The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 19

When Bai Jun woke up the next morning, Lin Song had already left for work.

A bouquet of fresh flowers sat by the bedside. She did not know where Lin Song had picked up this habit, but she always seemed to love giving her flowers. Regardless, Bai Jun happily tucked them into a vase.

After some thought, Bai Jun decided not to go out for the next few days. She called Xu Tu and asked him to deliver raw materials for perfume formulation. She had no memory and could not think of any other way to help her Aunt. If the news of her amnesia leaked and people found out the person in charge of the company was compromised, it would negatively impact the business.

However, her talent for perfume formulation remained. Perhaps she could create a new series of fragrances; as long as the product was good enough, she would have the power to turn the tide.

To minimize the trouble caused by going out, Bai Jun rarely left the house over the following days. She even let Xu Tu handle the renovation of the villa, monitoring progress via video while she immersed herself in the world of scents.

She had always been sensitive to odors. This gift made her efforts in formulation twice as effective. Especially when facing Lin Song, she felt as though a continuous stream of new ideas bubbled up: she wanted to give the world’s most beautiful, sweet fragrances to Lin Song.

This state of mind made the perfumes she created overflow with a sense of happiness, like strolling through a flower-filled meadow or lingering in an autumn orchard, where harvest and joy filled the heart. Bai Jun loved this feeling of being wholeheartedly focused. Her soul felt nourished, and her body felt filled with inexhaustible strength.

During these days, Lin Song continued to leave early and return late.

The situation seemed thorny. Even if Lin Song’s face showed no signs of abnormality, Bai Jun could still detect clues from the expressions of Xu Tu and Auntie Feng. Her wife was stubborn and refused to ask for help; though Bai Jun was anxious, she decided to respect her wife’s wishes, choosing instead to be more caring and accommodating in their daily life.

Once Lin Song realized this, she seemed to become even less reserved, beginning to express her desires quite bluntly. The second quilt became a mere decoration.

Lin Song’s movements when returning late were very light and never woke Bai Jun, but whenever Bai Jun woke from a mysterious, desperate dream in the night, she would find a warm body beside her. Perhaps because she was a light sleeper, once Bai Jun woke, Lin Song would also startle awake and instinctively pull Bai Jun into her arms.

Sometimes, when Bai Jun was too shaken to fall back asleep, Lin Song would do everything in her power to distract her. Night was naturally a time when the will was weak. This time and place were perfect for doing things known only to the two of them.

Waking the next morning, Bai Jun would often feel chagrined and ashamed of the previous night’s passion, feeling she had lost her self-control as a dominant CEO. Yet, when the scene repeated the following night, she still could not hold back.

Under Lin Song’s delicate pleas and coaxing, Bai Jun succumbed again and again. She accidentally took the initiative to kiss Lin Song, accidentally messed up Lin Song’s clothes, and accidentally touched the abdominal muscles she had craved for a long time. But Lin Song was her wife, and Lin Song seemed to enjoy it, so she was not about to apologize for her accidents.

After the tossing and turning, Bai Jun’s heart would race, her mind would go blank, and her body would flush hot. She could no longer think of anything else and would fall back into a deep sleep. Occasionally, Bai Jun even had a strange feeling: she and Lin Song were like two lonely birds with necks entwined in the dark, soothing each other’s wounds.

She was startled by this odd sensation, eventually attributing it to what she called Sage Time. She found that term in the materials she had taken from Lin Song.

After all, she had not yet found the courage to take the final step during this period. Lin Song seemed to have noticed her bravado over the last two days; she even began wearing less and less at night, proactively coming over to hook her arms around her, burying her face in Bai Jun’s neck and laughing softly.

Bai Jun did not know why Lin Song had so much energy. Even though Lin Song was busy every day, she looked more and more charming and seductive, like a flower demon that had feasted on essence.

Bai Jun felt she could not take this humiliation much longer and would eventually give in to temptation. So, while she talked a big game, saying things like, “I only feel bad because you’ve been tired lately; once you’re less busy, I’ll definitely make you cry,” she also began to seriously study those materials despite her embarrassment.

But even with a solid theoretical foundation, whenever she faced Lin Song, she only felt her blood boil and her hands grow clumsy. She could not remember a single thing she was supposed to do next.

In a blur of fragrance and sweetness, half a month flashed by. In the last few days, strange images began to appear in Bai Jun’s mind: a gloomy version of herself, blood all over the floor, and a strange man in a secluded mountain village looking at her apologetically, saying, “I’m sorry.”

Still, she could not recall any coherent memories. There seemed to be an instinctive force preventing her from thinking; as soon as she tried to remember, her head would throb with unbearable pain.

On this day, Lin Song returned exceptionally late.

For the first time, she woke Bai Jun. She held Bai Jun tightly that night, as if she wanted to embed Bai Jun into her own body. Bai Jun keenly sensed Lin Song’s unease, so she softened her body and sleepily stroked Lin Song’s back. “Don’t be afraid, wife. I’m here.”

“You won’t leave me at any time, right?” Lin Song’s body seemed to tremble, her voice suppressed.

“Of course not. You are my most beloved wife.”

Bai Jun spoke almost by instinct. She was more awake now, and after saying this, she waited bashfully and expectantly for Lin Song to kiss her. Lin Song seemed to especially love hearing sweet talk; every time she said it, Lin Song could not restrain herself from kissing her.

But this time, Lin Song was unexpectedly restrained.

She remained still for a long time. After a while, she buried her head in Bai Jun’s neck and spoke softly. “I know.”

She did not say another word, merely stroking Bai Jun’s back gently, as if she were caressing her most precious treasure. In the soothing embrace of her lover, Bai Jun’s sleepiness surged back. In her haze, a kiss seemed to fall on her forehead, and Lin Song’s voice sounded despondent and hoarse.

“I’m sorry.” “But I will never let you go.”

…

When Bai Jun woke the next morning, she was shocked to find that Lin Song had not gone to work.

“I want to rest today and just stay with you,” Lin Song said, holding her hand with eyes full of affection. They fooled around in bed for a while before Bai Jun got up with a flushed face.

Although Lin Song’s expression showed nothing unusual, Bai Jun still felt uneasy. She secretly called Auntie Feng from the bathroom. Auntie Feng’s words confirmed Bai Jun’s suspicions.

“You showed your face at the store before, so the excuse Lin Song used about you recovering does not hold up anymore.”

“Yesterday, the board of directors brought out the video of you at the store to pressure Lin Song. They are insisting you attend the general board meeting in half a month.”

No wonder Lin Song was acting so strangely; she was worried about her.

After hanging up, Bai Jun sighed. It would be a lie to say she was not nervous; the people on the board were profit-driven and not easy to deal with. If she was not careful, they might realize she had lost her memory.

But if she prepared well, half a month was enough time to cope. After all, if she could never remember, she could not live under Lin Song’s protection forever.

Thinking this way, Bai Jun felt relieved. She decided to comfort her anxious wife, show the proper courage, and be a pillar of support for her.

“Jun-jun, don’t eat too much.”

While eating breakfast, Bai Jun was choosing her words to bring the subject up, but Lin Song looked at her with a smile.

“Didn’t you want to go to the dessert shop before? It’s rare that I have a day off today. We’ll head out as soon as the shop opens.”

“Or, is there anywhere else you want to go? We can go together.”

Bai Jun was startled, but then it clicked: her wife was under too much pressure and needed a way to vent. She thought of the best place to release stress, an amusement park. She had been a regular there as a child; whenever she was unhappy, she loved taking her friends there to play wildly.

After they had their fun, she would comfort Lin Song. Lin Song would likely be more receptive then.

Lin Song agreed immediately. As they ate, Bai Jun scrutinized her face, but she still could not see any sign of distress.

Sigh, my wife is truly stubborn. She wants to prove herself so badly.

At the thought of going on a date, Bai Jun lost her appetite for breakfast. She shoveled down a few bites, set her chopsticks down, and ran excitedly to her room. Even though she knew she would be wearing a mask, she still wanted to dress up.

Lin Song had already moved her things into Bai Jun’s bedroom openly over the last few days. Two sets of casual dresses were laid out on the bed, clearly a pre-planned couple’s outfit. It had to be said that Lin Song had excellent taste; the dress suited Bai Jun perfectly.

Lin Song followed her in, curled her hair, and applied light makeup. Looking at the charming woman in the mirror with happiness overflowing from her eyes, Bai Jun did not even recognize herself for a moment. She was surprised and a bit shy, and a sudden, unmanageable panic rose in her heart. She hurriedly picked up her mask and put it on.

It was as if a voice inside was telling her: Do not be too conspicuous, or God will see and take all this happiness back.

Lin Song seemed to misunderstand her gesture. She leaned in, kissing the area around Bai Jun’s eyes above the mask, her gaze firm. “Trust me, before long we will be able to go anywhere we want, hand in hand, with our heads held high.”

Bai Jun lowered her head and gave a soft “Mm,” gripping Lin Song’s hand tightly. Only this made her feel safe. The car accident must have really messed up her head; she was clearly a happy person, yet lately, strange negative emotions kept bubbling up.

Fortunately, Lin Song was her medicine. As long as she was by Lin Song’s side or could see her, she felt peaceful and happy again. She was too embarrassed to speak about these symptoms. She suspected it was likely the insecurity of being in love, just as Lin Song often sought confirmation of her love, Bai Jun could not control the desire to see Lin Song.

But this did not fit the dominant CEO vibe at all. She did not want anyone to know and ruin her image.

She got into Lin Song’s car. Because of the previous accident, Lin Song refused to let Bai Jun sit in the more dangerous front passenger seat; she had Bai Jun sit in the middle of the back row with her seatbelt fastened.

As if fearing Bai Jun would be bored, she turned on the car’s music. It was a very peaceful, soothing melody. Bai Jun felt her heart swell: it felt as if they were not just going to a dessert shop, but were escaping all the busyness to elope together.

After a few songs, the car stopped in front of the dessert shop.

“This is the main branch. They’ve opened two other branches elsewhere,” Lin Song introduced softly.

If Lin Song had not explicitly said so, Bai Jun would have hardly recognized the shop. It was now several times larger than it had been years ago. Indeed, quality would always be noticed; the dessert shop hidden in the small alley had finally grown big and strong.

Bai Jun felt immense emotion, a sense of satisfaction as if a pearl had finally been wiped clean of dust. She entered the shop with Lin Song.

The classic desserts from back then were still there, but many new flavors had been added. Bai Jun ordered several items she was interested in and watched eagerly as the clerk packaged them.

Suddenly, a young man dressed as a delivery rider rushed in recklessly and bumped Bai Jun aside. Bai Jun was stunned. The man seemed a bit guilty; he grabbed a dessert from the counter and quickly left the shop.

“Were you startled?” Lin Song frowned, looking in the direction the man had left. Seeing Bai Jun still looking a bit dazed, she leaned close to her ear and asked with concern.

“No.” Bai Jun finally snapped out of it and squeezed out a smile, her hand tightening around a USB drive in her pocket.

When the man had pushed past her, he had whispered sinisterly in her ear: “Your father asked me to tell you: do you really think Lin Song is a good person?”

Then, he had shoved a USB drive into her hand.

What exactly was his intention?

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