The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Fugue Six

The moment Zhen Zhen found this person, she felt as if something in her heart had been liberated and had settled back onto solid ground.

She stopped just a step away from Lu Jiayin.

The brilliant lights of the room were filtered by the curtains, becoming exceptionally soft. The faint music was scattered by the wind into broken fragments. All the excitement had faded away, leaving only this quiet, small terrace and this beautiful girl in front of her.

Lu Jiayin was half-lying on the railing, when she suddenly tilted her head and asked: “Who are you?”

Zhen Zhen was momentarily stunned. Was she too drunk to recognize people? But her tone sounded clearly like a joke. Before she could figure out how to respond, Lu Jiayin grew a little impatient. She reached out a hand and grabbed Zhen Zhen’s lapel.

The hand didn’t use much force, but Zhen Zhen was still pulled closer until the distance between them narrowed. Lu Jiayin raised her eyelashes, looking intently at her.

“Who are you?”

This time, her tone carried a hint of affectionate pouting. Zhen Zhen, pulled along by her, had her senses filled with a strange mixture of floral fragrance and alcohol. Lu Jiayin’s eyelashes were so long that Zhen Zhen could almost count them one by one, or lightly kiss them.

“Lu Jiayin, I am Zhen Zhen,” she said softly.

“Zhen Zhen?” Repeating the name from Lu Jiayin’s lips, as if something had been recalled, she turned her head with a “humph” and whispered, “Go away, I don’t know you.”

She’s angry. This realization suddenly popped into Zhen Zhen’s mind. She looked at Lu Jiayin’s profile and patiently asked: “Do you really not know me?”

Lu Jiayin didn’t look at her, quietly muttering: “I don’t know you. We’re not close at all.”

“Then why don’t you let go?” Now Zhen Zhen could be sure that she was genuinely upset, but a subtle sense of pleasure surged within her. She asked in a low voice, “Why are you still holding onto me?”

She cooperated by maintaining this slightly bent-over posture, letting Lu Jiayin hold her. But this time, Lu Jiayin didn’t answer. She only gripped Zhen Zhen’s jacket more tightly, wrinkling the lapel. Finally, Zhen Zhen heard a barely audible murmur.

“I hate you.”

After saying this, Lu Jiayin let go and buried her head deep into her arms, refusing to look at her again.

“Lu Jiayin.” Zhen Zhen looked at her ostrich-like posture and called her name again.

This time, Lu Jiayin ignored her.

She wrapped her arms around the railing, presenting only the back of her head to Zhen Zhen, silent like a sulking small animal.

“Lu Jiayin, are you jealous?” Seeing her obviously throwing a tantrum, Zhen Zhen, as if suddenly inspired, tentatively asked a question she wasn’t sure about herself.

She saw the person in front of her seem to tremble. Then she looked up, her face flushed crimson: “Who’s jealous!”

To prove her innocence, she shook her head vehemently. The force of the movement made her entire body sway on the high stool. Afraid she might fall, Zhen Zhen quickly stepped forward and reached out to steady her.

“I don’t need you to mind!” But Lu Jiayin refused to let her get close. She struggled fiercely, and the stool creaked—just like her current state of panic and indecision.

It was too dangerous to continue this movement. Zhen Zhen had no choice but to grab her flailing wrist with one hand and tightly hug her slender waist with the other, lifting her directly off the stool.

Once completely in her arms, Lu Jiayin continued to struggle, though the intensity had noticeably lessened, resembling more of an emotional release. After a long while, when a faint sobbing sound reached her ears, Zhen Zhen looked down and saw Lu Jiayin’s bright eyes, clouded with a misty sheen. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a delicate red, gazing at Zhen Zhen accusatorily, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

The moment she saw Lu Jiayin’s tears, Zhen Zhen’s breath hitched, and an uncontrollable pang of heartache followed.

She had actually made her darling cry.

“I’m sorry,” she had never felt so utterly helpless. She urgently wanted to wipe away her tears, but Lu Jiayin stubbornly turned her head, refusing to let her touch her.

Even if the answer in her heart wasn’t completely confirmed, at this moment, Zhen Zhen finally understood that Lu Jiayin’s moodiness and attitude tonight were truly caused by her.

“I was wrong.” This time, she didn’t hesitate, merely opening her arms and hugging her tighter.

“I shouldn’t have come here without saying hello to you, and I shouldn’t have taken so long to find you.” She heard her increasingly rapid heartbeat slowly synchronizing with her voice. “It’s all my fault. Will you forgive me?”

“I hate you,” the person in her arms still whimpered, but the amplitude of her struggle was much smaller. Zhen Zhen sighed in relief and instinctively lowered her head to kiss the soft crown of her head.

It was clearly inappropriate to stay on the terrace like this. Seeing that she had calmed down slightly, Zhen Zhen planned to return indoors. However, before her hand could reach the sheer curtain, she suddenly heard a commotion erupt from the previously quiet room.

The banquet hall doors were vigorously pulled open. The auction had ended.

Accompanied by the noisy human voices, throngs of guests poured out of the venue. The music also amplified. It would be far too conspicuous for Zhen Zhen to walk out openly, carrying a tipsy Lu Jiayin in front of so many people. But staying on the terrace wasn’t an option either. As she hesitated, a soft pressure came from in front of her. Lu Jiayin had pressed her back against the wall.

“Shh—” Outside the noise separated by the thin curtain, she heard Lu Jiayin’s soft voice brush past her ear.

Despite being slightly tipsy and disoriented, Lu Jiayin instinctively reacted. She leaned against Zhen Zhen’s chest, taking extreme care not to make too much noise, to avoid attracting the attention of the indoor guests.

The wind caused the layers of curtains to ripple. The weather was cool, and few guests were likely to approach the terrace. But separated by only this barrier, the laughter and clinking of cups and plates from indoors were still clearly audible, making their current situation feel exceedingly delicate.

Just as Zhen Zhen held her breath, listening to the commotion beyond the curtain, she suddenly felt something soft land on her face.

“Your face is red,” Lu Jiayin said with great sincerity, looking up.

They were hiding against the outer wall of the terrace. Laughter occasionally drifted past their ears. Lu Jiayin had one hand draped over Zhen Zhen’s shoulder, and the fingers of her other hand were tracing Zhen Zhen’s face, softly sliding along the straight bridge of her nose, all the way down to her lips.

Every movement felt like stirring a faint spark of fire.

This feeling was perilously thrilling. Voices a few meters away were faint and fleeting, yet close enough to feel within reach, while the person in front of her was drunkenly disoriented, making overly dangerous moves without realizing it. Their intertwined breaths grew warmer, mixed with the intoxicating scent of alcohol and the lingering perfume, causing their heartbeats to increasingly fall out of rhythm.

“Lu Jiayin, stop moving.” Zhen Zhen had to free one hand to press down on the straying hand, her tone lacking much threat: “We’ll be discovered.”

Although the curtain obscured the view, anyone who walked closer and pulled back the sheer fabric would see the two of them pressed tightly together.

Lu Jiayin merely frowned slightly, as if trying hard to comprehend her words. Then, she let out a low laugh.

“Are you very afraid of being seen?” The hot breath she exhaled fell on Zhen Zhen’s jaw, causing a fine shiver. “What if I do this?”

Following the question, Lu Jiayin hooked her hands around Zhen Zhen’s neck and brought her lips closer.

A sudden soft pressure on her lips made it almost impossible for Zhen Zhen to distinguish reality from illusion. The person in her arms only lightly touched her, but it was enough to send a deafening shock through her heart, leaving her breathless.

With no time to analyze the meaning behind the action, she was already drawn in by the sweetness, involuntarily leaning in to follow.

It was clearly just a fleeting touch, but the environment they were in brought a strange sense of forbidden excitement—the cool wind, the hot breaths and heartbeats, the dark and quiet night behind them, the brightly lit gala in front, and they were embracing on a temporary, tiny island, isolated from the rest of the world.

What was she afraid of? Their relationship was perfectly legitimate. With just one step forward, she could openly embrace her, kiss her, and even express herself in ways far more intimate and intense.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Jiayin slumped limply in Zhen Zhen’s arms as if her bones had been removed. She exuded a shimmering, blurred, and soft aura. Her almond eyes gazed at Zhen Zhen, half-open and half-closed, a thin, intoxicating blush spreading from her brow and the corners of her eyes to her lips.

Both their gowns were even more dishevelled from the earlier struggle. How were they supposed to appear before everyone looking like this? Zhen Zhen vaguely thought of this practical problem, only to find that her usually calm self completely refused to consider the answer.

How wonderful it would be to just possess her like this forever. This thought grew uncontrollably. Zhen Zhen looked at Lu Jiayin’s face. Just as she was about to speak again, she suddenly heard a phone ringing.

The sound came from Zhen Zhen’s person. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to break the small silence. Almost at the same instant, a slightly confused and surprised gasp came from the other side of the sheer curtain. Qi Yongshan had never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would stumble upon a clandestine rendezvous when she was just looking for a quiet place to catch her breath, and that one of the main figures would be Lu Jiayin, the person she least wanted to see.

She knew both of these people, but their combination transmitted a signal that clearly contradicted the information she had received earlier. Qi Yongshan’s face was full of disbelief, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.

However, the situation on the spot didn’t allow her time to react. Before more people could notice the anomaly, she suddenly stepped forward, already on the terrace, her hands clutching the curtain, almost as if she were trying to shield them.

Didn’t they say these two had a bad relationship and were about to divorce?

Qi Yongshan cried out internally, then immediately realized: Why did I walk in? And why did I subconsciously try to block the curtain for them?

“Uh… what a coincidence,” Zhen Zhen didn’t know the woman’s name, but seeing her gown, she vaguely remembered her as the actress who walked the red carpet with her wife today.

Qi Yongshan looked at her with a complicated expression. Although Zhen Zhen didn’t know her, she had long known the other woman. However, the Zhen Zhen before her now was clearly very different from her image on TV and in magazines. Stripped of her reserved and indifferent demeanor, the CEO was now practically disheveled, holding a drunken actress in her arms.

The air on the terrace instantly fell silent.

And in this strange silence, the one who broke the quiet first was Lu Jiayin. She softly draped her arms around Zhen Zhen’s neck, her voice as soft as water: “Why aren’t you kissing me anymore?”

This is definitely not the Lu Jiayin I know.

Qi Yongshan’s expression was like she had seen a ghost. She asked with a trembling voice, “What are you doing here?”

Lu Jiayin still responded to her. The tipsy actress rested her chin on Zhen Zhen’s shoulder, chuckling: “You guess.”

What is there to guess? Qi Yongshan suppressed the urge to complain aloud and whispered, “This is a public place, Lu Jiayin! Are you crazy? What do you plan to do if someone sees you?”

She regretted saying the entire sentence right after. Even if someone saw them, what did it have to do with her? Why did it sound like she was concerned about her?

“Don’t misunderstand, I didn’t mean it that way,” she snorted lightly. “I mean, even though you have a legal relationship, there are still so many people outside…”

“It’s my fault,” Zhen Zhen took over. She maintained the embracing position, allowing Lu Jiayin to lean more comfortably in her arms. A rare look of embarrassment appeared on her pale face. “I’ll take her out now.”

The phone call earlier had been from Fu Ruyi. After learning their current situation, the agent decisively told them to come out first and then decide what to do next.

They can’t stay here until the banquet ends, right?

Seeing that Zhen Zhen was actually about to carry Lu Jiayin out, Qi Yongshan opened her mouth and finally called out to stop her.

“Uh, CEO Zhen, if you go out like that, the media will take photos.” She spoke hesitantly, finally clenching her fists as if making up her mind. “I’ll go distract everyone for you!”

As she spoke, she walked to the sheer curtain. Before pushing it aside, she glared back at Lu Jiayin resentfully.

“I’m telling you upfront, I’m not doing this to help you!” she said very reluctantly. “I don’t want to give you a hot search!”

If, as Zhen Zhen said, she carried Lu Jiayin out like this, wouldn’t the rumors of their strained relationship be immediately disproven? Thinking this, Qi Yongshan suddenly felt motivated. She carefully lifted the curtain and slipped out. She didn’t make them wait too long. After about two or three minutes, a loud crashing sound suddenly came from the other side of the banquet hall, interspersed with the sound of breaking glass. Immediately following, Qi Yongshan’s abnormally exaggerated shriek rang out: “Ah—I fell!”

Taking advantage of the moment when most guests’ attention was diverted, Zhen Zhen used one hand to lift the curtain and the other to grab Lu Jiayin’s wrist. The two quickly darted off the terrace and rushed toward the entrance of the banquet hall, using the serving tables as cover.

Amidst the chaotic noise, Lu Jiayin didn’t forget to look back. She saw Qi Yongshan sitting amidst the mess, her head covered in something white that looked like cream, struggling to get up, looking wronged and angry.

“I feel like she’s quite a good actress too,” Lu Jiayin commented quite seriously as she lunged into Zhen Zhen’s arms the moment they entered the elevator.

Fu Ruyi, who had been waiting at the banquet hall entrance to meet them, chimed in: “If I’m not mistaken, the first time Qi Yongshan pretended to fall, it didn’t draw attention. When she fell the second time, she accidentally stepped on the tablecloth of the dessert table.”

She pressed the elevator button and asked suspiciously: “But Qi Yongshan actually helped you get out of a tight spot. That’s a sign of the sun rising in the west.”

After realizing Lu Jiayin was missing, she had searched for a long time without finding her and had called Zhen Zhen with little hope, only to find that they were actually together.

Especially in such a state, looking like they had just been through an “intense battle.”

But as a professional agent, Fu Ruyi quickly retracted her gaze, leading the two of them out of the elevator and to the minivan waiting in the parking lot.

Everyone was exhausted after the late-night commotion. The car drove all the way back to Jiangwan No. 1. Zhen Zhen helped Lu Jiayin out of the car and said goodbye to the agent.

Lu Jiayin collapsed onto the sofa almost the moment she entered the house. The wind on the terrace, combined with the alcohol she drank, had fully taken effect. She was so drunk that she could barely lift a finger. Zhen Zhen just turned to grab a towel when she saw half of Lu Jiayin’s body slide onto the carpet.

“I’ll wipe your face. Wait a bit before you sleep.” It clearly wouldn’t do to let her fall asleep like this. Zhen Zhen carried her to the bedroom bed and covered her face with the newly prepared hot towel.

Once her face was finally clean, Lu Jiayin mumbled and turned over: “Undo the zipper.”

She was still wearing the elaborate couture gown. The embroidery pieces were digging into her skin, making her uncomfortable.

Hearing her complaint, Zhen Zhen turned back, and a curve of fair, alluring back unexpectedly came into her view.

The photo she had seen on the hot search suddenly merged with the scene before her eyes. Only a faint nightlight was on in the bedroom. The light illuminated the delicate, slender back. A strand of deep green jade beads hung down, following the slight curve, extending all the way to her waist. Two dimples of Venus were half-hidden in the satin, captivating the gaze.

And Lu Jiayin seemed utterly unaware, only moving slightly and urging her: “Help me take it off.”

Zhen Zhen had never found self-control so difficult. She stepped forward, pinched the smooth zipper pull, and opened it as quickly as possible.

“I’ll go get you some water.” She tried hard to remain composed, not daring to look at the subsequent scene, and quickly left the bedroom.

After her footsteps faded away, Lu Jiayin, who had been lying on the pillow, finally turned over. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples. Her almond eyes, which had been half-closed, slowly opened, a glint of awareness shining in them.

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