“Fu Zhan Yu.” Rong Yan seemed provoked, suddenly raising her voice. “We don’t know each other!”
Fu Zhan Yu noticed she was on the verge of losing control. No matter how much he wanted to know, he couldn’t bear to press further.
As their eyes met, Fu Zhan Yu suddenly remembered—after he was injured, lost his memory, and woke up, Old He brought Rong Yan to visit him at the military hospital.
That day, Rong Yan’s eyes were red and swollen, clearly showing signs of crying.
It was his first time meeting Rong Yan then, so he hadn’t thought much of it. But now, looking back, his heart began to ache faintly…
How heartbroken must she have been when she learned he had forgotten her? How much pain must she have endured every time they met over the past six years?
“Alright, then let’s get to know each other again. My name is Fu Zhan Yu.” Fu Zhan Yu suddenly smiled. “Rong Yan… ‘Yu’ has Rong Yan, and I am honored to have her.”
Rong Yan’s eyes widened slightly. She had said those words to Fu Zhan Yu before.
Had he remembered?
Impossible. If he had remembered the past, Fu Zhan Yu would be furious enough to want to kill her again.
“I’m going back first.” Rong Yan turned and quickly walked away.
Fu Zhan Yu didn’t stop her from leaving. He glanced at Xu Ting, who lay unconscious on the ground, and frowned slightly.
To knock someone out with bare hands, to be taken as an apprentice by Old He outside of school—Rong Yan was both outstanding and mysterious.
What was she hiding?
What kind of memories had he forgotten?
The spacious apartment.
Just like that night, the drunken Yan Qing began flirting with Zhan Yan Chen as soon as she entered the room.
The conversation was also the same as that night: “Little brother, how old are you?”
“In my twenties.” Zhan Yan Chen carried her to the sofa and sat her on his lap.
Yan Qing looked at him with drunken, hazy eyes. “From your voice, you sound at most twenty. Which university do you attend?”
Zhan Yan Chen indulged her. “Jing University.”
“Sister is the boss of Yuerong Jewelry. Within the six rings of the capital, I own a house in each ring. My dad drives a big G, my mom drives a Porsche…” Yan Qing extended a finger and lifted Zhan Yan Chen’s chin. “Little brother, if you’re with me, you won’t have to struggle anymore.”
To prove she wasn’t just making empty promises, Yan Qing pulled out all her cards from her bag, took Zhan Yan Chen’s hand, and stuffed the cards into his palm. “They’re all yours.”
Zhan Yan Chen looked at the familiar pile of cards and pressed his throbbing temples. Just how much did his wife love younger, sweet-looking guys?
Yan Qing tossed her bag aside, hooked her arms around Zhan Yan Chen’s neck, and breathed softly in front of him. “Little brother, be good and don’t resist me.”
Zhan Yan Chen’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he let her hands roam freely, igniting flames wherever they touched.
Unbuttoning Zhan Yan Chen’s shirt, Yan Qing traced his enticing abs. “Little brother, do you want me?”
Zhan Yan Chen pressed his forehead against hers, veins faintly visible, and whispered hoarsely, “I fucking want you so badly.”
“I want you too.” Yan Qing tried to remove his clothes.
Zhan Yan Chen grabbed her hand, his voice husky. “Qing Qing, you haven’t agreed to intimacy yet.”
“How could I possibly disagree?” Yan Qing stood up, swaying slightly as she took a step back, her gaze filled with desire as she looked at him. “Who could resist this face of yours?”
Then she looked at his body. “Who could resist your physique?”
“Anyone who disagrees must be blind!”
Zhan Yan Chen suddenly stood up, wrapping his arms around her with such force it seemed he might break her waist. “Qing Qing, don’t regret this.”
“I’d regret it if I didn’t agree.” Yan Qing’s hazy starry eyes reflected Zhan Yan Chen’s restrained face. She wanted to hear him call her “sister.” “If a younger man doesn’t call you sister, his intentions are definitely wild. I don’t like wild ones.”
Zhan Yan Chen immediately lowered his voice, “Sister.”
Yan Qing lost herself in that “sister,” her smile blooming like a flower as she lightly kissed his Adam’s apple. “Little brother, what do I have to do to make you cry?”
Zhan Yan Chen narrowed his eyes. “Sister, bully me in bed.”
Yan Qing seductively licked her lips and pulled him into the master bedroom.
Amidst their passionate kiss, Yan Qing weakly tugged at Zhan Yan Chen’s shirt.
His lips were soft, but his kiss was as fierce as a storm.
Drunk, Yan Qing was left dizzy by his kisses, instinctively holding onto him, letting him take whatever he wanted.
After who knows how long.
Zhan Yan Chen looked down contentedly at Yan Qing, who was crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom, panting heavily as he whispered in her ear, “Qing Qing, who am I?”
Yan Qing’s limp body trembled, her voice hoarse. “Zhan… Yan Chen.”
The lights in the master bedroom stayed on all night.
The next day.
Yan Qing was like a rose ravaged by a storm, struggling to open her eyes after several attempts.
She tried to lift the blanket, but even the slightest movement made her wince in pain. It felt as if every part of her body ached except for her hair.
Yan Qing turned her head to find the culprit but didn’t see anyone. When she lifted the blanket, she saw Zhan Yan Chen’s hands tied with a necktie…
Her mind went blank for a moment as memories from after they returned home last night flooded her mind like a movie.
She had flirted with Zhan Yan Chen… She wanted to see him cry, she had pinned him to the bed, she had begged for mercy in tears, she had tied his hands with a necktie…
It was one continuous scene, all censored.
As Yan Qing covered her face in shame, Zhan Yan Chen slowly opened his eyes. His handsome face showed deep exhaustion, and his voice was weaker than usual. “Sister, do you want more?”
Yan Qing’s face flushed bright red: “”
Am I that kind of beast who disregards your well-being?
Yan Qing gritted her teeth and climbed up, untying the necktie for him before fleeing to the bathroom to wash up.
As the door closed, Zhan Yan Chen sat up, his exhaustion transforming into the satisfaction of being fully sated, a sly smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
When Yan Qing came out, she didn’t see Zhan Yan Chen. Walking on shaky legs out of the room, she saw him emerge from the kitchen in casual home clothes.
She thought to herself: How did he recover faster than me?
Zhan Yan Chen walked over to her with an innocent expression, scooped her up, carried her back to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and picked up the ointment from the nightstand.
“Wife, I hurt you last night. Let me apply the ointment for you.”
As her skirt was lifted, Yan Qing hurriedly said, “I-I’ll do it myself.”
“You can’t see. Let me help you.”
Yan Qing, embarrassed, pulled the blanket over her burning face.
Five minutes later.
Zhan Yan Chen was preparing breakfast in the open kitchen while Yan Qing sat on a chair at the island counter, waiting to be fed.
Noticing that his hand holding the knife was weaker than usual, Yan Qing scolded herself inwardly: How could I drain him like this just because he looks like a temptingly handsome demon!
Yan Qing asked him with concern, “Little brother, are you going back to school today?”
Zhan Yan Chen replied while chopping vegetables, “Baby, it’s the weekend today.”
Yan Qing had forgotten in her busyness and added, “Then what are your plans for today?”
“To be with you.”
Yan Qing smiled softly, resting her chin in her hands as she reminisced about everything that had happened since they got married.
More than a minute later, she unconsciously said, “Zhan Yan Chen, the time spent with you is wonderful.”
Zhan Yan Chen smiled and looked at her, “The time spent with you is not only wonderful, but also very happy.”
Happier than he had imagined all these years.
Yan Qing’s smiling face gradually flushed red. A sentence lingered between her lips for a few moments before she finally said it, “Zhan Yan Chen, I love you.”
The sudden confession made Zhan Yan Chen freeze for a moment. After looking at Yan Qing for a few seconds, he quickly came out of the kitchen.
“Zhan Yan Chen, you, what are you doing?” Yan Qing saw him holding a sharp knife and was so frightened that she stood up and backed away. “Are you trying to kill your wife?”