Why does he seem so well-behaved after losing his memory in Chapter 4?
Jiang He wore a sour expression as he repeatedly mashed the down button.
Ding. The elevator arrived.
He walked inside and leaned sideways against the wall, staring impatiently as the floor numbers on the electronic display dropped one by one, roughly rubbing at his ear.
Though his expression was fierce and cocky, full of impatience, the tips of his ears hidden beneath his black hair were faintly red.
All Yu Yingying’s fault!
Even with amnesia, she was still so annoying!
When the elevator reached the first floor, Jiang He hammered the door-open button and strode out, pulling out his phone and opening a food delivery app as he walked.
At this hour, the app was almost entirely filled with late-night snacks—barbecue, skewers, spicy hotpot. He didn’t think anything of it and quickly picked a few well-rated shops, ordering a whole pile of food without hesitation.
After placing the order, he shoved his phone into his pocket, sat down on a lounge bench in the lobby, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept before he was jolted awake by his phone vibrating.
One delivery had arrived.
Yawning, Jiang He walked to the entrance and took the food. After all the orders arrived, he carried several bags in one hand and leisurely rode the elevator back up to the third-floor ward.
When he returned to the room, the two aunties were already asleep, curtains drawn. Only Yu Yingying was still awake, still fiddling with that busted phone of hers.
Jiang He set up the small tray table over her hospital bed. Then he placed a bowl of bright-red mala stir-fry on it, added two or three boxes of grilled skewers, and a cup of iced milk tea, pushing everything in front of her.
“Weren’t you hungry? Eat!”
Yu Yingying: “…I’m a patient. You’re giving me this?”
Jiang He glanced at her strangely. “What’s wrong with your brain, not your intestines. Why can’t you eat it?”
Yu Yingying: “……”
That… actually made some sense.
Her stomach growled again, clearly urging her on. She didn’t say anything more, tore open a pair of disposable chopsticks, and began eating in small, polite bites.
By the time it was one or two in the morning, Jiang He was hungry too.
He relaxed back into the chair, crossed one long leg over the other, picked up a box of skewers, and started eating heartily.
A bite of skewers, a sip of iced beer.
When he tilted his head back to drink, his Adam’s apple slid up and down with the motion of swallowing. Yu Yingying glanced at him, looked away, then glanced again.
“What?” Jiang He shot her a look, shaking the beer bottle. “You want some too?”
Holding her milk tea, Yu Yingying shook her head. “I’ve never had alcohol. This is fine.”
“Oh.” Jiang He responded perfunctorily.
“Thank you.” A smile bloomed in Yu Yingying’s almond-shaped eyes. Imitating him, she shook her milk tea. “This is milk tea, right? It’s really good.”
Meeting her clear, untainted gaze, Jiang He’s throat inexplicably felt a little itchy. He snapped back irritably, “You don’t know if it’s milk tea? Haven’t you had it before?”
“Of course I know what it is,” Yu Yingying said. “But have I drunk it before?”
She asked curiously, “Milk tea on the order is expensive. One cup costs more than twenty yuan. I probably wouldn’t be willing to buy it myself.”
“If you don’t drink milk tea, what do you drink then?” Jiang He asked.
“Water.” Yu Yingying smiled. “Plain boiled water.”
Jiang He: “……”
“Was it from when we went on dates before, and you bought it for me? I probably wouldn’t have been willing to spend the money myself.”
Jiang He brushed it off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“You—”
“Alright. Once you’re done eating, go to sleep. Stop chattering.”
“Oh.”
Covering her mouth, Yu Yingying yawned. A thin layer of physiological tears welled up in her eyes. She really did feel sleepy. She lowered the hospital bed and quickly fell fast asleep.
Jiang He frowned as he looked at her completely defenseless sleeping face and muttered irritably, “Damn it.”
Normally she looked cold and stubborn, sharp-tongued to death. Why did she seem kind of well-behaved after losing her memory?
She was sleeping comfortably—what about him?
There was only one chair in the ward to sit on, not even a place to lie down. When had he ever suffered this kind of grievance?
Whoever wanted to keep watch could do it—what did it have to do with him? They weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend anyway.
He sprang up and headed for the door, but after just two steps, he irritably raked his fingers through his hair, turned back, and grudgingly sat down on the small chair by the bed again.
Leaning heavily against the backrest, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
Calm down.
Inner peace.
Amitabha.
Killing is illegal.
Yu Yingying—
You’re dead for sure!
…
Yu Yingying slept very deeply.
A little after six in the morning, she was woken by a nurse checking her temperature.
“Miss, time to take your temperature.”
“Shh!” Yu Yingying pointed at Jiang He, who was curled up on the chair by the bed, long arms and legs tucked in, frowning in obvious discomfort from sleeping there, signaling the nurse to keep her voice down.
The nurse smiled and whispered, “Your boyfriend has a total bad-boy face, but he treats you pretty well. He ordered a lot of food delivery last night and even sent some to us night-shift nurses, asking us to take extra good care of you. Very thoughtful.”
Yu Yingying was surprised. “Ah…”
“You didn’t know? He didn’t tell you?” the nurse asked.
“No.”
“Well, now you know. When he wakes up, give him a kiss,” the nurse said, winking teasingly.
Yu Yingying: “…?”
She subconsciously looked at the sleeping Jiang He. Her mind uncontrollably pictured the two of them kissing. She suddenly covered her mouth and dry-heaved, her fist itching.
“Concussions can be like that. Just rest well,” the nurse said, looking completely unfazed.
“…Mm.” Yu Yingying thought for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.