The Zombie I Flirted With After Losing My Memory, Who Was Pretending to be an Alpha, Is Actually My Ex - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Phone

Teng Xi wouldn’t stop pleading for mercy; as the saying goes, a great person knows when to yield and when to stand tall.

But why was the zombie sister looking at her with such a strange expression?

Teng Xi couldn’t quite decipher it—it was a mixture of confusion laced with anger.

“Did we know each other before?” Teng Xi blurted out.

Hearing this, the zombie sister lowered her kitchen knife, uncertain if the woman was playing with her or being serious.

Teng Xi said solemnly, “Do we know each other? I’m sorry, I have amnesia. If I did something to wrong you in the past, I apologize first.”

Upon hearing this, the zombie sister’s expression shifted to one of pure disgust. Teng Xi was always like this—it was as if the word “gentleman” was etched into her DNA; even with memory loss, she would apologize with such apparent sincerity.

Just as she had been exceptionally sincere and apologetic back then when she said, “Let’s break up, I’ve fallen for someone else.”

Hypocrite.

The zombie sister let out a cold snort, struggling to suppress the urge to beat her up. She ignored her, doing her best to maintain the image of an elegant, let-it-go ex-girlfriend.

Teng Xi was left speechless by the zombie sister’s icy demeanor. Half of her “pity-seeking” tactics had become useless. What on earth had she done to make this woman hate her so much?

Teng Xi quietly moved a bit further away, fearing the zombie sister might suddenly flip and assassinate her. She tossed aside the pastry she found unpalatable and returned to the fridge to forage for new food.

Three minutes later, a peeled pear appeared in front of the zombie sister.

The zombie sister: ?

Teng Xi blinked innocently. “Sister, eating pears is good for your throat.”

The zombie sister took it with an indecipherable gaze. She hated pears more than anything.

Is this dog of a woman truly amnesiac, or is she just trying to annoy me?

Seeing her accept the pear, Teng Xi exhaled in relief, naively believing the other had accepted her goodwill. She picked up a watermelon, found a brand-new soup spoon in a cabinet, and began scooping out bites to eat.

The zombie sister looked at the pear in her hand, which was barely the size of her palm—smooth and perfectly peeled, showing the person who did it had excellent knife skills. But compared to the head-sized watermelon in Teng Xi’s arms, the pear looked even smaller. A breath of irritation caught in her chest.

Meanwhile, Teng Xi was happily munching on her watermelon. She pulled a phone out of her trench coat pocket and rested it on her lap. Her slender fingertips tapped away at the screen, and her mouth didn’t stop moving as she asked indistinctly, “Zombie sister, what’s your name? Why are you here? How did you get infected?”

The zombie sister tilted her head slightly, her peripheral vision landing on the phone in Teng Xi’s hands.

Is she trying the passcode? Did she really lose her memory?

The zombie sister didn’t answer the questions; instead, she snatched the phone away.

“Hey?”

Caught off guard by the theft of the phone from her lap, Teng Xi knit her brows in displeasure. However, after seeing that casual glance from the other woman and the kitchen knife by her feet, she folded her rebellious spirit away.

“I lost my memory. When I woke up, the phone was in my pocket, but I don’t remember the passcode. Sister, if you know me, please tell me who I am.” Teng Xi spread her hands and continued scooping her watermelon, her tone sounding pitiable and aggrieved.

On the phone’s black screen, a row of white characters was particularly prominent: Phone is locked. Please try again in 18 seconds.

The zombie sister still didn’t speak. Teng Xi suspected she truly was unable to talk.

18 seconds later, a pale, bloodless fingertip tapped the screen and entered several digits.

“Phone is locked. Please try again in 30 seconds.”

The zombie sister probably didn’t expect to fail. She raised an eyebrow. That single movement made her already dominant “sword brows” look even more alluring.

Teng Xi thought that if she were a little Omega, she would surely be infatuated with this sister. Unfortunately, she had no interest in Alpha-on-Alpha relationships.

“Forget it, I’ve tried several times. Fortunately, the lockout time doesn’t stack, or it would be saying ‘Please try again next century.'”

Predictably, the zombie sister ignored Teng Xi’s words. 30 seconds later, that finger with its distinct joints tapped the screen again.

Click—

Teng Xi stared in shock at the successfully unlocked screen. She hugged her watermelon and half-rose, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. “Holy crap! Did I steal your phone?”

No wonder the zombie sister’s attitude toward her was so hostile!

The zombie sister stared down at the screen, her smooth hair falling to hide her face—and her wide eyes. Her hands were trembling slightly; she hadn’t expected those numbers to be the passcode either.

“Wait, you do know me?” Teng Xi asked uncertainly. The string of numbers was most likely a birthday. Curiosity was like a brush scratching at her heart, making it itch terribly. She desperately wanted to pry open the zombie sister’s mouth—could she just say one word?!

The zombie sister used her left hand to steady her trembling right hand. When she looked up again, her red hair swept across her chin and her expression had returned to normal. She felt around in the pocket of her lab coat. Her trembling hand fumbled a few times before pulling out some receipts and a card. She tossed the receipts aside and handed the card to Teng Xi.

“Red House Psychiatric Hospital, Deputy Chief Physician Xie Jinbing. June 30, 1995… A 27-year-old Deputy Chief Physician!?” Teng Xi’s eyes widened, looking at the zombie sister as if she were a monster.

Xie Jinbing was speechless for a while. She turned off the phone screen and held it up to Teng Xi’s eyes, tapping out the numbers one by one: 0630, Phone Unlocked.

Xie Jinbing: Your focus is in the wrong place.

But Teng Xi, who had just been hit by this display of “humble-bragging” brilliance, remained with her mouth half-open. After a long moment, she slowly let out a breath and cautiously presented the ID card back to the genius sister with both hands. “So… I really stole your phone?”

Xie Jinbing seemed to enjoy the flattery. She opened the Notes app, decided to play along with the mistake, and typed out a few words: Yes.

Teng Xi’s mouth twitched. She really didn’t know what her pre-amnesia self had been thinking, daring to steal the phone of such an incredibly “Alpha” angel in white who served the people.

Teng Xi sat up straight, adjusted her collar, and shamelessly tugged at a corner of Xie Jinbing’s lab coat. “Doctor sister, I was wrong. But what Teng Xi did before she lost her memory has nothing to do with me, Teng Xiao-xi, right?”

Xie Jinbing was choked with silence. She knew it would be like this. How on earth had she been blind enough to fall for such a thick-skinned person back then!

Xie Jinbing: “Have you really lost your memory?”

Teng Xi nodded frantically. “The real can’t be fake, and the fake can’t be real! If I’m lying, may I be bitten to death by zombies as soon as I step out the door!”

Having successfully used the lie to trick her way into the phone, Xie Jinbing silently withdrew her doubts.

“Then what’s wrong with your throat?” Teng Xi pointed to her neck. “Can’t you talk anymore?”

Xie Jinbing: “Yes. Sequelae.”

This level of succinct, cold detachment would scare away so many admiring little Omegas, Teng Xi thought.

With the phone, communication became much easier. After eating their fill and cleaning up their temporary shelter, the two of them began to organize the information they had gathered about the world outside.