The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Fugue Seven

The electric kettle made a soft notification sound, and Zhen Zhen withdrew her gaze from the floor-to-ceiling window.

She poured half a cup of hot water into a glass, then topped it up with cold water from the pitcher. Considering how heavily Lu Jiayin seemed to be drunk, she added a scoop of honey, stirring it slowly into the warm water until it dissolved.

The water in the glass swirled into a small vortex, mirroring the turmoil in her heart.

Zhen Zhen, who had always scored the highest marks in every test since childhood, experienced her first genuine helplessness when facing Lu Jiayin. She was like a poor student; the more cautiously she approached the subject, the more her solving methods were riddled with errors, gradually leading her far afield from the answer.

It wasn’t until after Lu Jiayin’s accident that Zhen Zhen was surprised to find that the amnesiac Lu Jiayin was different. The questions that had previously seemed unanswerable suddenly became simple with her.

She no longer hesitated to express her emotions. Whether angry or happy, it was written on her face, as if she were reading the standard answer directly.

The unreservedly lively and lovable Lu Jiayin on the beach that first night was not a figment of her imagination; it was the person that the later Lu Jiayin had hidden too deeply.

The spoon clinked softly against the glass tray. Zhen Zhen sighed, picked up the prepared honey water, and walked toward the bedroom.

The room was very quiet, with only the nightlight by the bedside casting a gentle, dim glow. Lu Jiayin was curled up in bed, seemingly asleep. Zhen Zhen, afraid of waking her, softened her steps as she placed the glass on the nightstand.

Compared to her cool and gorgeous demeanor when awake, Lu Jiayin’s sleeping appearance was exceptionally peaceful and soft. Her long eyelashes covered her eyes, the corners still slightly red, making her look very obedient.

Zhen Zhen could hardly bear to tear her gaze away from that face. Just as she finally realized she had lingered for too long, the person on the bed stirred and suddenly opened her eyes.

The moment those glistening almond eyes looked toward her, Zhen Zhen felt her heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably. She paused, then whispered: “Do you want some water?”

Lu Jiayin seemed half-asleep. She nodded slightly under the covers, making a move to sit up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she straightened up, the silk quilt covering her suddenly slid down. Lu Jiayin gasped and frantically leaned over to grab it. Zhen Zhen was standing very close to the headboard. Although she reacted quickly and shifted her gaze, the scene of smooth, porcelain skin was inevitably caught by her eye, a heart-stopping image of beauty and sensuality in the dim light.

The tumultuous wave in her heart surged, stirring up a vivid, romantic ripple.

Lu Jiayin’s face quickly turned entirely red. The blush was like a tide, creeping from the delicate side of her neck all the way to her cheeks, then modestly and beautifully climbing to the corners of her eyes and brows.

The temperature in the bedroom also seemed to have reached its peak. In this atmosphere that made faces flush and hearts race, Zhen Zhen turned around with slightly delayed movements: “Should I… step out?”

Before she could move, a hand lightly grasped her sleeve.

Even though there was no wind blowing, her heartstrings seemed to tremble slightly.

Looking into Lu Jiayin’s eyes, Zhen Zhen found herself unable to exert any strength. Lu Jiayin was simply looking at her quietly, like a pure moon freshly peeled from the night sky, radiating a luminous clarity.

She didn’t speak, yet it was as if everything had been said.

Zhen Zhen wanted to speak, but her vocal cords were so constricted that she could barely utter a single syllable. She couldn’t bear to look away, yet she was so afraid that Lu Jiayin would read the burgeoning, uncontrollable desire in her heart from her eyes.

The next second, she saw Lu Jiayin curve her eyes and give her a sweet smile.

The blank answer sheet was suddenly filled with clear, dazzling answers.

Zhen Zhen’s composure was thoroughly rattled by the smile, and she involuntarily recalled how Lu Jiayin had clung to her and acted spoiled on the terrace last night.

Like a cloud made of cotton candy—so light, so soft, a gentle taste that melted into sweetness.

The air was filled with a light, soft floral fragrance, suddenly projecting a ripple in the soft light of the nightlight. A subtle whimper, like a soft, petulant ending sound, came from the depths of the quiet night, making her earlobe itch. But the sound quickly became a bit agitated, as if vehemently rejecting something, and a moment later, dissolved into an even softer cry.

This time, she was truly crying.

Lu Jiayin hadn’t expected that some people, who appear reserved and dignified on the outside, would become exceptionally demanding when provoked to the extreme.

She no longer had the strength to figure out who was winning or losing the current situation. When Zhen Zhen leaned in to kiss her again, she tried to speak, but her throat could only produce a choked “Mmm.”

All her senses were burned hot, like syrup too thick to melt. In her haze, she could only feel the feather-light touch and Zhen Zhen’s arms, which were wrapped around her waist and tightening further.

So, when she woke up the next day, Lu Jiayin stared at the distinct red mark on her wrist for a good while before coming back to her senses.

The warmth of another person emanated from behind her. She froze for a moment, then cautiously turned over.

Zhen Zhen’s peaceful sleeping face came into view. She slept very quietly, her features delicate and picturesque. However, when she clearly felt the soreness coming from her waist, Lu Jiayin reached out and poked her cheek in exasperation.

The moment her finger landed on the face, the person opposite opened her eyes. Zhen Zhen seemed confused by the situation for a second, then said groggily: “Morning.”

Lu Jiayin murmured a response. Seeing her awake, the apprehension about their crazy behavior last night surfaced again. She wondered what Zhen Zhen would say about the previous night.

After all, she had used drunkenness as an excuse to forcibly “seduce” her, and they still carried the “pre-divorce” status. Zhen Zhen could very well frame the incident as “a temporary loss of control.”

Seeing that Lu Jiayin still hadn’t spoken, Zhen Zhen raised a hand, intending to reach out and embrace her.

The moment she was touched, Lu Jiayin tensed up and couldn’t help but cry out. Zhen Zhen immediately noticed her discomfort. Her palm gently moved to Lu Jiayin’s side, and she asked softly: “Does your waist hurt?”

Lu Jiayin really didn’t want to answer that question. Her face was hot, and she muttered: “It’s all your fault!”

Hearing this, Zhen Zhen was startled for a moment. Then her expression changed. Her lips curved up, and her eyes followed with a subtle arc. It was a smile that carried a hint of apology, but was clearly very pleased.

She rarely wore this kind of smile. Most of the time, her smiles were gentle, kind, full of indulgence and concession—all “giving.” This time, however, she was feeling happiness and joy for “receiving.”

This realization caused a subtle pang of sourness in Lu Jiayin’s heart. She buried her head in Zhen Zhen’s neck as a cover, her eyelashes lowered, concealing the flicker of light in her eyes.

She admitted that her actions last night were slightly intentional. Under the influence of alcohol, there was a vague, urgent desire in her heart to establish some kind of connection with this person, as proof of the depth of their feelings.

She could not deceive herself. Whether it was the sober, proud Lu Jiayin or the self who revealed her true feelings when drunk, both harbored the same inexpressible possessiveness toward Zhen Zhen.

She didn’t want her name listed alongside anyone else’s; she didn’t like seeing her smile at others.

She wanted this person to belong to her.

And seeing Zhen Zhen’s expression now, a thought suddenly occurred to Lu Jiayin.

Could she just let this willful Lu Jiayin, who could speak her mind, say the things she couldn’t express and the feelings she wanted to convey? After all, using the “amnesia” excuse, she could simply “forget” these actions later and adamantly deny them.

“Wife, you took advantage of me last night,” she raised her head and looked at Zhen Zhen, her eyes full of sincerity. “You’re not planning to be irresponsible, are you?”

Zhen Zhen gazed at her tenderly, not speaking, but not averting her eyes either.

Her look was slightly different than usual. In her cool gaze, there was a depth that was intensely unsettling.

“Why would you think that?” she asked in a low voice.

Lu Jiayin felt an unaccountable tension. She shrunk back toward the other side of the bed, softly arguing: “Because last night… last night I was drunk. If you don’t take responsibility, won’t I be at a huge disadvantage?”

After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a flaw in her logic. Before she could straighten out her thoughts, the hand around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her back into a warm embrace.

“Then do you want to take advantage of me again?” The voice near her ear was very soft, yet it seemed to caress her all the way to her heart. Lu Jiayin realized she had pushed things too far and instinctively tried to get up and run, only to be caught again.

What happened to the cool, ascetic persona?

She fell back onto the soft pillows, her almond eyes filled with surprise. Then, her eyelashes were gently brushed by a kiss, and she closed them tightly with a hint of reluctance.

When she woke up again, the morning sun outside the window had long gone, leaving only the sunset glow painting the evening clouds, like drops of melted starlight.

For a moment, Lu Jiayin could barely tell if the preceding events were reality or a dream. Just then, the phone beside her pillow rang. She groggily grabbed the phone and saw it was Fu Ruyi calling.

“Are you playing disappearance with me?” the agent said with a sigh of relief. “I’ve been texting you since morning, and you haven’t replied. I was worried something had happened to you.”

Lu Jiayin tried to speak but found her voice quite hoarse, only managing a brief “Mmm.”

Fu Ruyi noticed the change in her voice: “What’s wrong with your throat? A hangover, or a cold? You’re about to join the crew, you must take care of yourself.”

She continued to fuss, and Lu Jiayin absentmindedly dealt with the agent’s words while looking for water.

“I’m relieved you’re okay,” Fu Ruyi signaled she was about to hang up, then added, “Oh, I sent you the photos from last night. Remember to admire your stunning beauty.”

At this, Lu Jiayin suddenly remembered that she hadn’t returned the gown she took off last night! She only remembered throwing it at the foot of the bed initially, but what happened to the dress after that?

She forced her sore body to sit up and saw a clothes rack right opposite the bedroom, at the entrance of the walk-in closet. It held a row of brand-new gowns, and the one at the very end was the same Issyan gown she had worn last night.

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