The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Variation Four

Lu Jiayin somewhat forgot how she finally managed to leave that private room.

The night wind was so soft. She was led by the hand by the person beside her, walking out of the building step by step, and then dizzily getting into the Bentley waiting on the roadside.

After Zhen Zhen got into the car, she first lowered the car window a few inches. Probably still feeling warm, she unfastened her shirt collar button, exposing her long, fair neck. Slightly loose strands of hair tangled around it, instantly easing her typically severe and ascetic aura.

“I drank a little, so I wanted some wind to air out the smell,” she explained to Lu Jiayin, even in her slightly intoxicated state.

Lu Jiayin didn’t actually smell any strong odor. In fact, the faint scent of alcohol, mixed with Zhen Zhen’s perfume, made the air feel hazy and intoxicating. She couldn’t explain why. Although her own perfume was more vivid and elegant, she felt the other person’s scent was undeniably and clearly present.

She rested her head by the window for a while, staring blankly, then suddenly noticed that the road was different from what she remembered. They lived in Mid-City, but halfway there, the car drove straight onto the Binhai Avenue.

“Did we take the wrong turn?” she straightened up, confused.

However, Zhen Zhen just smiled faintly: “No mistake. We’re not going home tonight.”

Lu Jiayin was mystified. Zhen Zhen didn’t offer more explanation. The atmosphere in the car was tranquil, with only the sound of the soft wind passing by, as if rushing toward an unknown and magical future.

After about another half hour, the car gradually neared its destination. Lu Jiayin realized they had driven to the port. The harbor in the night was dotted with yachts of all sizes, like seashells. Zhen Zhen opened the car door and led her out.

Staff in white uniforms were waiting for them at the port. Seeing this, Lu Jiayin grew even more curious: “Where exactly are we going?”

“To Lulutopia,” Zhen Zhen walked up to her. “I checked with Fu Ruyi; you don’t have any schedules for the next two days. I want to take you to celebrate your birthday.”

So, she remembered her birthday and had secretly arranged a celebration without saying a word. The vague uncertainty Lu Jiayin had felt since the morning suddenly vanished, replaced by a sweet, small joy. Not knowing how to respond, Lu Jiayin whispered: “This is a bit too elaborate…”

She rarely celebrated her birthday. Since a certain year, there were no more flowers or blessings on her birthday, and after her debut, it often coincided with work. Over time, she herself stopped having high expectations.

The crew had already lowered the gangway. Zhen Zhen, worried that Lu Jiayin’s high heels might make boarding difficult, stood by her to assist. Once the only two passengers were aboard, the yacht swiftly set sail, rippling the water as it headed toward the island on the other side.

Lu Jiayin stood at the bow, watching the brightly lit port fade away. The wind ruffled her long hair, sweeping away her hair and her surging emotions.

Lulutopia is a well-known resort island located near the coast, boasting a winding coastline and beautiful white sand beaches. The yacht bypassed the busy tourist areas and docked at a private pier on the south shore.

“My grandfather gave me this vacation home here as a gift when I was in university,” Zhen Zhen explained to her. “It’s quieter here, and the scenery is exceptionally beautiful. I thought you would like it.”

Along the beach was a row of tall coconut trees. The faint scent of osmanthus drifted in the night wind. A butler in a small electric cart picked them up, driving slowly along the seaside path. Lu Jiayin inhaled the floral scent in the air and already felt relaxed. She smiled and asked: “Why did you suddenly decide to bring me to the seaside?”

Zhen Zhen seemed to ponder her question before answering: “Because fairies should live by the sea.”

This answer made Lu Jiayin blush, nearly losing her balance. She looked at Zhen Zhen with a playful glare: “How can you be so mean? You said we came to celebrate my birthday, but you’re just making fun of me with that comment…”

After regaining her memory, she had replayed the scene of her first meeting with Zhen Zhen. She had been so drunk that night that many details were blurry, but she distinctly remembered throwing up in Zhen Zhen’s car, desperately holding onto her, and earnestly declaring that she was a fairy and insisting that Zhen Zhen accompany her to swim home.

Hearing the remark from Zhen Zhen now made Lu Jiayin feel even more embarrassed.

But Zhen Zhen’s expression was utterly serious: “I’m not making fun of you. I genuinely feel that you truly belong by the sea.”

As they spoke, they reached their destination. Hidden behind layers of trees and floral walls were private villas scattered along the beach. Their villa, a white, three-story, split-level resort-style home, was the closest to the coastline. The shell-shaped lights at the entrance twinkled, looking very inviting.

The rooms had been cleaned in advance upon news of their arrival. The entire house was decorated in a vacation style. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a private pool with gently rippling water, the shimmer projecting a dreamy blue wave pattern onto the walls.

“I asked them to prepare a late-night snack. Should we go upstairs first?” Zhen Zhen walked up to Lu Jiayin and naturally took her hand again.

At the moment their fingers interlocked, Lu Jiayin paused, then was led by Zhen Zhen up the stairs.

A small dining table was set up on the second-floor balcony facing the sea view. White porcelain plates held small, delicate crab meat dumplings and seafood soup, along with fruit arranged into flower shapes. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket nearby, quietly misting over.

Lu Jiayin hadn’t eaten much dinner and had drunk some wine at the club, so seeing the spread made her mouth water. Zhen Zhen pulled out a chair for her, allowing her to sit down comfortably.

The sound of the tide provided a gentle accompaniment. They clinked glasses under the moonlight.

“I haven’t properly celebrated my birthday in a long time,” Lu Jiayin said, closing her eyes contentedly after a sip of the cold champagne. “It feels so happy to be relaxing by the sea like this, eating delicious food.”

Zhen Zhen served her a piece of lobster meat and said: “When I watched the movie with you that day, I remembered how much you seem to love the sea, so I arranged the birthday trip here. As long as you’re happy.”

The atmosphere was too pleasant. Lu Jiayin felt a little tipsy again, as if the alcohol was rushing to her head. She held the wine glass, pressing the coolness against her flushed cheek, and murmured: “I love looking at the sea. I feel the ocean is vast and quiet, capable of embracing everything and dissolving everything. I always feel so relaxed when I see the sea.”

She propped her chin in her hand, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the person in front of her, her red lips parting: “And celebrating like this with you… it feels even happier. Thank you, wife.”

“I haven’t even given you your birthday gift yet, and you’re already thanking me?” Zhen Zhen responded with a smile, glancing at the time on her wrist.

The platinum hands formed a ninety-degree angle. It was less than fifteen minutes until midnight.

Lu Jiayin smiled at her, saying: “There’s a gift too…”

Through her slightly hazy vision, she watched Zhen Zhen get up from the table. She walked into the adjacent room, picked something up from the desk, and walked back out with it.

When she saw what was in Zhen Zhen’s hand, Lu Jiayin’s eyes widened in surprise.

It was a small violin with an orange-red wood grain. It didn’t look brand new, but its owner had taken such good care of it that it had a subtle, glowing sheen. Zhen Zhen stood holding the instrument by the balcony railing and smiled: “I haven’t played the violin in many years. I just practiced quickly for this.”

“I hope you won’t find this a terrible gift.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she held the bow in her right hand, pressed her left hand onto the neck of the violin, and slowly drew out the first note.

It was like igniting a faint star in the boundless night sky.

The sound of the waves echoed from a distance, slowly surging in harmony with the music. Zhen Zhen stood at the edge of the balcony. Her fair, articulate fingers slid across the strings, producing a beautiful, lingering melody. Countless thoughts flashed through Lu Jiayin’s mind. She raised her hand to smooth her hair, urging herself to stay calm.

Clearly, on this alluring seaside night under the moonlight, her elegant and beautiful wife must be playing a classical masterpiece, likely one related to love and romance. The only problem was that she had absolutely no idea what the piece was called.

Thinking of this, Lu Jiayin glanced at the phone on the dining table, pondering how to get it discreetly.

Should I try to use a music recognition app to save myself right now…? Her fingers subtly moved toward the table, inching forward.

However, just as she was about to reach the edge of the phone, the music suddenly stopped.

“When I was learning the violin, my teacher once said that music is the gentlest way to dialogue with the world. Words you cannot speak, emotions you are shy to express—music can speak them for you.”

Zhen Zhen’s voice carried through the night wind into her ears. Moonlight spilled everywhere. Her eyes reflected a clear light, staring unblinkingly at Lu Jiayin.

“I guessed and tried to find which melody best represents love. I searched for a long time and was troubled for a long time until I finally realized that perhaps just one simple song is enough to express my heart.”

“The following song is dedicated to Miss Lu Jiayin.”

The violin bow suddenly changed its path, lightly sweeping across the strings, transforming the melody into an exceptionally quick and lively tune.

The moment the familiar melody reached her ears, Lu Jiayin froze.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the piece Zhen Zhen was currently playing was clearly “Ice Cream and Chocolate, Strawberry Snow Kingdom Sweet Sweet.” The cute and lively melody, combined with the beautiful timbre of the violin, created a surprisingly whimsical style.

Her posture for playing the violin remained focused and standard. Her back was straight, the lines of her jaw resting on the instrument were elegant and sharp, as if she were in a grand, refined concert hall. Yet, the music emanating from the violin was simple, almost childlike.

The incredibly familiar pop melody, when interpreted by the violin, miraculously acquired an unimaginable romantic atmosphere.

Lu Jiayin simply stared at her in a daze until the final violin note slowly faded away. As a closing gesture, the player lowered her bow. Their two gazes crossed paths, gently meeting across the intervening space.

Zhen Zhen stood in the night, separated by the thin, hazy moonlight like a veil of mist, gazing at Lu Jiayin with such focus.

The light in her eyes was sweet, capable of weaving a soft, sugary warmth in her heart with just a touch. As she had said, it was a clear and simple, yet deeply emotional expression.

And this was not yet the end. Zhen Zhen gently placed the violin aside and walked toward Lu Jiayin. A small box had appeared in her hand at some point. She presented it to Lu Jiayin: “Happy birthday, Lu Jiayin.”

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