“So hot…”
Song Yunfei murmured and turned over again.
Chu Jinhan snapped back to his senses and abruptly withdrew his hand.
He stood up at once and strode out onto the balcony. The scorching sunlight slanted in, pouring over him completely.
It lit up the confusion and fleeting panic on his face.
Chu Jinhan knew better than anyone—he didn’t like Song Yunfei.
At least, the version of him after losing his memory didn’t like this woman.
Everything he was doing now was simply out of responsibility.
And even more so because he didn’t want to become the kind of man who used amnesia as an excuse to abandon someone.
That was all.
When Song Yunfei woke again, it was already night.
She woke from the heat—and from hunger. She was thirsty and starving.
She hadn’t eaten lunch; how could she not be hungry?
Propping herself up, she sat up in bed. Something slipped off her forehead and fell down with her movement.
She picked it up—it was a folded towel.
Turning her head, she saw Chu Jinhan sitting beside her, leaning against the headboard, apparently asleep.
The bedside lamp cast a soft glow over his face, highlighting a trace of fatigue.
He worked during the day and delivered food at night—he must be exhausted.
Not wanting to wake him, Song Yunfei carefully climbed up, planning to step over him and get out of bed to find something to eat.
But just as she lifted her leg, Chu Jinhan suddenly opened his eyes.
Startled, Song Yunfei jolted. Her balance gave way, and she tipped straight toward the floor.
Chu Jinhan reacted instantly, stretching out his long arm and pulling her back.
The next second, Song Yunfei was straddling his lap.
The position was undeniably awkward. Chu Jinhan’s expression shifted.
Song Yunfei froze completely, staring at the man in front of her in sheer embarrassment.
“I—I didn’t mean to. I thought you were asleep…”
As she spoke, she tried to get off him.
But whether because she was too hungry or still weak from being sick, she had no strength at all.
No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t stand up—instead, Chu Jinhan’s breathing began to quicken.
Realizing something, Song Yunfei instantly stopped moving.
She looked up in shock, staring at Chu Jinhan in disbelief.
A flash of embarrassment crossed his eyes—but beneath it surged a darker, restrained undercurrent.
The way he looked at her now carried a hint of danger, of possession.
“S-sorry…”
Panicking, Song Yunfei tried again to get off the bed, but the more flustered she became, the more accidents followed.
She lost her balance and fell straight into Chu Jinhan’s arms.
Her forehead knocked against his chest, and Song Yunfei felt like she wanted to find a block of tofu and smash herself into it.
She hurriedly pushed herself up, apologizing incoherently.
“S-sorry! I’ll get up right away—”
Before she could finish, a large hand suddenly closed over the back of her neck.
Her entire body trembled. She lifted her head in shock and met the man’s intensely oppressive gaze.
Her heart thundered wildly, fingers clutching the bedsheet tight.
Chu Jinhan stared at her for a long moment—yet made no further move.
Her mind raced, thoughts jumping everywhere.
The most vivid ones were horrifying scenes of herself strapped to an operating table for an abortion, then crying behind iron bars in prison.
But clearly, she had overthought it.
Chu Jinhan didn’t kiss her. After watching her for a moment, he let go.
In a slightly hoarse voice, he said, “Be careful.”
The hand at the back of her neck moved to her arm, and with a firm lift, he helped her down from the bed.
“O-okay! Thank you!” Song Yunfei slipped on her shoes and bolted into the kitchen.
Chu Jinhan also got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.
Song Yunfei patted her chest and hurriedly poured herself a glass of water to calm down.
For a split second just now, she’d really thought he was about to force a kiss on her.
Turns out she’d imagined it all.
She lightly slapped herself.
In her heart, she swore to get rid of this nasty habit of overthinking.
Once she calmed down, another thought made her click her tongue inwardly.
He’d been that affected—and still managed to hold back. Just how much did he dislike her?
Song Yunfei let out a long sigh, feeling deeply worried for her future.
After gulping down a big glass of water, her throat finally felt better.
She rummaged around the room for food and found a pile of snacks—probably bought by the original owner.
Dumping them onto the table, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, tore open a bag of chips, and started eating.
After a while, Chu Jinhan came out of the bathroom.
He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and gray casual pants, towel in hand as he wiped his hair.
Seeing the pile of snacks on the table, he frowned slightly.
He walked over briskly and bent down, sweeping all the snacks off the table and into a bag.
Song Yunfei, chips still in her mouth, stared at him blankly.
After clearing the table, he even took the bag of chips from her hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Chu Jinhan tied the plastic bag shut, stuffed it back into the drawer, and looked at her.
“You’re sick. Don’t eat this stuff.”
“But I’m hungry.”
“I’ll cook noodles for you.”
He turned and headed into the kitchen again, leaving Song Yunfei staring at his back in speechless disbelief.
She didn’t really want noodles right now—especially noodles cooked by him.
When he wasn’t looking, she quietly opened the drawer again, pulled out a packet of spicy strips, and devoured it in a few quick bites.
Chu Jinhan brought out the cooked noodles and set them in front of her.
“Eat.”
Looking at the clear, watery noodles—no egg, nothing—Song Yunfei suddenly didn’t feel that hungry anymore.
“Weren’t you hungry?” he asked.
Dragging her feet, she picked up the bowl and lifted some noodles to her mouth.
She glanced at the man across from her.
Chu Jinhan sat opposite her, watching her eat without blinking.
His hair was still damp, hanging loosely over his face, giving him an unexpectedly youthful look.
She said, “Are you delivering food tomorrow? If you are, you should go to bed early. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I’m not.”
She nodded.
“You’ve been working hard for a while. It’s good to take a rest.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Chu Jinhan spoke.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Her hand holding the bowl trembled. She instantly grew nervous—she was honestly a bit jumpy now.
Afraid he might suddenly tell her that his memory had returned.
“W-what is it?”
“The boss wants me to transfer to the business department.”
She let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“I thought it was something serious. Just go—why tell me?”
“Didn’t you say I should report things to you?”
“Uh… did I? Then you don’t have to anymore. You can do whatever you want.”
“Then I want to buy stocks.”
“Cough—!” Song Yunfei nearly choked on her noodles.
She cleared her throat and forced a smile.
“Uh… that won’t work.”
She knew he was good at trading stocks—it was what he was most familiar with.
The doctor had said that letting him touch familiar things might stimulate his memory to return.
Which meant the opposite was also true: he shouldn’t be allowed to touch them.
Otherwise, would the original owner still be living with a broken fan?
He’d have made a fortune trading stocks long ago.
Bracing herself, Song Yunfei explained,
“Nine out of ten people who trade stocks lose money. We don’t have cash, so we shouldn’t touch that stuff. Right now, the most important thing is to work properly and earn money steadily.”
Seeing his expression remain unreadable, she emphasized again,
“Did you hear me?”