My Wife Is a Delicate Omega and I’ve Forgotten Her After Amnesia - Chapter 9

“Oh my, you must be Shu Yu, right?”

 

Jiang’s mother had been worried for a long time. She had always been satisfied with and appreciative of her daughter’s partner, but now, she was beyond impressed. Even with amnesia, Shu Yu had risked her safety to protect Jiang Zhijiu. She liked her immensely.

 

Jiang’s mother approached Shu Yu and said, “Hello, I’m Jiang Zhijiu’s mother. Thank you so much for what you did just now.”

 

Shu Yu looked up. Facing Jiang Zhijiu’s mother, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

 

“You’re too kind, ma’am. Actually, the situation started because of me, so I can’t really call it protecting Boss Jiang. It was merely making amends.”

 

“Oh, don’t say that. Saving Jiu-jiu means saving Jiu-jiu, there’s no such thing as making amends. By the way, are you not feeling well? Jiu-jiu, hurry and take Shu Yu to the treatment room. Take good care of her. Shu Yu, dear, once you feel better, I must properly thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal, and you must come, alright?”

 

Shu Yu was leaning on Jiang Zhijiu for support, but after the brief exhaustion, she regained her composure.

 

Recalling Jiang Zhijiu’s earlier mention of “Little Xiang,” her expression cooled slightly. She declined, “Ma’am, in that situation, anyone would have stepped forward. You really don’t need to take it to heart. My friend will take me back. Ruoliu, come help me, let’s go home.”

 

She took a step aside to avoid Jiang Zhijiu’s support, refusing to look at Jiang’s expression, focusing only on Bai Ruoliu and signaling for her to come over.

 

Bai Ruoliu had no choice but to step in, whispering to the pale-faced Jiang Zhijiu, “Don’t worry, Boss Jiang. I’ll send you a message once I get her home.”

 

Jiang Zhijiu retreated to her mother’s side. After a heartbeat, she slowly smiled. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she said lightly, “I know. Since Shu Yu doesn’t like us talking about thanks, we won’t mention it, we’ll just keep it in our hearts. Shu Yu needs rest, so go ahead and take her back, Bai-bai.”

 

Shu Yu didn’t look up, but she heard the sorrow and forced strength in Jiang Zhijiu’s voice. She knew she had hurt Jiang again.

 

She also knew that Jiang Zhijiu was likely the type to fall in love quickly and move on just as fast.

 

Bai Ruoliu supported Shu Yu as they walked forward, “Goodbye, Boss Jiang. Goodbye, ma’am.”

 

Jiang’s mother understood Shu Yu’s coldness. After all, to Shu Yu, Jiang Zhijiu was a stranger, which only made Shu Yu’s character seem more admirable—she wasn’t easily swayed by appearances. She was truly excellent.

 

Still, she didn’t understand why her daughter wouldn’t tell Shu Yu that they were already married. But, seeing as it was the young couple’s business, she decided not to interfere.

 

Jiang’s mother smiled warmly, “Alright, goodbye. Oh, and Shu Yu, ma’am won’t forget that you saved Jiu-jiu. Once you recover, I’m definitely inviting you to dinner. You mustn’t refuse, or I’ll have to come find you at your home.”

 

 

Shu Yu was at a loss and decided to deal with the refusal later.

 

Politely nodding to her elder, she said, “Goodbye, ma’am.”

 

Shu Yu’s body felt light and heavy by turns. Just as they reached the elevator, she heard Jiang Zhijiu’s voice behind them.

 

“My stomach hurts. I think I ate too much watermelon just now. Mom, do you have any stomach medicine in your bag?”

 

Shu Yu stopped in her tracks.

 

Stomach pain?

 

Does Jiang Zhijiu have a stomach condition?

 

Yu Yi went over to ask, “Where? Here? What kind of pain, stomach cramps?”

 

Jiang Zhijiu’s voice grew softer, “I don’t know, it feels like someone is stabbing needles into me, over and over again…”

 

As they stepped into the elevator, the voices faded away, and Shu Yu felt as if someone were stabbing needles into her own heart.

 

“Is Shu Yu injured?” In the elevator, Department Head Chen suddenly asked.

 

Shu Yu gave a faint nod and told Bai Ruoliu, “Help me roll up my sleeve.”

 

Bai Ruoliu belatedly remembered that the wound on Shu Yu’s right arm hadn’t fully healed yet. She hurried to roll up the sleeve, seeing blood already seeping through the bandage. “When did this happen?”

 

Department Head Chen took one look and sighed, “It started bleeding the moment you entered the combat room, didn’t it? You really can endure pain. Bai-bai, take her to the medical room first.”

 

Forced use of pheromones accelerates blood circulation. Since the wound that was nearly healed had been ripped open, the bleeding was constant, and the sensation of pain would be amplified several times over.

 

Shu Yu said nonchalantly, “It’s fine.”

 

As long as Jiang Zhijiu was fine, as long as there was no danger around her, it was fine.

 

She must be going crazy. She didn’t understand why she held this belief deep down—that even if it cost her her life, she had to protect Jiang Zhijiu and keep her away from all danger.

 

Bai Ruoliu knew how painful it was to use pheromones while injured, even with a minor wound. She sighed, “That must hurt like hell.”

 

Shu Yu still said uncaringly, “It doesn’t hurt.”

 

It felt as though she had experienced much greater pain before.

 

Shu Yu said to Chen Rong, “Department Head Chen, Cheng Liyuan used banned substances. It might be related to smuggling, will you investigate it thoroughly?”

 

Chen Rong replied, “Rest assured, I definitely will.”

 

Shu Yu felt relieved.

 

She remembered every insult Cheng Liyuan had hurled at Jiang Zhijiu; he deserved to pay the price.

 

During the two days Shu Yu spent recovering at home, Jiang Zhijiu’s mother, Shen Jing, who was the CEO of the Jiang Group, personally visited to thank Shu Yu. She brought bird’s nest, donkey-hide gelatin, and other supplements for protein and blood, as well as a stewed black-bone chicken soup with red dates and longan.

 

Shen Jing arrived at an inconvenient time; Shu Yu was asleep in her room.

 

Shu Yu’s mother opened the door, and the two mothers chatted in the courtyard for a while before Shen Jing left. An hour later, Shu Yu’s mother brought the items upstairs.

 

“Baby, these tonics were sent by that girl’s mother, and this bowl of soup was brewed by the girl herself. Her mother said the girl hasn’t been feeling well either, otherwise, she would have come to visit you in person, but she insisted on brewing this blood-nourishing soup for you.”

 

Shu Yu was sitting at the head of her bed drinking tea. Hearing this, the tea rippled, “She’s not feeling well?”

 

Her mother said, “You should have that girl’s number, right? Why don’t you ask?”

 

She didn’t have Jiang Zhijiu’s number.

 

Shu Yu recalled Jiang Zhijiu saying she had a stomachache and remained silent.

 

Her mother noticed Shu Yu didn’t seem interested in the soup and turned to leave with the supplements and the thermos.

 

Shu Yu called out to her, “Actually, I am a bit thirsty, I’ll have a few sips.”

 

Her mother was delighted, “That’s great. What about these others? Although we have some at home, it’s still the girl’s thoughtful gesture. Should I have the housekeeper soak the bird’s nest and stew some for tonight?”

 

“Soak a bit more, I’ll make it tonight,” Shu Yu paused, sipping her tea, and added coolly, “I’ll make an extra portion for Bai Ruoliu.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Her mother chuckled, signaling the housekeeper to get a bowl for Shu Yu and soak the bird’s nest.

 

She thought to herself that the girl hadn’t thought to cook an extra portion for her own mother, but she was already thinking of Bai Ruoliu, though she wasn’t sure if it was really for Bai Ruoliu.

 

Shu Yu tasted the black-bone chicken soup. It was sweet but not cloying, and the taste was just right.

 

That day in the kitchen, Jiang Zhijiu had said she couldn’t cook, so it must have been prepared by their housekeeper. Shu Yu took a couple of sips and didn’t continue.

 

After the bird’s nest had been soaked for six hours, Shu Yu went to the kitchen to prepare it. Once it was fluffy, she cleaned out the impurities, tore it into thin strands, and stewed it for half an hour. Finally, she added the donkey-hide gelatin, red dates, goji berries, and longan, stewing it for another half hour.

 

Because it required constant stirring and attention, Shu Yu stayed in the kitchen the entire time.

 

After it was finished, she added a little brown sugar. Shu Yu ladled it into a thermos container, sent it to Bai Ruoliu, and included a note: Don’t waste it even if you don’t like the taste.

 

She also washed Jiang Zhijiu’s empty thermos and sent it to Bai Ruoliu as well, with the note: Please return this to Boss Jiang, thank you.

 

When Bai Ruoliu received it, she was speechless. Shu Yu knew very well that she didn’t like these things—bird’s nest was too bland, and the donkey-hide gelatin tasted strange—so what did “don’t waste it” mean?

 

And why send Jiang Zhijiu’s thermos here?

 

Did she think she was a matchmaker or a local delivery driver?

 

Complaining all the way, Bai Ruoliu drove to return the items to Jiang Zhijiu.

 

Shu Yu calculated the time. After about an hour, she initiated a video call with Bai Ruoliu.

 

Bai Ruoliu answered quickly. The rear camera was pointed at Jiang Zhijiu, who was wearing a pale peach-pink silk nightgown. Her eyes were cast downward as she sat on the sofa, drinking something.

 

From a distance, Shu Yu could see the liquid in Jiang’s spoon was exactly the donkey-hide gelatin and bird’s nest soup she had made.

 

Jiang Zhijiu’s posture was relaxed, her curly hair resting on her shoulders, looking delicate on the sofa. The soft silk fabric rose and fell with her movements as she drank. Shu Yu felt her heart soften and she coolly looked away.

 

Shu Yu asked, “Where are you?”

 

Bai Ruoliu said, “Isn’t this a coincidence? I’m at Boss Jiang’s place. Boss Jiang, Shu Yu is video calling me, want to say hi?”

 

On screen, Jiang Zhijiu lifted her eyes, a smile dancing in her captivating, curved eyes, “Little sister Shu Yu, you really are a practitioner of ‘give and take,’ aren’t you? Did you taste the soup I made for you?”

 

Shu Yu’s expression remained indifferent, “Thank you.”

 

“So, that means you didn’t taste it,” Jiang Zhijiu lowered her head, pouting in mock sadness—she had put a lot of effort into learning that from the housekeeper. She looked up again, “But your bird’s nest soup is surprisingly good.”

 

“I made it for Bai Ruoliu.”

 

Jiang Zhijiu chuckled, “Oh my, that’s embarrassing then. Bai-bai doesn’t want it, so you ended up making this gesture to me instead.”

 

Jiang Zhijiu’s laughter felt like a rose in full bloom, drifting, as if it had bloomed right inside Shu Yu’s heart.

 

Shu Yu looked away again, “Bai Ruoliu, does it taste good?”

 

Jiang Zhijiu snatched the answer, “It doesn’t taste good, it’s too bland. Next time, Shu Yu, remember to add more sugar to adjust the flavor.”

 

Shu Yu hung up the video call with a blank expression.

 

Afterward, as if possessed, she wrote a line in her recipe notebook: Too bland, adjust next time.

 

In her distraction, she also cut off Jiang Zhijiu’s question that was about to be asked: “Are you feeling better?”

 

A few more days passed, and Shu Yu had made every recipe in her notebook. She found that the vast majority were recipes for stomach health; she wondered if Jiang Zhijiu’s stomach pain had improved.

 

She had no contact information for Jiang Zhijiu, not even an excuse to pretend she had dialed the wrong number or sent the wrong message.

 

Shu Yu sat under a parasol in the courtyard reading poetry. It was a cloudy day, the sunlight wasn’t harsh. After a while, she opened her phone and pulled up her livestreaming app.

 

Aside from her cooking videos, her page also had archives of her livestreams. She had checked them the day before and was surprised to find that she was a streamer who read books to help people sleep, and she had quite a large audience.

 

She didn’t show her face in the broadcasts, only her voice. Her signature style was that she never mispronounced words, never stuttered, had no distracting sounds like swallowing, and her quality was comparable to an AI—yet with much more human warmth.

 

But Shu Yu still found the whole thing boring. She didn’t understand why she did it, just as she didn’t understand why she was so drawn to cooking.

 

Bai Ruoliu had answered over the phone, “Maybe you have insomnia? Is it a way to soothe yourself to sleep?”

 

“That’s a stretch.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Shu Yu said lightly, “If I wanted to soothe myself to sleep, I could just read to myself. Why broadcast it?”

 

“Maybe you want to accumulate merit? Anyway, if you’re soothing yourself, why not soothe all the insomniacs at the same time?”

 

Shu Yu was clear-headed about herself, “I’m not that altruistic.”

 

Bai Ruoliu was speechless, “Then what do you want to hear from me?”

 

Shu Yu didn’t reply.

 

She wanted to know if her reading audiobooks was a way of coaxing her beloved, hidden deep in her heart, to sleep.

 

Did the person she liked have a habit of insomnia? And when she couldn’t be there to accompany that person to sleep, did she do it this way instead?

 

Among the hundreds of thousands of listeners, was she perhaps only trying to soothe that one person, and was that person the only one who knew?

 

Shu Yu rubbed her brow and shook her head. Impossible, too romantic, not my style.

 

Just as she was thinking this, Shu Yu subconsciously started a livestream. A viewer with the ID “Jiu-jiu never fades” entered the room.

 

Shu Yu’s camera was off, so she didn’t see her own face, only the line of text on the screen: “Welcome, Jiu-jiu never fades.”

 

The nickname caught her eye.

 

“The taste of ginger—at first spicy, but a subtle sweetness lingers when savored slowly, never fading.”

 

That was how Jiang Zhijiu had introduced herself the first time they met at the bar.