"Who are you, really? Where am I? What did you do to me?" Facing Hu Jia's barrage of three questions, Lu Qingqing finally remembered she hadn't formally introduced herself to this amnesiac version of Hu Jia.
"My name is Lu Qingqing! Yes, the woman in the photo." Lu Qingqing pointed to the photo. "You took this picture of me yourself. As for why it's by your bed, it's because I have another identity: your fiancée."
"Fiancée?" Hu Jia jumped, startled. "That, that girl. We don't usually play such tricks on people. Although, although we might have had some... indescribable things happen last night, we're both adults, and marriage is something to be considered carefully."
What indescribable things? Lu Qingqing looked confused, but then she saw Hu Jia get up and prepare to wipe the lipstick mark from his mouth. She immediately understood what Hu Jia meant.
"That lipstick mark isn't mine," Lu Qingqing's tone suddenly became cool.
Huh?
Hu Jia was stunned. "Was there someone else last night?"
Someone else, your sister!
Lu Qingqing exploded. One isn't enough, you want two?
Perhaps sensing Lu Qingqing's emotional shift, Hu Jia involuntarily shrunk his neck. "Miss, please don't be angry. Don't worry, if I did anything immoral, I will take responsibility. Um, it's getting late, and I have to get to work. How about we exchange contact information..."
Before he could finish speaking, a plump figure barged in. "Brother-in-law!"
Lu Duobao, with a burst of speed, jumped onto the bed and grabbed Hu Jia, trying to hug him.
Hu Jia was so scared he couldn't move. After a while, he recovered and asked, "Your brother?"
Seeing Lu Qingqing nod, Hu Jia's face turned pale. He's already calling me brother-in-law? How wild was I last night?
Not feeling the usual pampering and response from Hu Jia, Lu Duobao released his grip on Hu Jia, looked at him directly, and then turned back to Lu Qingqing. "Sis, Brother-in-law is silly again."
...
Lu Qingqing had been busy in the kitchen for over half an hour, in a good mood, doing everything quickly.
"Dinner's ready!"
Lu Qingqing brought the breakfast to the table and yelled towards Hu Jia's bedroom.
Half a minute later, Lu Duobao ran out, looking cheerful. As he reached the table, he seemed to remember something and went back to Hu Jia's bedroom.
Soon after, he was seen pulling Hu Jia out.
Hu Jia walked hesitantly, like a delicate young lady, holding a memo in his hand. Lu Qingqing calmly drank her porridge, looked up at him, and he just gave a dry chuckle.
"Did you read it all?"
"Mm!"
"Do you understand everything clearly?"
"Mm!"
"Then who am I?"
"Lu Qingqing."
"What is my identity?"
"Your fiancée."
Lu Duobao grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "Sis, I stayed with Brother-in-law while he read the memo, and I told him about your relationship. I also explained about his memory. Eat up, it'll get cold."
Lu Qingqing didn't speak, and Hu Jia didn't dare to move. The two looked at each other.
"After breakfast, I'll take you back to the team. If anything is unclear, ask Li Yang and Yu Yue." Lu Qingqing knew Hu Jia would need at least a morning to digest all this information.
"Is Li Yang doing well? What about Yu Yue and Wen Wu?" Hearing familiar names, Hu Jia's spirits immediately lifted.
"Li Yang is fine. He and Yu Yue are already together."
"What? That brat actually managed to win Yu Yue over? Tsk tsk, this kid is not simple."
"Wen Wu is unwell and is recuperating. Li Yang will take you to see him when you're free."
"What happened to Wen Wu?"
"Nothing much, he just had a baby."
"Uh..."
Lu Qingqing beckoned Hu Jia to sit down. "Eat first!"
Hu Jia mumbled "Oh" and sat on the stool very cautiously. He felt this woman was a bit fierce. In the bedroom, her eyes seemed like they could cut him, and her questions just now were like interrogating a criminal.
A bite of bun, sneak a glance at Lu Qingqing;
A sip of porridge, cast another sideways glance at her;
A bit of pickles, his eyes darted towards them;
Is this woman really my fiancée?
She's so calm.
With a mouthful of bun and a sip of porridge, it seemed like everything that happened today was completely normal. Look at her little mouth munching away, like a little rabbit eating tender grass.
"Slap!" Lu Qingqing slammed her chopsticks on the table and unleashed a torrent of scolding at Lu Duobao. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat. If you're late for school, I'll skin you alive."
Lu Duobao: "..."
Hu Jia quickly lowered his head and took two big gulps of porridge.
This woman is so fierce!
After devouring the rice in his bowl, Hu Jia finally noticed the various sticky notes plastered all over the wall. Lu Qingqing ignored him and went to wash the dishes. "Go take a bath and change your clothes."
Hu Jia looked blank.
Lu Qingqing shot him an annoyed glare, then went into the bedroom to get him some clean clothes. "The water's hot, hurry up, we still need to go back to the team."
"Thank you, you're really troublesome," Hu Jia was still a bit reserved.
"It's no trouble. I didn't have to bother with you every Monday before."
"Ah?" Hu Jia paused, but then he seemed to rationalize it himself. Indeed, losing his memory once a week had become the norm, so there was no need to explain things every time.
"Um, why did I move to Jintang Street?"
"Li Yang will explain all these things to you. First, go wash off that lipstick mark on your face."
Hu Jia froze. He finally understood why this woman was being so fierce.
Didn't she just say the lipstick wasn't hers? And yet, here he was, parading around in front of her with a big red lip print.
Tsk tsk, Hu Jia, you've been quite the player these past few years!
Hu Jia went to take a bath, and Lu Duobao went to school. Lu Qingqing went into the room to tidy up for him. Annoyed or not, the house still needed to be kept clean.
Heh, still want two women.
...
Huh?
What is this?
While cleaning Hu Jia's long johns, several orange peels fell out from the leg of the pants.
Lu Qingqing picked up the peels and casually threw them into the trash can. How wild had this guy become outside to hide orange peels inside his long johns?
Lu Qingqing was speechless.
She continued to bend down to tidy up the socks. As soon as she finished arranging the socks, a question popped into Lu Qingqing's mind.
That's not right. Who would put orange peels in their long johns for no reason?
He's lost his memory, not his mind.
Besides, in the middle of winter, socks are worn over the pant legs of long johns, and long johns are tucked into shirts. How did the orange peels get into the crotch of the pants?
Unless, he did it on purpose!
Thinking of this, Lu Qingqing quickly picked up the discarded orange peels. The peels were already somewhat crumpled and even torn.
Lu Qingqing examined them back and forth several times, but she couldn't figure out any trick.
"Cough, cough." Hu Jia, wiping his hair with one hand, stood outside the door. Seeing Lu Qingqing seemingly at a loss in the room, he cleared his throat to remind her.
"Hey. Come over and look at this." Lu Qingqing beckoned him.
Hu Jia didn't dare to move.
Big sister, I spoke to remind you I was entering the room, not to invite you to come in together.
Seeing Hu Jia not move, Lu Qingqing went forward and took his hand. "By the window, it's brighter by the window."
The moment Lu Qingqing's fingers touched Hu Jia, a peculiar sensation shot through his entire body, a sort of tingling numbness.
Images of Lu Qingqing holding his hand flooded his mind again: her smile, her beauty, her pouting lips when she was angry.
It lasted only a second or two, like fireworks blooming, and that long-lost emotion returned to Hu Jia's heart.
Could it be that as long as she touches me, I have feelings for her?
Hu Jia stood there foolishly, letting Lu Qingqing pull him along. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt very happy, even sweet.
"Look at these orange peels, do they seem special in any way?" Lu Qingqing stuffed the peels into Hu Jia's hand.
Seeing Hu Jia still lost in thought, Lu Qingqing nudged him. "Look!"
Hu Jia mumbled "Oh, oh," and finally came back to his senses.
Orange peels?
Hu Jia picked them up and felt them in his hand. Suddenly, his expression changed. Is this Morse code?