The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Variation Three

The atmosphere in the entire private room suddenly became stagnant. A few sharp-eyed individuals quickly recognized Zhen Zhen and immediately directed their intense gazes toward Lu Jiayin in the center of the dance floor.

Lu Jiayin never expected to encounter her wife in a place like this. She glanced at the person at the door, feeling an unwarranted sense of guilt, as if she had been caught red-handed.

While she hesitated about what to say, the group of slightly tipsy artists in the room became excited, surrounding the two and teasing them volubly.

“Aiya, Teacher Lu, aren’t you going to introduce who this is?”

“Better late than never! Since you’ve entered this room, don’t think you can take Teacher Lu away without first drinking three cups!”

Amidst the warm, noisy laughter, Lu Jiayin quickly walked to Zhen Zhen’s side. She didn’t have much experience dealing with these situations, so she just tugged gently on Zhen Zhen’s sleeve and said: “Everyone’s having a good time. I’ll just tell them we’re leaving…”

However, Zhen Zhen suddenly smiled. She looked down at Lu Jiayin’s cautious fingers, covered them with her hand, and held it: “Since we’ve met unexpectedly, of course, we should say hello.”

Her willingness to go along with the situation made every single artist present even more excited. Someone poured wine and brought it to Zhen Zhen, saying with a smile: “Teacher Lu’s spouse, you can’t be partial when there are so many of us here!”

Zhen Zhen thanked him, picked up the glass, still holding Lu Jiayin’s hand with the other, and responded with a smile: “Of course not.”

The teasing and whistling grew even louder. Lu Jiayin’s heart pounded with a sudden, frantic pace from being held, but she gently pressed her lips together and led Zhen Zhen to Director Long’s side, introducing them one by one.

“I’ve long heard great things about CEO Xiao Zhen,” Director Long’s meaningful gaze fell directly on their clasped hands. She said with great enthusiasm and a smile, “To be able to marry a beauty like our Teacher Xiao Lu, you truly are a promising young talent.”

Zhen Zhen politely toasted and exchanged pleasantries with her, draining the wine in her glass in one go.

Seeing her drink without hesitation, the people next to her cheered loudly. After finishing with the director, Cheng Yan immediately stepped forward with a smile: “Now it’s my turn to have a drink with Teacher Lu’s spouse.”

This round of toasts involved several more drinks. Initially, the actors maintained some restraint, afraid of pushing the young CEO too far and making her unhappy. However, they soon discovered that Zhen Zhen was surprisingly easygoing.

Before they even had to coax her much, as long as the phrase “Teacher Lu’s spouse” was uttered, her eyes would gently curve into a smile, and she would readily clink glasses.

It was Lu Jiayin who finally pulled Zhen Zhen aside to the sofa, using an excuse. She handed Zhen Zhen a cup of hot water and complained in a low voice: “How can you be so compliant? They’re just having fun, you don’t really have to drink all of it…”

The Zhen Zhen she remembered rarely drank during social events. Why was she so easily swayed today?

“But they called me ‘Teacher Lu’s spouse’,” Zhen Zhen leaned back on the sofa, her head slightly tilted up, and smiled when she heard her words. “I couldn’t let Teacher Lu lose face, could I?”

Her eyes were fixed on Lu Jiayin, shining brightly as if hiding a star. Meeting such clear eyes made Lu Jiayin’s face warm involuntarily. She shifted slightly away and muttered softly: “Looks like I worried for nothing. You still have the energy to joke…”

The way she pouted was incredibly cute. Zhen Zhen looked at the person so close to her, feeling a gentle itch in her heart. Just as she was about to lean in and say something more, someone else rushed over to them.

“Sister Jiayin, I haven’t had a drink with CEO Zhen yet.” The young, adorable Xie Qing walked up with a big, innocent blink of his beautiful eyes. “You have to approve, okay?”

Unlike the way others addressed her, upon hearing the four words “Sister Jiayin,” Zhen Zhen’s gaze suddenly deepened. She then sat up straight and looked at the handsome, mixed-race young man in front of her.

Under the gaze of those cool eyes, Xie Qing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for no discernible reason. He subconsciously scratched his head. Why did the atmosphere feel so strange?

But the eyes quickly narrowed again, smiling politely at him.

“I apologize, I usually don’t pay much attention to celebrities in the entertainment industry…” The woman, whose face was full of smiles, raised her wine glass, making him feel as if his perception of her earlier gaze had been an illusion. “May I ask who you are?”

Xie Qing awkwardly clinked glasses with her, saying: “Oh, oh, I’m Xie Qing. Please don’t be formal, CEO Zhen. I’m not really a star. I’ll be collaborating with Sister Jiayin in Dark Light this time. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“I see,” Zhen Zhen nodded in response, then asked curiously, “I heard you call her ‘Sister,’ so you must be quite young, right?”

Her attitude seemed quite friendly. Xie Qing, slightly bewildered, drank his wine and answered obediently: “I was born in the year of the dog. I just turned 24 in June. Hehe, that’s not too young, right?”

“Hmm, that’s not too young,” the person in front of him evaluated seriously. “Actually, you’re a little older than me.”

Xie Qing was stunned by her words and couldn’t help but exclaim: “What? You… you’re not even 24 yet?”

He knew a little about Zhen Zhen’s resume—graduated from a prestigious university with a Master’s degree and was a CEO of a major company. Seeing her strong presence, he had assumed she was young but didn’t expect her to be even younger than himself!

The ‘puppy boy’ Xie Qing lamented: “I suddenly feel the world is unfair.”

Zhen Zhen, who seemed to have unintentionally crushed his ego, thoughtfully poured him another drink: “There’s not much difference. I was born in the winter, so I’m only about half a year younger than you, strictly speaking.”

While they were talking, she still held Lu Jiayin’s hand, her grip light, gently clasping her palm. The warmth of Lu Jiayin’s skin, perhaps due to the evaporating alcohol, seemed to be rising. After some time, Lu Jiayin suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and the scent of flowers drifted into her nose.

“Are you okay?” she asked a little anxiously. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

The head on her shoulder moved slightly. Lu Jiayin felt the heat from Zhen Zhen’s face on her skin. Her breath also seemed hot, sprinkling over her neck like a soft rain.

“I’m fine,” Zhen Zhen’s voice also became very soft, mixed with the music, carrying a slightly blurry sense of languor. “I just wanted to lean on Jiejie (Sister).”

Lu Jiayin’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The moment she registered the term Zhen Zhen used for her, her heartbeat immediately accelerated uncontrollably, as if something soft had nudged her heart. Her voice was slightly flustered, and she whispered: “Why are you calling me that…”

“Jiejie,” the person on her shoulder moved slightly, her voice hinting at dissatisfaction. “He can call you ‘Sister,’ and I’m even younger than him…”

She must be quite drunk.

Lu Jiayin had never dared to imagine that this simple term of address would one day be imbued with such a distinct meaning. At this moment, everyone else in the private room was busy toasting, singing, or talking. They sat on the sofa in this corner, enveloped by the flowing lights, as if they were on a tiny, dimly lit, yet brilliant little planet.

That sound of “Jiejie” sprouted a small bud in her heart, which was then moved by the wind, blossoming into a tangled mass of flowers.

“Jiejie,” the person next to her persisted, resting her chin lightly on Lu Jiayin’s neck and asking softly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

The loud music and human voices in the room merged into a turbulent tide, washing away her thoughts and leaving them drifting. Lu Jiayin used all her self-control, softly replied “Mmm,” and said: “We should go home first.”

She looked around, trying to find someone to bid farewell to so they could leave early. But someone else approached with a microphone, smiling: “It’s rare that we’re just getting started! Why is Teacher Lu leaving already? You didn’t even finish your performance from earlier. We can’t allow that.”

Lu Jiayin hesitated, but Zhen Zhen had already lifted her head from her shoulder. She sat up slightly and volunteered: “Teacher Lu won’t be dancing. I’ll perform an act for her instead.”

The person hadn’t dared to tease Zhen Zhen, so seeing her offer to perform, he was immediately overjoyed: “CEO Zhen wants to perform? We’d be truly honored! But are you planning to sing? Or dance?”

The scene was clearly growing more enthusiastic. Lu Jiayin had never known Zhen Zhen had this side to her. She nervously held her hand, asking with uncertainty: “Can you do this?”

“Yes, I can,” Zhen Zhen gave her a reassuring smile, taking the microphone handed to her by someone nearby. “Although, compared to all the professionals here, I’ll only be making a humble display. I’ll just sing a simple song for everyone.”

Naturally, no one was going to spoil the mood. Instead, everyone clapped with keen interest, eager to hear what she would sing.

On the large screen, the display switched to a black and white image. The gentle and pure sound of a guitar chord slowly resonated in the now-quiet private room.

Over the soft, soothing accompaniment, Lu Jiayin heard Zhen Zhen’s voice.

Her voice was clear and clean, like a pristine string instrument. It lacked much technical flair, but she sang the melody gently and lightly.

“To see you, I would be willing To walk barefoot across a thousand miles of snow. A brave love must always be careful, I must hold my breath.”

She sang so softly. Compared to the lively love songs and dance music earlier, the accompaniment for this song was simple, almost sparse, with only the guitar repeating, sending out the notes one by one. People around them were talking softly, and glasses clinked faintly, but Lu Jiayin listened with intense focus.

This was the first time she had ever heard Zhen Zhen sing. She never knew Zhen Zhen was like this when she sang—earnest, gentle, and as focused as she was with everything else she did. Zhen Zhen sat very close to her, one hand holding her palm, singing with great sincerity.

The lights transformed into scattered pinpoints, tracing the gilded ceiling, then shifting into a kaleidoscope of brilliant patterns on the walls and floor. Lu Jiayin sat quietly, feeling her heart resonate with the music, gently pulsing.

As the song ended, cheers and applause erupted all around. Amidst the room’s dazzling noise, Zhen Zhen put down the microphone and smiled at her.

Lu Jiayin’s heart trembled. She stared intently at the woman, momentarily lost in a haze.

Zhen Zhen hadn’t performed for the others; she had clearly sung a love song just for her.

In the lingering, romantic sound of the guitar, she saw Zhen Zhen lean closer. The eyes, brimming with light, looked at her, seemingly holding thousands of words of affection. She looked at Lu Jiayin and asked expectantly: “Jiejie, did you like it?”

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