“Yeah, I hit my head and can’t remember anything. Look, there’s even a big bump on it.”
After saying this, Tang Jin turned her head to show the back of her head to Wu Xiulan, afraid that she wouldn’t believe her.
The two beds were quite close together, and Wu Xiulan could indeed see the bump on her head.
Still wanting to confirm whether Tang Jin had really lost her memory, she asked again,“Then why did you call me ‘sister-in-law’? How do you know I’m married?”
That question really stumped Tang Jin.
Wu Xiulan was 25 years old this year. Although the original owner of this body was only 19, six years younger, it would still be normal to call her “sister.” So why had she called her “sister-in-law”?
Of course, she couldn’t say, You look like a mother already, could she? That would sound like she was calling her old.
“Oh, I just saw a motherly glow on your face. Your skin is rosy and fair, and you look very happy. I figured you must be well loved. So I guessed,” Tang Jin said awkwardly with a forced smile, making up a clumsy excuse.
But the words actually pleased Wu Xiulan.
Besides, when had Tang Jin ever complimented anyone before?
Everyone in the military family compound knew that if they so much as offended her a little, she would curse them out mercilessly.
“Do you know who I am?” Wu Xiulan asked again.
“No. I just found out my own name is Tang Jin, and that my husband’s name is Mu Heng,” Tang Jin continued pretending.
Wu Xiulan suddenly felt a bit sorry for her. Losing one’s memory so suddenly was unfortunate. But strangely enough, after losing her memory, Tang Jin seemed to speak much more politely than before.
If she could start over and become a better person, then Wu Xiulan wouldn’t bother holding grudges about the past.
“My name is Xiulan. Just call me Sister-in-law Xiulan. Your memory will probably recover eventually, so don’t worry too much.”
People in the past were really simple and kind, Tang Jin thought. Just like that, she forgave me?
Tang Jin felt happy and decided that from now on she would treat people sincerely. Genuine kindness should bring genuine kindness in return.
As for the original owner’s terrible reputation… she would just have to rebuild it herself.
Just then, the ward door opened, and Zhang Guang walked in carrying two lunch boxes.
Grinning, he handed one to Tang Jin first.“Sister-in-law, this is the meal Captain Mu asked me to bring you. He has a meeting and couldn’t come.”
“Oh, thank you!” Tang Jin replied with a smile.
That “thank you” and that smile startled Zhang Guang so much that he shivered.
Is this really Tang Jin?
“Ah—n-no need to thank me,” he stammered.
Still in disbelief, he glanced at Tang Jin again before handing the other lunch box to his wife.
“What delicious food did you bring today?” Wu Xiulan asked as she took the lunch box. When she saw that it was still millet porridge and a few vegetables, her face instantly fell.
“Couldn’t you get some meat?”
Zhang Guang smiled indulgently.“You just had surgery two days ago. Didn’t the doctor say you should eat light food?”
Wu Xiulan sighed helplessly and began drinking the porridge.
Tang Jin also opened her lunch box: a small portion of rice, a chicken leg, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a few vegetables. The meal looked quite nutritious.
But after seeing Wu Xiulan’s food, Tang Jin felt a little guilty eating alone.
“Sister-in-law, just bear with it for a couple more days. Once you’re discharged, I’ll cook braised pork for you. My cooking is really good,” Tang Jin said comfortingly.
Pfft!
Wu Xiulan immediately spat out the mouthful of porridge she had just swallowed.
Great. Now she didn’t even have porridge left.
Zhang Guang quickly handed her a tissue.
Wu Xiulan wanted to laugh but was afraid of hurting Tang Jin’s pride, so she forced herself to hold it back.
Where did Tang Jin get such confidence? Had she ever cooked before?
She either bought food outside every day or went around eating at other people’s homes.
Mu Heng gave her thirty yuan a month for living expenses, yet she still managed to spend it all and even borrow money from others.
But since Tang Jin had lost her memory now, Wu Xiulan wasn’t the kind of person who liked to expose others’ shortcomings. She could only laugh awkwardly.
Did she really dare hope for that braised pork?
“Zhang Guang, go get me another bowl of millet porridge.”
“Okay, I’ll see if there’s any left.”
Zhang Guang was still shocked himself. The captain’s wife had changed far too much. Could losing memory really change someone’s personality?
But if she truly became better, that would be a blessing for the captain. Otherwise, how could this woman possibly deserve him?
Other than being pretty, she had nothing going for her.
Zhang Guang left the ward with the lunch box.
Tang Jin wasn’t stupid—she naturally knew her words had startled Wu Xiulan.
The original owner had never cooked before, let alone cooked for someone else.
If she didn’t steal food from others, that was already good enough.
Cooking for someone voluntarily? No one would believe it.
Sigh… life is hard.
Tang Jin stayed in the hospital for two more days before Mu Heng came to pick her up.
As soon as he brought her home, he said there were matters at the camp and that he would bring lunch back at noon, then hurriedly left.
Tang Jin was left alone, staring at the living room that looked like a garbage dump.
She was stunned.
My god! Even a mouse would need navigation to walk in here. There’s nowhere to step!
Paper scraps, clothes, shoes, empty bags, cardboard boxes, unwashed dishes—everything was in complete chaos.
In the scorching heat, a strange smell filled the entire house.
Pinching her nose, Tang Jin hurried to open the windows in the living room. Then she checked the kitchen and the other two bedrooms.
Except for Mu Heng’s own room—which was spotless, with the blanket folded neatly into a perfect square like tofu and looking as though no one had lived there for a long time—the other two rooms were simply unbearable.
Tang Jin absolutely could not stand filth and mess.
She couldn’t wait another second.
Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work.
She started by cleaning the trash in the living room, then her bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Once all the garbage was taken out, the space suddenly felt much bigger.
At least it looked more pleasant now.
Then she wiped the tables, cleaned the windows, and mopped the floor.
By the time she finished everything, two hours had passed. She was sweating all over from exhaustion.
But looking at the clean, bright house, Tang Jin instantly felt delighted. The sense of accomplishment was overwhelming.
Now the only thing left was the huge pile of clothes.
What kind of terrible clothes were these?
Looking at the bright, gaudy clothes scattered on the floor, Tang Jin finally examined what she herself was wearing. For the past two days, she hadn’t paid attention to her outfit at all.
When she looked closely, she froze.
She quickly ran to the full-length mirror in the bedroom.
The woman in the mirror looked like a clown from a circus.
A bright red floral cotton blouse, emerald-green linen pants, and a thick, long braid hanging down to her calves.
Tang Jin was completely speechless.
My god! What kind of taste is this?
It was unbelievably tacky.
No wonder the man didn’t like her.
However, one thing was fortunate—the original owner was actually very beautiful.
An oval face, smooth and fair skin, natural double eyelids, thick long eyelashes, a small high-bridged nose, and perfectly shaped rosy lips.
When she smiled, two little dimples appeared.
A true beauty.
Although Tang Jin herself had been a beauty in her previous life, compared with the original owner, the original owner seemed even prettier.
Her height was about 168 cm at least, maybe close to 170. And with curves in all the right places, her figure was extremely attractive.
This must be what people called a fox-spirit appearance—an angelic face with a devilish body.
With looks like this, the male lead still couldn’t bring himself to touch her?
Could Mu Heng be the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, the legendary man famous for resisting temptation?
Or… was he gay?
Or maybe… impotent?