My Wife Is a Delicate Omega and I’ve Forgotten Her After Amnesia - Chapter 8

Shu Yu stood there, her face tense, glaring at the person behind her. Jiang Zhijiu saw a cold, simmering rage gradually erupting in Shu Yu’s eyes.

Why did Shu Yu suddenly appear to protect her again? How was she supposed to let go of her wavering resolve to give up on Shu Yu now?

At the same time, she noticed that Shu Yu did not release her pheromones directly, as she had done that day on the pedestrian street. If Shu Yu had really wanted to release them, the suppressant patch she was wearing wouldn’t have been able to block it. It could only mean that Shu Yu didn’t want to.

Why? Was it possible that Shu Yu didn’t want to release dangerous pheromones that would cause her discomfort?

Impossible. Shu Yu probably just didn’t want to affect the ordinary Alphas and the fragile Omegas in the vicinity.

After half a minute, Shu Yu slowly released her ears, looked down at her, and whispered silently, “Don’t move.” She then pressed Jiang Zhijiu’s head against her shoulder, preventing her from turning around to look at the people behind them.

Ninety percent of the people in this city knew that the Jiang Group had a young heiress who shouldn’t be trifled with, and that a bar owner named “Jiu Jiu” owned over a dozen bars. Yet, very few people knew that this face—Jiang Zhijiu—was that very heiress.

Just moments ago, “Young Master Cheng” had been spewing vile insults. However, Shu Yu had covered Jiang Zhijiu’s ears tightly, not letting her hear a single one of those dirty, hateful words. Meanwhile, she had etched every single insult the man had hurled at Jiang Zhijiu deep into her mind.

“Are you going into the combat room?” Shu Yu’s voice was as sharp as a winter gale.

The special glass of the combat room could insulate pheromones, ensuring they didn’t affect anyone outside. Shu Yu remembered how much pain Jiang Zhijiu had been in last time, so she held back from releasing her pheromones in this setting, choosing instead to challenge the man in a more appropriate place.

“If you don’t enter the combat room, it’s because you’re afraid of me. Before you crawl away, kneel down and apologize to my friend. If you dare to enter, the loser must kneel to the winner in the highest form of respect whenever they meet, regardless of where or when. Do you have the guts?”

Before Cheng could speak, someone behind him stepped forward, trying to use his status to bully them. “Don’t you go too far! Do you even know who Young Master Cheng is?!”

Shu Yu provoked him with cold indifference. “Just a dog that’s afraid of me.”

Enraged, Cheng’s eyes turned bloodshot. “I’ll kill you!”

Shu Yu looked toward Bai Ruoliu. “Call Director Chen.”

Although Shu Yu was a twenty-five-year-old doctoral student now, in her mind, she was still twenty-two—at the peak of her cold, arrogant, and self-assured youth. She knew that people like them were bullies who thrived on weakness; yielding or trying to keep the peace would only lead to further harassment. She had to take the most direct and forceful action to ensure there would be no future repercussions.

If they settled this privately, Cheng might resort to underhanded tactics later, like hiring reckless people to cause trouble for Jiang Zhijiu when she was weak or alone. The consequences would be unimaginable. Going to Director Chen at the Control Bureau was the best solution, as any further incidents would be investigated by her, and no one would dare to play dirty.

The combat rooms were in Building 17 of the Control Bureau, with the S-class rooms located on the ninth floor. Outside the wall-sized, fogged glass of the ninth-floor room, Jiang Zhijiu, Bai Ruoliu, and Yu Yi sat around a table eating watermelon, served by Director Chen herself.

Yu Yi remarked, “Shu Yu is really jealous. When she heard you call me ‘baby,’ I felt like I had died several times over.”

Bai Ruoliu nodded. “The subconscious is terrifying. Even with no memories, she still instinctively gets jealous and feels the need to protect you.”

Jiang Zhijiu elegantly speared a piece of watermelon and slowly placed it in her mouth, nonchalantly trying to brainwash herself. “We are legally married. Even if she doesn’t love me, we are bound for life. I am her property. It’s normal for her subconscious to have such possessiveness and protective instincts toward me. Otherwise, what were our marriage certificate and lifelong bond for?”

Bai Ruoliu opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.

Jiang Zhijiu narrowed her alluring eyes at her. “What? Say what you have to say.”

Bai Ruoliu sighed softly. “Is it possible that Shu Yu actually loves you?”

Jiang Zhijiu immediately gave her answer: Impossible.

Over the past three years, she had seen too much hesitation and struggle in Shu Yu’s gaze. Sometimes, she would wake up in the middle of the night to find Shu Yu sitting on the sofa across from the bed, watching her. Shu Yu’s eyes would be veiled in the cold indifference of moonlight, as if she were about to propose a divorce the next second.

In fact, she could feel that Shu Yu had wanted to ask for a divorce many times, only to suppress the urge. Then, the look in Shu Yu’s eyes would gradually turn back into infatuation. Shu Yu would get into bed, hold her tight, and whisper into her ear, asking if she was tired. If she said no, Shu Yu’s hands would start to please—and torment—her, kissing her scent gland over and over, letting their pheromones merge repeatedly in the deep night and beneath the rising quilt.

Why? Perhaps because there was no one else who resembled the person Shu Yu truly loved in her heart more than she did.

Jiang Zhijiu rested her chin on her hand, looking at Bai Ruoliu with a smile, her crossed legs swinging gently. “Tell me, Bai-bai, if she loves me, why did her memories stop five minutes before we met? Just five minutes, and she would have remembered me. But she chose this exact moment to erase our three years together.”

Though her lips were smiling, her eyes began to mist over. “How could it be such a coincidence that she happened to forget me?”

Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Bai Ruoliu hurriedly said, “Don’t say that, Sister Jiu, please don’t cry…”

“I’m not crying. I’m going to the restroom,” Jiang Zhijiu said, setting down her fruit fork and standing up. “The watermelon is too sweet. My hands are sticky.”

She was using a fruit fork to eat; how could her hands be sticky?

Bai Ruoliu stood up to follow. “I’ll go with you.”

The people waiting outside the fogged screen included Cheng’s entourage. Jiang Zhijiu shook her head. “It’s fine, I’ll go myself. With Aunt Chen here, no one dares to touch me.”

Aside from Cheng’s people, Director Chen and her department colleagues were also present. Shu Yu was an unofficial S-class Alpha who helped the Bureau with operations when necessary. Her pheromone suppression ability was strong, placing her among the tiny elite of top-tier Alphas. She had received a first-class merit for joint operations, but had also suffered severe injuries that landed her in the hospital, so the Bureau naturally held her in high regard.

Chen Rong, who was cutting the watermelon, glanced at Jiang Zhijiu and beckoned her over, whispering, “Is there anything else you want to eat, Jiu Jiu?”

Jiang Zhijiu thought for a moment. “Shu Yu likes coffee. Could you make her a hand-drip?”

Chen Rong frowned. “Who asked about Shu Yu? Your aunt is asking you. What do you want to drink, Jiu Jiu? Milk tea?”

Jiang Zhijiu was the daughter-in-law of Chen Rong’s niece; regardless of what little games she and Shu Yu were playing, Chen Rong would always put Jiang Zhijiu first.

“Alright then,” Jiang Zhijiu said. “I want Egon Müller Riesling ice wine, a ’71.”

Chen Rong laughed and pinched her cheek. “You really have a lot of nerve. Fine, wait here. I’ll have someone go to my wine cellar and get it.”

Jiang Zhijiu narrowed her eyes with a smile. “Thank you, Auntie.”

“Wait,” Chen Rong grabbed her. “Shu Yu and Cheng Liyuan have been in there for ten minutes. Aren’t you worried about her?”

At this, Jiang Zhijiu let out a delicate, cheerful laugh. “Auntie, that’s my super-amazing Shu Yu baby. If she doesn’t finish that guy off, it’s only because she’s showing mercy. What is there to worry about?”

Jiang Zhijiu raised an eyebrow confidently. “Director Chen, my Shu Yu baby will never lose.”

Chen Rong laughed and waved her off. “Yes, yes, no one is as good as your baby. Your baby is the best in the world. Go on, then.”

Jiang Zhijiu walked toward the restroom with a slow, swaying grace, but the moment she entered the stall, her eyes turned red.

Shu Yu wanted a divorce, Shu Yu deliberately forgot her, and Shu Yu had someone else in her heart. All of this made her feel like she was plummeting into a bottomless abyss. Every time she tried to escape, Shu Yu would use her charm, her possessiveness, and her protectiveness to lock her in again, making it impossible to leave.

Loving someone who didn’t love you back was agonizing, so painful that it felt sickening, from the tip of her tongue to the depths of her heart. Jiang Zhijiu hunched over, retching, until suddenly, she stopped.

Could she actually be pregnant?

They had been together the day before Shu Yu’s accident. In the bathroom, Shu Yu had gripped her lower back, her scorching pheromones pouring into her. She had been weak and sensitive ever since. Or perhaps, was it a phantom pregnancy?

When she exited the restroom, still feeling dazed by the possibility of her unique constitution having conceived, she saw Shu Yu emerging from a side door of the fogged-glass room. Shu Yu’s complexion seemed quite pale.

Just as Jiang Zhijiu was about to walk over to check on her, the sound of stiletto heels tapped rapidly behind her. A woman ran past her straight toward Shu Yu. “Oh, my darling baby, let Mom take a look—”

Jiang Zhijiu immediately began to cough violently—cough, cough, cough—deliberately loud.

The woman stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhijiu. After two seconds, her expression shifted to one of sudden realization. She offered an awkward smile, then clicked her heels toward Jiang Zhijiu and pulled her into a hug. “Oh, my sweet baby, let Mom take a look. Are you alright, my treasure?”

Then, the woman whispered in her ear, “Is Shu Yu baby alright?”

“She’s fine,” Jiang Zhijiu said, pushing away her biological mother, Madam Jiang Ruyi. “Did Shen Jing not come?”

“Why are you addressing your ‘Amah’ so directly? She’s on her way. Even though she’s busy with work and has the entire Jiang Group to manage, she dropped everything the moment she got your call about being at the Control Bureau.”

Jiang Zhijiu gave a disdainful laugh. “She was busy when she gave birth to me, too—so busy that she didn’t show up until three hours after her own daughter was born.”

“Alright, alright, don’t start with that again. Be good,” Jiang Ruyi said, having spent years mediating the relationship between her daughter and her partner. She coaxed Jiang Zhijiu, “Go check on Shu Yu.”

Jiang Zhijiu suppressed her feelings for a moment and walked past her mother toward Shu Yu. Chen Rong was supporting Shu Yu and asking, “What happened? The monitors show that Cheng Liyuan didn’t collapse until the ninth minute. What took place?”

Shu Yu looked at Jiang Zhijiu and said coolly, “Nothing happened.”

Jiang Zhijiu vaguely understood that Shu Yu didn’t want her to hear. She covered her ears tightly and said to Chen Rong, “Director Chen, ask her again.”

Helpless, Chen Rong asked once more. This time, Shu Yu answered, her expression distant: “He used a banned substance to boost his abilities to the S-class.”

Just as Shu Yu spoke, Jiang Zhijiu took her hands away and heard every word.

Medical staff carried Cheng Liyuan out. He was drenched in sweat, completely exhausted, his face deathly pale, and unable to walk. This meant Shu Yu must have used all of her strength inside that room.

Shu Yu did it for her.

Jiang Zhijiu’s eyes turned deeply red, and she hurried to Shu Yu’s side.

Shu Yu lifted her weary eyes, seeing the person she wanted to protect standing before her, her eyes brimming with tears. Then, the other woman opened her arms and held her tightly. Shu Yu was embraced by Jiang Zhijiu’s soft, yet strong body.

She heard Jiang Zhijiu choke out, “Shu Yu, let me take care of you today, okay? Just let me take care of you.”

Shu Yu breathed gently, saying nothing.

She was exhausted. And her head was pounding.

Inside the combat room, Cheng Liyuan had illegally taken stimulants to hold his ground against her. She knew she wouldn’t lose, but she also knew it wouldn’t be easy. Even after the teacup in Cheng Liyuan’s hand shattered on the floor, she hadn’t let her guard down. It wasn’t until she forced Cheng Liyuan to his knees to admit defeat and swear an apology that she finally ended the suppression.

She had started getting a headache the moment she mobilized her full strength at the beginning—likely because she had just been discharged from the hospital and hadn’t fully recovered.

Shu Yu was drained and suffering from a splitting headache, but with Jiang Zhijiu holding her, she allowed herself to slowly lean her head against Jiang Zhijiu’s neck. As she inhaled, Jiang Zhijiu’s fragrance flowed into her heart and filled her veins, and she gradually felt a sense of peace and relief.

“I’m fine,” she murmured against Jiang Zhijiu’s neck. “Don’t worry.”

Jiang Zhijiu stroked her back, her touch as soft as a feather. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Shu Yu didn’t answer. She knew that for the person she wanted to protect, even if it meant exhausting her strength and her life, she would do it all over again.

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