figure in a red dress entered her field of vision. A moment later, her chin was lifted by a soft, fragrant finger.

Their eyes met, and Shu Yu’s heartbeat seemed to stop instantly.

The woman standing inches away possessed an incredibly beautiful face. Her features were delicate and exquisite, and her makeup was flawless. She was breathtaking, with a vivid, flirtatious charm in her eyes.

Shu Yu’s heart constricted for no reason, and then began to beat uncontrollably fast.

The woman’s red dress was so vivid in her sight, her features so bewitchingly beautiful, that Shu Yu felt her heart might just burst out of her chest.

“What a beautiful face,” the woman said, her eyes shimmering with the pink light of the bar’s strobe lights. She curled her lips into a smile and asked, “Does my little sister have a girlfriend? Don’t misunderstand, it’s your first time here, so I’m just asking so I can help you fend off anyone you don’t like.”

The woman’s voice was soft and airy, like a dandelion drifting away, or silk that one could touch in the dark.

It made Shu Yu’s heart race with confusion.

Yet, somehow, an image flashed through her mind.

It felt as though this woman had spoken to someone else in the exact same way—ambiguous, soft, and flowing like water.

Shu Yu ignored the fluttering in her heart, forcing herself to calm down. She reasoned that a bar owner must have many “little sisters” and perhaps many girlfriends.

Shu Yu lowered her gaze, suppressing the agitation, and gently pushed the woman’s finger away. She leaned back. “Please just mix the drink.”

Jiang Zhijiu lowered her eyes the moment her finger was pushed away.

She had been nervous for so long, fearing that she would see only cold, unfamiliar eyes when she looked at Shu Yu. She feared being treated with indifference, yet here it was.

When Shu Yu had first woken up, her mother had said her memories were stuck from three years ago and that she wouldn’t recognize her. She hadn’t believed it, but at this moment, facing Shu Yu’s apathy, she finally did.

Did Shu Yu hate her that much? That she could remember everyone else, but not her?

Jiang Zhijiu tried her best to lift her lips, regaining her carefree composure. She gave a soft, delicate laugh, the red and green lights reflecting in her eyes. “Little sister has quite a temper, doesn’t she?”

Shu Yu glanced at her coldly from the corner of her eye, which only made her appear more temperamental.

Seeing this, Bai Ruoliu quickly interjected, “She doesn’t have a girlfriend. Could you please take care of her, Jiu-jie? My friend has been sick and forgot some things, and she’s a bit out of sorts. Shu Yu, she’s just joking around, she doesn’t mean any harm.”

“I don’t?” Shu Yu asked suddenly, turning to Bai Ruoliu.

“What?”

“A girlfriend. I don’t have one?”

Bai Ruoliu was absolutely certain. “Of course not. Which Omega would dare pursue you? And given your personality, would you ever take the initiative to chase an Omega?”

Shu Yu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Was it really true?

But whenever she woke up in the middle of the night, she always instinctively reached out, as if trying to wrap her arms around a slender waist.

Drawing it close into her embrace was the only thing that made her feel safe.

Yet, she always grabbed at empty air.

Afterward, a profound sense of loss and sorrow would fill her, making it impossible to fall back asleep.

Was it just an illusion?

And what about the way she felt toward the bar owner just now?

Was that also just the chaotic emotions of someone who had just woken up from amnesia?

Bai Ruoliu said to Jiang Zhijiu, “Don’t mind her, Jiu-jie. My friend is a bit on edge because she can’t remember certain things.”

“It’s fine, I understand,” Jiang Zhijiu said, leaning over gracefully. She remained close to Shu Yu, her beautiful eyes resting tenderly on her face. She asked softly, “Since you’ve just recovered from being ill, can you drink? Would it be bad for your health? Shall I make you a Mocktail instead?”

Shu Yu frowned and leaned back. “I can drink. Please, just mix the drink.”

Jiang Zhijiu remained warm, smiling as she brushed Shu Yu’s cheek. “Alright, I’ll make it for you now.”

As the soft fingertips brushed against her skin, Shu Yu felt as if a gentle feather had passed over her heart.

As the fingertips pulled away, her heart seemed to flutter away with them.

Jiang Zhijiu straightened up and walked gracefully behind the bar. As she passed Bai Ruoliu, she pinched her cheek, and as she passed Jessica, she patted her head, as if she were naturally fond of touching girls.

This owner must be a player, Shu Yu thought, feeling certain.

Jiang Zhijiu’s cocktail-making was beautiful to watch. Her fingers were long and slender, and her movements with the shaker were elegant and agile, like a magician. Finally, she poured the drink into a glass, added soda water, stirred it well, placed a garnish on top, and pushed it toward Bai Ruoliu. “Shu Yu, here is your ‘Red Rose.’ Try it.”

As Shu Yu reached for the drink, Jiang Zhijiu’s jade-like fingers brushed against the back of her hand. “Wait a moment.”

Shu Yu looked down at her hand where she had been touched, feeling as though she had been scorched by fire. She tried her best not to pull away. “What is it?”

“Forgot the rose.” Jiang Zhijiu placed a small rose on the surface of the drink, inserted a straw, and handed it to her. “There.”

Shu Yu caught the scent of the alcohol and took a sip. She had prepared for it to be harsh, but the alcohol content seemed quite low.

Jiang Zhijiu leaned on her chin, watching her with great tenderness. “Since you’ve just recovered, it’s better not to have too much alcohol. I only added a tiny bit. I hope you get well soon.”

Faced with such genuine concern, Shu Yu’s cold demeanor softened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Jiang Zhijiu said, straightening up and brushing back her hair. “How is it?”

“It’s okay.”

Jiang Zhijiu chuckled. “So, ‘it’s okay’ means it’s pretty good, right?”

It was indeed quite good. The hint of alcohol on her tongue left a faint, acidic tingle, followed by the invading aroma of roses. It was a specially crafted drink that made one want a second sip.

Jiang Zhijiu continued mixing drinks for Bai Ruoliu, her movements so smooth and efficient that it looked as if she had made thousands of drinks for beautiful women right here.

She was wearing a silk red slip dress that clung to her figure. The straps looked more like something meant for the house, not for public view, and she seemed to be wearing no undergarment. The fabric was soft and loose, and every movement she made exuded a mesmerizing charm.

“By the way, my name is Jiang Zhijiu. ‘Ginger’ (Jiang) tastes pungent at first, but with time, it leaves a sweet, lingering flavor—that’s the ‘Jiu’ (long time). Jiang, Zhi, Jiu,” the owner said, as if deliberately introducing herself so Shu Yu would remember her. She shook the cocktail shaker and asked, “What should I call you, little sister?”

“Shu Yu. ‘Shu’ as in comfort, ‘Yu’ as in taro milk tea.”

“Shu Yu, what a lovely name. I’ve got it, Shu Yu.”

Shu Yu looked up, her cold, beautiful face showing a hint of suspicion. “How are you so sure I’m younger than you?”

Jiang Zhijiu laughed. “I have an experienced eye, you see. If you disagree, tell me, how old are you?”

Shu Yu blurted out, “Twenty-two.”

Bai Ruoliu: “?”

Jiang Zhijiu: “…?”

Shu Yu took a deep breath and sighed, “Twenty-five.”

She had forgotten that she had lost three years of her memories.

When she woke up, she thought she was twenty-two and about to start her first year of graduate school, but her mother told her she was twenty-five and in her first year of a PhD program.

She had forgotten three years of memories and three years of knowledge. Her mother had applied for a one-year leave of absence for her.

Jiang Zhijiu laughed softly, the sound melodious and sweet. “You’re so cute. I’m a year older than you. Remember to call me ‘Big Sister’ next time we meet.”

Everyone said Shu Yu was cold and aloof, and no one had ever called her “cute.” Shu Yu looked down, not saying a word, and checked her phone.

Bai Ruoliu tried to spark some conversation, but Jiang Zhijiu suddenly doubled over.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Ruoliu asked.

Jiang Zhijiu looked a bit distressed. “Heat cycle. My suppressants just ran out.”

Bai Ruoliu glanced at Shu Yu and, acting out of concern, asked Jiang Zhijiu, “Do you need me to mark you temporarily? I can do it without any emotional involvement; just pretend I’m a doctor.”

“No need.” Jiang Zhijiu’s refusal was sharp. She waved for Jessica and whispered to her to bring some suppressants. Jessica left.

Jiang Zhijiu looked up, as if she were saying it for Shu Yu to hear. “My pheromone gland is located at the base of my spine. It’s not convenient for just anyone to mark me.”

The base of the spine a place only an Alpha could reach by squatting or kneeling behind her to perform the marking.

Shu Yu had already been smelling the pheromones in the bar, many girls on the dance floor were in their heat cycles, and the various sweet scents were mixed together. She had felt nothing, but now, for no reason, she felt a wave of agitation. She pulled out the straw, finished the drink in one go, placed the glass on the table, stood up, and said, “Let’s go.”

“Hey—” Bai Ruoliu pulled at her. “What’s the rush? Sit for a while longer.”

Jiang Zhijiu understood that she couldn’t rush this. She smiled and interrupted Bai Ruoliu. “She’s just recovered from being ill. If she’s uncomfortable, let her go home and rest.”

As she spoke, Jiang Zhijiu handed Shu Yu a flyer. “I have a bartending competition on the 7th. I’m one of the contestants. You can come by and watch if you’re free.”

Shu Yu glanced at it. She didn’t want to take it, but for some reason, her hand moved on its own.

Jiang Zhijiu didn’t let go of the flyer. She gripped it tightly, staring deeply at Shu Yu. She didn’t want her to leave, so she could only ask in a joking tone, “By the way, you seemed stunned when you first saw me. Why? Was I that beautiful to you?”

Shu Yu remained silent for a moment, then replied coldly to the self-proclaimed player. “No. I just thought you looked a lot like a friend of mine.”

Jiang Zhijiu let go of the flyer in a daze, and it landed in Shu Yu’s hand.

It was the exact same thing she had said three years ago.

She was just like that one lover in Shu Yu’s heart.

She was merely a shadow of the person Shu Yu truly loved.

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