The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Song Without Words One

Only the faint glow of a nightlight illuminated the room, reflecting the fireworks blooming outside the window and casting two intimate silhouettes onto the floor-to-ceiling glass.

In matters of affection, Zhen Zhen had always believed that spiritual understanding and communication were the most crucial parts, while physical pleasure… was not as important.

The two were not without intimacy in the past, but one was reserved, and the other was gentle, maintaining a strong sense of propriety in that regard, keeping the frequency extremely restrained and fleeting.

But now…

A thin layer of sweat slicked her palms, grasping greedily at that fragrant, burning warmth.

Her lips slowly drew near, tentatively exploring the softness.

Her throat felt inexplicably parched, as if a trap lay beneath her palms, luring her gaze to explore, to caress, and then, little by little, to consume with her eyes. The lace fabric was lifted, and a flash of snow-white skin came into view. Lowering her gaze, the look became intensely hot.

“I feel a little sleepy…” Lu Jiayin laughed and pressed down on her hand. Perhaps feeling tickled, her eyes slightly narrowed, showing fragmented light, “I want to sleep…”

If it were before, Zhen Zhen might have chosen to believe her words. However, the person in her arms, with her mesmerizing eyes and small gasps, was utterly unconvincing. Zhen Zhen lowered her head, kissed the flushed face, and whispered something in her ear.

Lu Jiayin let out a soft, kitten-like purr.

“Lu Jiayin.”

Zhen Zhen rarely called her by any other nickname, always using her full name with such formality and earnestness. But at this moment, these three words, falling into her ear, seemed to carry a different meaning: by name, with surname, the tone prolonged and lingering, filled with obstinate possessiveness.

“Lu Jiayin,” Zhen Zhen lowered her voice, still unable to control a slight tremor in her breath, “I really love this you right now…”

Hearing those words, the pair of peach-blossom eyes that were lightly closed suddenly opened.

Zhen Zhen was confused. Lu Jiayin had been unusually pliable in bed recently. Seeing her expression, Zhen Zhen thought she had hurt her. Before she could speak, the look in those eyes deepened, seeming vaguely angry. Before Zhen Zhen could analyze the meaning behind that familiar-looking gaze, she was pushed onto the pillow by a force.

She was pressed down on the bed face-up. Her soft-and-cuddly wife held her wrists down firmly, looking aggressive: “Say what you just said again?”

“Love… the current you?” The strength with which she held Zhen Zhen down was much greater than she usually displayed. Zhen Zhen almost suspected her wrists would be broken if she didn’t appease her immediately. She smiled at Lu Jiayin, “What’s wrong?”

The person in front of her pursed her lips. Zhen Zhen noticed that when Lu Jiayin didn’t smile, her entire demeanor looked very cold. She leaned closer to Zhen Zhen and bit her fingertip hard.

“You’re not allowed to only like the current me…”

A muffled voice came from between her arms, low and almost dissolving into the air: “Otherwise… I’ll…”

The warm air blew gently. Lu Jiayin took a while to recover in the hazy warmth before she slowly opened her eyes.

“Want some water?” Noticing her movement, Zhen Zhen put down her phone and got up to pour a glass of water from the nightstand.

Lu Jiayin spent a few seconds recalling what had just happened, her heart feeling anxious and uncertain, wondering if Zhen Zhen had noticed her strangeness.

Just moments ago, their intimacy had been natural, as usual, but she had been provoked by an unintentional remark from Zhen Zhen, leading her to do things she had never done before. She desperately wanted to overthrow the “current Lu Jiayin,” even saying the ridiculously self-pitying words, “don’t only like the current me.”

Even though Zhen Zhen had shown a passionate response to her sudden change, Lu Jiayin didn’t dare imagine what Zhen Zhen’s reaction would be once she knew her true thoughts.

The way she had acted was clearly her own self competing for affection against her past self, in an absurd and embarrassing manner.

She had decided to make Zhen Zhen happy, which meant she should continue to maintain the persona Zhen Zhen liked best. But there was always a subtle sense of resentment in her heart, as if… the other person’s tenderness and sweetness, though close at hand, didn’t belong to her.

But that was clearly her wife, her Zhen Zhen. Why couldn’t she rightfully possess her?

Seeing her lost in thought, Zhen Zhen smiled, stroked her head, and naturally helped her drink some water.

“You must be thirsty. I heard your voice was a little hoarse just now.” She stated a fact with a calm tone, almost making the barely composed Lu Jiayin choke again.

This reaction, which was no different from her usual one, meant either that she hadn’t noticed anything amiss, or that Zhen Zhen truly loved her to such a blind degree.

In this bewildered state, Lu Jiayin was unknowingly fed the majority of the glass of water and then nestled back into the bed covers by Zhen Zhen.

“It’s still early. Do you want to sleep a little longer?”

Zhen Zhen must have noticed her lack of energy. Her arm around Lu Jiayin didn’t loosen. Instead, she gently patted her back, as if soothing her. Lu Jiayin was drawn in by the tender gesture, obediently snuggling further into her embrace, resting her head in the faintly scented crook of Zhen Zhen’s neck, and softly murmured, “Mm.”

The hand stroking her back didn’t stop, gently patting her over and over again.

Cooed by this rhythmic motion, sleepiness slowly crept up. In the descending, gentle atmosphere, Lu Jiayin vaguely heard Zhen Zhen speak again.

“By the way, what did you mean by that question you asked me earlier?” She lowered her head and kissed Lu Jiayin’s forehead. “Can’t I like the current you?”

Hearing this, scattered memories returned. Lu Jiayin blinked, asking with a hint of reluctance: “Don’t you like… the old me?”

She was very nervous when asking this, her fingers unconsciously clutching Zhen Zhen’s sleeve. Her bright eyes stared fixedly at Zhen Zhen’s face, afraid to miss any change in her expression.

The person involved was completely unaware of the deeper meaning in her words: “…How should I put it? When facing you before, I was sometimes afraid I wasn’t doing well enough or not giving you the response you wanted. I even worried if you hated me… But now… that pressure is much less, so… I feel…”

“You are not allowed to like her!”

A sudden, sharp voice broke the tranquility. Lu Jiayin violently broke free from Zhen Zhen’s arms. Her voice trembled, as if trying hard to restrain her emotion, but tears gradually welled up in her eyes.

Although she had a premonition of such an answer, when she actually heard the words, she realized just how much bitterness was hidden in her chest. It emerged little by little, so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe, completely filled with jealousy toward her other self.

“I didn’t think you did anything wrong… I didn’t… hate you…” Her voice was extremely low, floating lightly in the air, so faint it seemed the slightest breath of wind would erase it. “Don’t like her…”

She couldn’t spare a thought for the consequences of her words or dare to imagine Zhen Zhen’s reaction. She just couldn’t tolerate the anxiety and fear in her heart anymore, crying softly in accusation: “And you know this is cheating, don’t you?”

Zhen Zhen, who was inexplicably accused of cheating: “…”

But looking at Lu Jiayin, whose eyes were glistening and who was about to burst into tears, her body immediately made the most correct choice.

Ignoring the other person’s struggle, which was clearly much weaker than before, she reached out and pulled Lu Jiayin back into her embrace. Then, as if petting a small animal, she lightly stroked her trembling back repeatedly, leaning in to kiss the tear trembling on her eyelashes.

Lu Jiayin immediately turned her head away, refusing to be kissed again.

“Whether you admit it or not, I am your wife! You gave me a ring, you proposed to me and promised never to forsake me, for better or worse!” She choked back a sob. “I believed you were someone worth trusting. You liar!”

The more she spoke, the sadder she felt, thinking that all of this person’s tenderness, care, and spoiling was not for her. Her thoughts scattered far and wide, starting to drift in an even more uncontrollable direction.

Which meant… even in their most intimate moments, her Zhen Zhen was thinking of someone else.

The sobbing immediately grew louder.

Seeing Lu Jiayin genuinely burst into tears with a “woo,” Zhen Zhen finally stopped believing she was having a trivial tantrum. She held her, trying to soothe her, while fetching tissues to wipe her tears, attempting to calm her down.

“I’m not cheating. I truly, truly love Lu Jiayin,” all her logic seemed useless at this moment. She could only patiently console her bit by bit. “And why are you jealous of yourself…”

Because you don’t know the truth! Lu Jiayin screamed silently inside, not knowing how to explain her inner panic. She could only sniffle and whisper: “You yourself said you prefer this Lu Jiayin…”

“I love every Lu Jiayin. The proud little princess Lu Jiayin, the little fairy Lu Jiayin who throws tantrums when she’s drunk… the Lu Jiayin who smiles at me when she’s hugged and kissed, and many, many more of you… they are all your true selves,” Zhen Zhen said seriously, word for word. “It’s because it’s you that I love you.”

Halfway through her sentence, it was as if she suddenly understood something: “Wait, you haven’t forgotten who you are again, have you? Has your memory not fully recovered?”

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning from the sky, shocking Lu Jiayin fully awake.

Her body froze. She looked up at the person beside her in disbelief.

“You… you… that, … I…” She felt her voice was indeed a little hoarse, so much so that uttering a simple syllable required enormous courage. She hesitated, asking with great difficulty: “When… when did you…”

When did Zhen Zhen discover that she had reverted to the “old” Lu Jiayin? Or rather, had she known all along that she was pretending to have amnesia?

Zhen Zhen also seemed a little surprised by this question. She reached out and hugged Lu Jiayin tighter, saying calmly: “It’s been quite a while…”

“So, when exactly was it?” This evasive answer clearly didn’t satisfy Lu Jiayin. She struggled out of the other person’s arms, her shimmering eyes fixed on Zhen Zhen.

“After you failed your Alzheimer’s test.” Zhen Zhen hesitated for a moment, weighing between “making my wife angry” and “making my wife angrier.” “I was genuinely worried about your health, so I discussed taking you for a more detailed checkup with Fu Ruyi… and she laughed for five minutes after hearing about it…”

Lu Jiayin’s mouth fell slightly into an “O” shape. She barely heard the rest of Zhen Zhen’s explanation. She remained frozen in a daze for a moment, finally unable to resist the overwhelming surge of shame engulfing her, and buried her head in Zhen Zhen’s chest.

“Stop… don’t say anymore…”

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