My Wife Is a Delicate Omega and I’ve Forgotten Her After Amnesia - Chapter 6

Shu Yu served the Coke-braised chicken wings and rice cakes, which looked similar to those in the videos, and handed a pair of chopsticks to Jiang Zhijiu. “The rice will take a few more minutes. Try these first.”

Jiang Zhijiu looked up with a smile, acting as if there hadn’t been a hint of sadness in her heart just moments ago. She said brightly, “Thanks, little sister, I’ll give it a try. Feel free to look around the house if you’re trying to find your memories. Just don’t open the guest bedroom at the very end; it’s filled with my clutter.”

“Mm.”

Shu Yu turned and began walking around the house, checking to see if any items might spark a sense of familiarity. Jiang Zhijiu picked up a chicken wing that was still piping hot and took a small bite.

She fell silent for a full half-minute.

It was, truly, incredibly salty.

There was also a faint, gamey smell to the meat, and the texture suggested it wasn’t fully cooked.

Not only had Shu Yu forgotten her professional knowledge, but she had also completely forgotten how to cook. The videos on her homepage never listed quantities for ingredients; they focused entirely on beautiful camerawork and editing. After watching one of her own videos, Shu Yu had tried to cook based on her “feeling,” but the feeling was clearly wrong.

“How does it taste?” Shu Yu asked, standing by the wine cabinet, her silhouette bathed in sunlight.

Jiang Zhijiu squinted and smiled with exaggerated satisfaction, then said very candidly, “I’m sorry, little sister, I think I’d like to order takeout.”

“Is it that bad?”

Shu Yu frowned slightly and walked over to taste it.

Jiang Zhijiu hurriedly pulled the plate away, not giving Shu Yu a chance to touch it. Even if it was this salty and smelled a bit off, she could still finish it once Shu Yu left.

“I’m not letting you taste it,” Jiang Zhijiu said, pivoting the conversation. “By the way, when I first moved in, I think I saw a cookbook. Let me find it for you, I suspect you might have written it.”

Jiang Zhijiu rummaged around, finally standing on her tiptoes to search the cabinets above the kitchen. She caught a glimpse of a white notebook and turned back with a smile. “Shu Yu, I found it! Come take a look!”

As she pulled the notebook out, a paring knife unexpectedly tumbled down with it.

Although Jiang Zhijiu was an Omega, she was the strongest S-class Omega; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been a hundred-percent match for the S-class Shu Yu. While she might be delicate and soft in appearance, her reflexes were sharp. She quickly dodged the falling knife.

But a pomegranate was rolling down behind it.

Before Jiang Zhijiu could dodge the pomegranate, which was headed straight for her head, Shu Yu lunged forward with lightning speed and pulled her aside.

At the same time, the paring knife grazed Shu Yu’s arm. It hit the floor with a sharp clatter, and a bead of blood welled up on her forearm.

“Shu Yu!”

Jiang Zhijiu dropped the notebook in a panic, grabbing Shu Yu’s arm to check the blood. It was a cut about the length of a pinky finger, right on the inside of her forearm. She couldn’t tell how deep it was, so she hurriedly turned around. “Wait for me, I’m going to look for medicine in the guest bedroom.”

All the items from the living room paintings, ornaments, and drawers had been stored in the guest bedroom, including their wedding photos. The medicine was in there too, so Jiang Zhijiu raced toward the room.

She hadn’t known there was a knife on top of the notebook, but now that she thought about it, Shu Yu must have put it there specifically so she wouldn’t cut herself while peeling fruit alone. The paring knife didn’t have a sheath because it was part of a kitchen knife set; that must be why it fell like that.

And the pomegranate? Had Shu Yu just placed it there casually?

It was all her fault for not grabbing a stool to check first, which had led to Shu Yu getting hurt. Jiang Zhijiu’s eyes stung with regret as she sped up, running toward the guest bedroom.

Shu Yu watched that slender, fluttering figure, which looked like a red butterfly, and felt a sudden stir in her heart. She remembered the day on the pedestrian street when Jiang Zhijiu had been bent over, her face covered in tears.

“Don’t bother looking,” Shu Yu’s indifferent voice came from behind her. “I’m fine. The wound isn’t deep. I’ll just rinse it with water first.”

Jiang Zhijiu looked back as she ran. “There are bacteria in tap water! Just wait for me to find the medicine.”

“It’s not a serious wound. I’ll just go to the neighborhood pharmacy to clean it.”

Jiang Zhijiu was forced to stop. She stood at the doorway of the guest bedroom and saw the cold detachment in Shu Yu’s eyes.

Shu Yu said, “I’m leaving now.”

Jiang Zhijiu took a sad, deep breath, then said gently, “Shu Yu, regardless of whether it’s serious or not, this happened because of me. I really want to disinfect it and bandage it up for you, okay?”

“No need,” Shu Yu said, cold and indifferent, as if she wasn’t the one who had been injured. “It’s not that serious.”

She picked up the notebook, flipped through it, recognized her own handwriting, and confirmed it was hers. She waved it casually and said, “This is mine, so I’m taking it.”

“Shu Yu!”

Jiang Zhijiu hurried over to grab Shu Yu’s other arm. “Don’t go yet, just wait for me to…”

She was suddenly shoved away by Shu Yu’s frown, leaving her hands hanging awkwardly in the air.

Jiang Zhijiu suppressed the overwhelming wave of sadness, forcing a smile as she withdrew her hands, as if she didn’t care about being shoved. She laughed lightly and explained, “I’m sorry, please don’t be nervous. I just feel awful about this and really wanted to bandage your wound.”

Shu Yu was silent for a moment, then took two steps back to increase the distance between them.

She knew she was bleeding, and the flow of blood would accelerate the secretion of her pheromones, making them even more potent. If Jiang Zhijiu were to disinfect and bandage her, she would likely feel very uncomfortable. Ever since she presented as an Alpha, she had always been careful not to get hurt. Every time she accidentally bled, the Omega classmates or passersby around her would suffer along with her.

Jiang Zhijiu lowered her head, rubbing her wrists. Seeing Shu Yu’s evasive attitude once again, she couldn’t stop her eyelashes from fluttering and trembling.

So, Shu Yu really hated being touched by her this much? Was it possible that in Shu Yu’s subconscious, she deeply loathed being touched by her?

Shu Yu didn’t have the habit of explaining herself to anyone, but seeing Jiang Zhijiu’s lowered eyelids, she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt and heartache. Eventually, she explained, “Bai Ruoliu said you’ve been weak during your heat recently. The pheromones in my blood are very strong, and I was worried it would affect you. That’s why I’m leaving.”

Jiang Zhijiu, who had already felt her heart shrivel up like dying autumn leaves upon seeing Shu Yu’s subconscious aversion, was suddenly relieved upon hearing the explanation. She looked up and smiled. “So, you were thinking of me?”

Jiang Zhijiu’s face bloomed into a smile, like a flower that had been waiting to open for a long time, suddenly bursting into brilliance under the midsummer sun.

Shu Yu heard her own heartbeat racing wildly. She nodded casually and walked straight toward the door.

Jiang Zhijiu knew that once Shu Yu had made up her mind, it was hard to change, so she could only see her to the door. She wanted to bandage Shu Yu’s arm, wanted to ask if it hurt, but in the end, she swallowed it all and only said, “Shu Yu, little sister, feel free to come over whenever you want to cook or find your memories. I feel very guilty about what just happened, and you are always welcome here.”

Shu Yu was silent for a moment, then said coolly, “Don’t take it to heart, Boss Jiang. Be careful in the future and don’t hurt yourself again.”

After the door closed, Shu Yu’s cold and rejecting expression remained etched in Jiang Zhijiu’s mind.

Jiang Zhijiu went to pick up the round pomegranate that was on the verge of spoiling.

Suddenly, she saw a cute smiley face carved into the skin.

She hadn’t carved it.

The auntie who helped her move wouldn’t have had time to carve it.

It could only have been the pre-amnesia Shu Yu, who had carved it for her to play with.

Jiang Zhijiu stared at it for a long, long time until her tears fell in torrents, eventually taking a photo to save forever.

Jiang Zhijiu, who had once been incredibly picky about everything she ate, turned back, sat at the dining table, and ate every bite of the food Shu Yu had cooked and the fruit she had peeled, eating until she felt bloated and her stomach ached.

The wound on her arm looked minor, but it affected Shu Yu’s daily life; for the next two days, she did everything with her left hand.

In the kitchen, the nanny had already prepared the ingredients, and Shu Yu followed the recipes in her notebook, cooking with her left hand. Although her left hand wasn’t as agile as her right, she was still more dexterous than the average person.

The recipe notes were incredibly meticulous—so detailed that it exceeded her own understanding of herself. Every dish had been marked up at least twice. For example, if a dish was too salty or had a gamey meat smell, the next time she would mark down a modified amount of salt or add Sichuan peppercorns and bay leaves to neutralize the odor.

If a dish had too much thirteen-spice, sugar, or cumin, or if the meat hadn’t been cooked long enough, or the seafood had been steamed for too long, there were secondary corrections. Some complex dishes required multiple rounds of refinement. There were so many notes that it looked as if she had been cooking for a high-profile guest with extremely picky tastes.

“Maybe the young lady used to order takeout at school and it wasn’t great for her stomach, so she started cooking for herself,” the nanny suggested.

Shu Yu turned the stove to low and looked back with a cool expression. “Do I have stomach problems?”

The nanny was stumped and asked uncertainly, “It seems so, perhaps?”

Shu Yu opened WeChat and typed “stomach” to search her chat history, but the result was zero.

She then opened her food delivery app to check her order history, but she could only see records for the past year, which were also empty.

Shu Yu couldn’t remember anything, and the effort gave her a headache, so she stopped trying. She plated the Coke-braised chicken wings and rice cakes, carried them to the dining room, and set them in front of the food critic, Bai Ruoliu. She said coldly, “Eat.”

Bai Ruoliu was busy chatting with a pretty Omega girl. The girl asked, “Is her arm healing up? Who is helping her bathe and wash her hair? Bai, I want to pretend to be a spa masseuse and go see her. How about I sneak in when she’s applying a face mask?”

Bai Ruoliu replied, “Give it a rest, you crazy lady. She’s fine. Just like that.”

Putting her phone away, Bai Ruoliu picked up her chopsticks, tasted the rice cakes first, and gave Shu Yu a thumbs-up. “Delicious.”

Shu Yu knew it wouldn’t taste bad; she had followed the notebook recipes exactly.

“Aren’t you going to try some?” Bai Ruoliu asked.

“No,” Shu Yu said, having no appetite. “I want to go back to campus for a walk.”

She still remembered her first-year master’s classmates, but she couldn’t remember her doctoral classmates or her teachers. She couldn’t ignore the lost memories; there was a hollow, aching emptiness in her heart. She felt she had to find her memories to fill the void, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat in peace.

Bai Ruoliu had been taste-testing Shu Yu’s cooking for several days and couldn’t just eat for free, so she nodded. “I’ll help you look into things first, and then I’ll accompany you back to school. By the way, since Boss Jiang is currently living in that house, I assume you don’t plan to buy it, right?”

Shu Yu leaned against the table, drinking water, holding the cup in deep thought. Her cool, perfect face clouded with a flicker of unease. “Don’t mention her in front of me again.”

Bai Ruoliu almost choked, coughing heavily several times before looking up. “Why?”

“No reason.”

Bai Ruoliu looked stunned. It’s over. If that pretty girl knew, she’d be crushed.

Shu Yu thought that Jiang Zhijiu’s face was so beautiful that it made it hard to tell if she was attracted to her looks or something else. It made her incredibly agitated. In short, it was better not to hear the name “Jiang Zhijiu” or see that person again to avoid any further loss of control.

Two days later, Bai Ruoliu came over, but instead of accompanying Shu Yu to school, she suggested going shopping, trying to see if they could find the red dress from Shu Yu’s dreams.

The suggestion was absurd, but the lack of memories made Shu Yu feel panicky, so she went shopping with Bai Ruoliu.

In the mall, as they walked into shop after shop, Shu Yu’s eyes would always land on the red dresses first. Sometimes she could tell immediately that it wasn’t the one; other times, when it looked similar, she would walk closer or touch the fabric to realize it was wrong.

It felt as if a door was always standing before her, constantly blocking her, preventing her from pushing it open and seeing the memories she had lost.

As they entered another shop, Bai Ruoliu ran into an acquaintance.

A girl was sitting on a backless sofa, flipping through a magazine. Bai Ruoliu walked over and waved. “Yu Yi? What a coincidence. Are you here by yourself?”

Yu Yi looked up; her expression was like an Alpha’s—cold and distant. “Accompanying a friend.”

“Accompanying a girlfriend?”

Yu Yi gave Bai Ruoliu a cold look. “You talk too much.”

Hearing this, Shu Yu also gave Bai Ruoliu a cold look. The girl was clearly there with her girlfriend; there was no need for Bai Ruoliu to be so nosy.

Bai Ruoliu struck up a conversation with Yu Yi, and Shu Yu had no choice but to wait in the shop.

Shu Yu wandered around, glancing casually into a corner. Suddenly, she saw a beautiful red dress in a cherry-red shade. On a whim, she felt that this dress would be perfect for Jiang Zhijiu. Jiang Zhijiu had fair skin and a great figure; a cherry red that most people couldn’t pull off would look stunning on her, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

Shu Yu walked toward the corner, wanting to feel the fabric of the dress. Just then, a fitting room door opened, and a woman wearing the cherry-red dress walked out.

A small zipper was at the side of her waist, and the woman hadn’t zipped it up yet. The patch of snow-white skin at her waist was like an ice-capped lotus, and her slender fingers were slowly pulling the zipper up. The woman smiled and looked up. “Yu Yi, baby, come help me look at… oh, Shu Yu, baby!”

It was Jiang Zhijiu.

Shu Yu’s heartbeat fluttered like petals in the wind. Jiang Zhijiu looked even better in the red dress than she had imagined. Her features, her bone structure, and even her soul seemed beautiful and alluring, perfectly complementing the dress.

Then, Shu Yu’s heart sank like a stone hitting the ground. She turned to look at the person Bai Ruoliu was talking to.

Earlier, Bai Ruoliu had asked if that person was with her girlfriend, and the person had tacitly agreed.

Jiang Zhijiu’s speed at finding a new girlfriend was truly impressive. And she was still calling her “baby” while having a girlfriend?

Was the world of these “players” always this frivolous?

Shu Yu casually picked up a piece of clothing and said, “Excuse me.”

She walked straight toward the fitting room.

Closing the door, Shu Yu stood in silence, staring at Jiang Zhijiu’s long dress hanging on the wall hook. She realized she should have just turned around and left.

Jiang Zhijiu always smelled of roses, and the red dress she had left in the fitting room also carried the scent. Shu Yu felt a sudden, fleeting daze—this really seemed to be the red dress from her dreams.

She subconsciously reached out to touch it. The fabric was soft, like silk, as if a breeze could blow it right out of her hand and carry it far away.

Suddenly, the door was knocked on and pushed open. Jiang Zhijiu walked in.

The fragrance stopped right in front of Shu Yu. Jiang Zhijiu asked, “Shu Yu, little sister, does this dress look good on me?”

However, Shu Yu’s attitude now wasn’t just cold—it was icy.

“Doesn’t it look good?” Jiang Zhijiu asked.

Shu Yu said coldly, “You bought the clothes yourself; you shouldn’t be asking me.”

Jiang Zhijiu sighed softly. “Alright then, I won’t ask.”

She took two steps back, making a move to unzip the side of the cherry-red dress to take it off. With a sweet and delicate voice, she leaned toward Shu Yu and asked, “Little sister, is it okay if I change clothes in front of you? We’re both girls, I don’t think you’d mind, right?”

Shu Yu sat on the ottoman in the fitting room and looked up at the leaning Jiang Zhijiu, her voice so cold it could turn to ice shards: “Your girlfriend is still outside. Do you think this is appropriate?”

Jiang Zhijiu’s eyes widened, looking like a bewildered, beautiful ragdoll cat. “What did you say?”

Shu Yu said impatiently, “Outside. Your girlfriend.”

Jiang Zhijiu suddenly began to laugh slowly, laughing until she had to lean on Shu Yu’s shoulder for support, and finally burying her face into Shu Yu’s shoulder as she laughed.

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