My Wife Is a Delicate Omega and I’ve Forgotten Her After Amnesia - Chapter 4

Shuyu waited a long while before she finally stopped releasing her pheromones. With a cold, indifferent gaze, she retracted her presence and turned to Bai Ruoliu. “Call Department Head Chen. Tell him to come here and take this man away. Check his file, he likely has a criminal record. Handle it however the regulations dictate.”

Bai Ruoliu quickly agreed, scanning the area to see if any of the weakened Alphas or Omegas needed assistance. She had always known Shuyu’s temper; Shuyu would never allow anyone to lay even a finger on Jiang Zhijiu.

“But what about you?” Bai Ruoliu whispered. “Releasing your pheromones so recklessly in a public place… Department Head Chen is going to have to hold you accountable.”

“Let him hold me accountable. I’ll take the blame,” Shuyu replied, her attitude entirely nonchalant.

Shuyu turned around, looking toward the figure in the red dress behind her. Jiang Zhijiu was crouching on the ground, clutching her chest. Her red dress spread out across the floor like a blooming red lotus.

“What’s wrong with Sister Jiu?”

As Bai Ruoliu made the call, she hurried over to help, but Shuyu pushed her aside.

Shuyu crouched down. She reached out her index finger and lifted Jiang Zhijiu’s delicate chin, looking at her face with an air of indifference. “Where are you un—”

Jiang Zhijiu looked up. Her fair, exquisite face was streaked with crystal-clear tears.

Shuyu’s hand suddenly trembled. She froze, as if those tears had flowed directly into her heart. Her chest constricted painfully, tightening until it ached. “Why are you…”

Jiang Zhijiu’s eyelashes fluttered violently. She shook her head, avoiding Shuyu’s gaze. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, and her voice was soft, weak, and frail. “Your pheromones… I’m sensitive to them.”

Bai Ruoliu suddenly understood. Given their past relationship, if anyone were to be most affected by Shuyu’s pheromones, it could only be Jiang Zhijiu.

Especially just now, when Shuyu had released such a powerful suppression that even other Alphas were forced to their knees. Jiang Zhijiu, even as an Omega of the highest caliber, would still be severely impacted.

“Shuyu, you’re hurting her,” Bai Ruoliu said. She scrambled to explain, “Sister Jiu is usually very strong, but she’s been going through a lot lately, and her body is a bit weak, making her more susceptible. Sister Jiu, did you bring your suppressants?”

Jiang Zhijiu shook her head, her consciousness fading. When she was with Shuyu, she never needed to carry suppressants. If she was in heat, she just needed Shuyu to mark her. Sometimes, with Shuyu by her side, she rarely even experienced a heat cycle; after all, every night they were…

In any case, she had no habit of carrying them.

Shuyu helped Jiang Zhijiu stand up with a steady, apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, it was my negligence. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Jiang Zhijiu was incredibly weak and could barely stand. Soft and boneless by nature, she naturally collapsed into Shuyu’s arms and instinctively wrapped her arms around Shuyu’s waist.

Shuyu’s waist was very slender. Jiang Zhijiu loved to touch the narrowest part of her side, tracing her fingers over the deep curve of Shuyu’s waist. It felt wonderful. Whenever her own consciousness was clouded, she would always unconsciously wander her hands over Shuyu like that.

Shuyu was caught off guard by the embrace and the touch to her waist. Her back went rigid, and she stood straight as a board. As she felt the rising heat of Jiang Zhijiu’s body and heard the soft gasps right by her ear, her own skin began to heat up uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Bai Ruoliu finished the call with Department Head Chen, reporting the incident involving the misbehaving male Alpha.

Shuyu held Jiang Zhijiu, her body stiff. She wanted to gently stroke Jiang Zhijiu’s back to comfort her, but she restrained herself and stopped. She wanted to push her away, yet she found herself unable to follow through with that thought. She looked at Jiang Zhijiu’s pained expression and felt as though she were experiencing it herself. Every bit of discomfort Jiang Zhijiu felt, she felt, too—as if someone were gripping her heart, squeezing it over and over. Why is it like this?

Jiang Zhijiu’s consciousness was drifting away like dissipating smoke. She murmured, almost delirious, “Xiao Xiang…”

Who is Xiao Xiang? Is that the name of one of Jiang Zhijiu’s ex-girlfriends? Or perhaps the woman she loved the most?

In that instant, Shuyu’s expression turned cold. The warmth that had risen in her body vanished like a receding tide. All her goodwill disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable, intense hatred—as if she had hated those two words many times before.

Shuyu said coldly to Bai Ruoliu, “Ask Department Head Chen’s people how many minutes away they are and if they can bring suppressants. Boss Jiang should have brought some waiters or bartenders from the bar; look through the crowd, find them, and have them take her back.”

It didn’t take long for Bai Ruoliu to spot Jessica in the crowd and wave her over.

Shuyu didn’t hesitate. She pushed the nearly unconscious Jiang Zhijiu into Jessica’s arms. She told Bai Ruoliu, “Wait here for Department Head Chen, take care of her, and handle the aftermath. I have a headache, I’m leaving.”

Without waiting for Bai Ruoliu to agree or refuse, Shuyu turned and strode away, her cold back radiating indifference and ruthlessness.

Once she reached the end of the street and turned into an alleyway, Shuyu immediately hunched over. Having been discharged from the hospital not long ago, she hadn’t fully recovered. The strain of using her pheromones caused a splitting headache, as if a heavy pair of pliers were crushing her skull, making it hard to breathe.

The pain gradually spread to her chest. She clutched her heart, crouching on the ground, struggling for breath.

She didn’t understand why.

She didn’t understand why her habits and physical reactions were so strongly triggered by Jiang Zhijiu.

She didn’t understand why, when she saw Jiang Zhijiu’s tears and her physical distress, she felt a sympathetic ache.

And she understood even less why her heart felt like it was breaking when she heard Jiang Zhijiu whisper “Xiao Xiang.”

It was as if her blood and Jiang Zhijiu’s were deeply intertwined, affecting each other. And it felt as if she hated this “Xiao Xiang” to the core.

“Baby, perhaps you’re just looking for someone or something that might trigger your emotions. During the time you were in the hospital after losing your memory, were you emotionally indifferent to everyone and everything? It seemed that even toward Bai Ruoliu, you were only superficially annoyed, but truly indifferent. And it was the same with Mom, right?”

Shuyu thought for a moment and shook her head. “No. My feelings for you, Mom, are deeper. There was definitely a reaction.”

Mother Shuyu smiled softly, continuing to comfort her daughter gently. “Mom thinks that girl might just be the first person with a distinct personality you’ve encountered since being discharged, so your body is instinctively trying to make a connection. It’s your brain’s way of protecting you by initiating emotional coldness. In other words, your brain is currently playing tricks on you. It’s like a hallucination, but not quite—after all, you haven’t actually seen or heard anything, have you? As for the red dress, think about it—didn’t it only appear in your dreams after you saw that lady? My advice is to let nature take its course. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to recover your memories.”

Shuyu had only told her mother that she’d met a girl and had a strong emotional reaction, asking if her mother knew who she was, without going into detail. Yet, it seemed her mother had already surmised quite a lot.

When her mother said the girl was “the first person with personality she’d met,” she was being very tactful. In her heart, her mother was likely thinking: Shuyu, you must have been swayed by her beauty, right?

You saw a pretty girl and now you can’t stop thinking about her, haven’t you?

Having gained no useful answers, Shuyu sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

“Little Shuyu!” A woman was brought in by the housekeeper. She was clearly furious and stormed in toward Shuyu. “I’ve told you how many times: do not release your pheromones in public! If there’s a next time, I’m reporting you for fighting and throwing you in jail for a couple of days!”

It was Department Head Chen Rong of the Social ABO Control Bureau. Chen Rong was actually Shuyu’s aunt, the sister of her mother’s late lover.

Shuyu lifted her eyelids lazily. “Got it, Aunt.”

“You say ‘got it’ every time, and then you do it again!” Chen Rong, still in her work uniform, threw her coat onto the sofa and rolled up her sleeves, looking like she was ready to teach Shuyu a lesson. “You think just because you’re high-level and powerful, nobody can manage you, so you can do whatever you want, right?”

Shuyu: “Mm. Aunt, I’m sorry. I’ve caused you trouble.”

Chen Rong: “…”

She actually just nodded and admitted her fault, just like that. It made it very hard for her to stay mad.

Chen Rong sat on the sofa with a headache, exchanging helpless looks with Mother Shuyu. Shuyu had always been this way—appearing as a cool, polite young woman, but in reality, she was cold, indifferent, and untamable. Looking back, there was only one person who could keep Shuyu in check. As long as that person told her, “Shuyu, you aren’t allowed to mess around outside this month” or “don’t add to your aunt’s workload,” Shuyu would obediently listen.

Shuyu would only be submissive and obedient to that one person.

Unfortunately, the situation had changed.

Shuyu leaned over to pour tea for Chen Rong. “Aunt, how is that person from the other day doing?”

Chen Rong sighed. “There’s a record of the case, and we’re preparing to prosecute.”

Shuyu glanced at her aunt, the implication clear.

Chen Rong laughed in frustration. “Even if you did the right thing, it can’t be handled like that. It’s against the rules and the protocol. If everyone grabbed people the way you did, society would be in chaos, and our Bureau would be in even more of a mess.”

Shuyu didn’t argue. She refilled her mother’s tea and used the excuse of a headache to go upstairs to rest.

She had left Jiang Zhijiu and Bai Ruoliu behind that day and had no idea how Jiang Zhijiu was doing. Since Bai Ruoliu didn’t say anything, she felt awkward asking.

She must be better by now, she thought. Otherwise, Bai Ruoliu would have come to tell me.

Shuyu leaned against the headboard, idly tapping on her phone to open the app Bai Ruoliu had mentioned. She had downloaded it again, but hadn’t entered her phone number to log in. She rubbed her temples, worried about what kind of “eye-straining” homepage she would see once she logged in.

Two days later, at the same time and in the same place, Shuyu leaned against her headboard and finally logged into her account.

The covers of her videos were all of food.

She clicked on one for sweet and sour fish, astonished. The filming was exquisite; from buying the fish and preparing it to putting it in the pan and serving it, the footage was crisp and beautiful. It looked like a professional chef cooking at home—full of color, aroma, and flavor. It looked delicious.

There were no faces in the video, only hands, but she recognized them as her own.

Most importantly, in her memory, she didn’t know how to cook at all.

Over three years, she had sporadically posted over fifty food videos, with the occasional shop review interspersed.

Puzzled, Shuyu took a screenshot and sent it to Bai Ruoliu. “Where is this kitchen?”

She didn’t remember ever buying a house. Her mother had offered many times, but she had felt her mother would be lonely on her own, so she had stayed at home with her for the last three years.

Bai Ruoliu replied: “It’s your rental. You lived on campus, so you didn’t have a kitchen, right? And since you didn’t want to buy a place, you must have rented it to make filming easier.”

Shuyu: “Why would I have started filming food videos?”

Bai Ruoliu: “Who knows? Don’t you know how inscrutable you are? Have you ever shared your plans with anyone? You never talk to people easily.”

Shuyu fell silent.

A moment later, Shuyu replied: “Send me the address. Do you have the key?”

Bai Ruoliu: “You want to go? After you got sick, your mom thought you shouldn’t live alone, so we terminated the lease. The landlord probably already rented it out to someone else. There’s likely a new tenant, so what are you going there for?”

Shuyu: “I like the kitchen and the appliances. I’m going to take a look. If it’s the same as in the videos, I’ll go find the landlord and buy it.”

Bai Ruoliu: “Just like that, you want to buy a house. You really are acting like a spoiled heiress. Fine, here’s the address. The keys were returned to the landlord, so you’ll have to knock and see for yourself.”

Shuyu navigated the car to the address. Since she had “woken up” three years later, she hadn’t touched a car in a long time. She expected it to feel foreign, but it felt surprisingly natural.

The address Bai Ruoliu gave was in a bustling downtown area called Jiu’an Yu Di. She must have registered her car or a parking space there, because the gate opened automatically. She followed the GPS until she reached the building.

The unit and elevator had security access, but thanks to facial recognition, she got in without trouble.

It was a twenty-six-story building, and the address was on the top floor. Shuyu stepped out of the elevator to find only a heavy, matte black, double-door entrance.

It wouldn’t be polite to just show up, so Shuyu brought some imported fruit. She walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell.

Not long after, the door was pushed open from the inside.

At the same time, a lazy, delicate, and sleep-heavy voice drifted out: “Who is it?”

The woman in the doorway was wearing a pale oleander-pink silk camisole pajama set that hugged her figure perfectly. She was clearly not wearing any undergarments underneath. She was barefoot, and the scent of rose-like skin wafted out as the door opened.

The strap on the woman’s left shoulder had slipped down. She lazily twirled the thin, silky strap and replaced it on her shoulder, looking up at her. Her eyes widened as she slowly cleared the sleep from her gaze, and she said with pleasant surprise:

“Little Shuyu?”

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