Chapter 2: She Was Basically the Perfect Older Girlfriend!

[The kind of wife you can sleep with!]

Xue Erbai and Ji Wushan had been married for three months.

Three months into the marriage, things were still fairly harmonious.

Though they hadn’t held a wedding, only registered their marriage.

And at the moment, they were even half living apart.

But on their wedding night, they had slept in the same bed.

The rice was already cooked.

They weren’t especially familiar with each other, but at the very least, it wasn’t to the point where Ji Wushan wouldn’t recognize her.

So Ji Wushan really was just like the doctor said...

She’d lost her memory?!

She really had lost her memory!

The instant Ji Wushan’s waking excitement faded, Xue Erbai came back to herself and pressed the call button by the bed. Only then did she clearly see the blank confusion in Ji Wushan’s eyes.

Like a deer that had lost its way; because Xue Erbai had moved even a little closer, it had gone timid, and even the tips of its fingers trembled with uncertainty.

There wasn’t a trace of her usual cool composure, her unhurried calm, anywhere to be seen.

Xue Erbai’s breathing tightened. She lowered her head and, in a very soft voice, introduced herself again: “My name is Xue Erbai. I married you three months ago; we’re legally wife and wife.”

When she introduced herself, Xue Erbai also kept a little selfishness hidden.

For example, she didn’t mention the two-year agreement.

She didn’t mention that on their wedding night, she had heard Ji Wushan say to her: You’ll never get my true feelings.

And yet she had still accepted it gladly.

She had even cheerfully told herself that in life, if you can get one thing, that’s already enough.

Just keep going like this with Ji Wushan.

And now, in the third month of their marriage, with only six days left until the hundred-day mark, she had had a nightmare that terrified both body and soul.

Ji Wushan had unexpectedly lost her memory.

All of this pushed Xue Erbai’s emotions to a peak; because of it, greed grew even stronger in her heart.

“Xue... Erbai?”

Ji Wushan’s voice changed slightly, and when she looked at Xue Erbai, there was no longer only unfamiliarity in her eyes.

After biting her lip and looking at Xue Erbai for several seconds, she lowered her gaze and asked softly, “Is it Little White sister?”

“Huh...?” Xue Erbai was stunned, then the corners of her mouth could no longer hold back the smile spreading there. “Yes, it’s me!”

That she had known Ji Wushan more than ten years ago; after they reunited, Ji Wushan had never once brought it up.

Xue Erbai had thought she’d forgotten.

Forgotten that they had met very, very early on.

It was a relationship that was only half familiar.

Half of that came from the fact that when they first met, Xue Erbai was only ten and Ji Wushan was just thirteen. The impression they’d left on each other wasn’t deep.

Later, it was the year Ji Wushan was admitted to Xi Chuan Broadcasting. She had shed her childish appearance and become graceful and generous, her eyes gentle, wearing a pale apricot knit sweater that was as soft and fluffy as a cloud.

And it slammed right into Xue Erbai’s heart.

Back then, Xue Erbai was sixteen, an age when she was just beginning to understand feelings.

Her heart had raced so fast she’d nearly thought she was sick.

It was the first time her fingers had trembled; it was because of Ji Wushan, this sister she had thought about for so long and finally seen again.

So nervous she could barely say a few words, she bit the tip of her tongue and ended that “chance encounter.”

For many years after that, she didn’t see Ji Wushan again. At first, they could still exchange a few words on QQ, but after Xue Erbai made one attempt to test the waters and Ji Wushan said she would absolutely never like women, that avatar never lit up again.

It wasn’t until Ji Wushan graduated from college and entered the television station, becoming active in the public eye, that Xue Erbai could openly watch a low-rated cultural interview program and watch Ji Wushan rise step by step from a small assistant to the center of the stage.

She understood the flutter in her heart at sixteen; she got to watch Ji Wushan begin to shine, even if it was still hard to reach her.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t reach her; it was that she had no reason to.

She couldn’t convince herself, and she couldn’t convince Ji Wushan either.

Until three months ago, when she, who had hidden her feelings for years, got her chance again.

As memories came rushing back, Xue Erbai lowered her head and straightened the shirt that had been thrown into chaos by the events of this panicked day. Once the collar was neat and the suit jacket was draped over her arm, she looked at Ji Wushan with a composed expression. “Sister Shengsheng, you remember that time?”

Her tone sounded like an assertion, yet it was also filled with surprise.

But Ji Wushan, who had finally recognized her, only felt it was unbelievable.

When she first met Xue Erbai, she had been too young. Her hair had been short, as if she’d been painstakingly trying to grow it out; a tiny braid had hung down by her neck. Fresh, fair, monolid eyes, with the outer corners slightly upturned, made her look stubborn.

Now, however, all traces of her childish appearance had long since vanished. She had become double-lidded, the crease natural enough that it was almost hidden when she looked straight ahead, but when she lifted her eyes, it was very clear. Her eye corners still tilted slightly upward, giving her a faintly lazy look.

And a little red, too.

Thinking of their current relationship; thinking of her being in a hospital, and of her memory gone.

Xue Erbai must be having an awful time.

That made Ji Wushan even more awkward. She lightly pinched her thumb, but with that movement, pain shot through her index and middle fingers, and she couldn’t help letting out a soft whimper. “Mm!”

“How is it? Does it hurt a lot? You’d better... you’d better not move around.”

Xue Erbai didn’t really know all the symptoms Ji Wushan had, but when she saw her, the back of her hand and the spaces between her fingers were wrapped in elastic bandage.

Ji Wushan wasn’t really focusing on her hand. Everywhere hurt a little, but when she wasn’t moving, the pain in her fingers wasn’t obvious. The moment she moved, though, she broke out in a cold sweat.

Still, she lowered her voice and said, “Sorry. I’ve worried you.”

When had Xue Erbai ever seen Ji Wushan like this?

Her voice trembled. “No, I...” But halfway through, her hand, which had been waving away the thought, stopped; then she fell silent too.

She didn’t know what meaning there was in denying it.

What meaning was there in denying that she was worried about Ji Wushan?

But if she admitted it, it felt like she was taking credit.

That was even less meaningful.

Ji Wushan also fell silent. As they looked at each other, neither of them broke the deadlock; it wasn’t until the doctor came in and Xue Erbai gave up her place that, through the gap, watching Ji Wushan being examined, she finally truly calmed down.

“Qiao You, when you’re at the police station, look closely at Ji Wushan’s condition and relay every single word to me.”

Ji Wushan had just woken up, so she definitely couldn’t be left alone. Xue Erbai could only entrust things to Qiao You.

She waited quietly until the examination was over, then was called into the doctor’s office.

[Concussion]

[Temporary amnesia]

[Fracture in the finger bone; her arm and lower leg also have abrasions of varying degrees.]

They hadn’t witnessed the scene firsthand, but from the emergency room to the ward, Xue Erbai had practically never left Ji Wushan’s side. Thankfully, aside from the memory loss, the injuries to her body weren’t severe; she just needed to recuperate properly for a while.

Even so, it was still shocking to look at. Xue Erbai listened carefully and attentively; after leaving the doctor’s office, she went to the nurses’ station as well.

Qiao You happened to return too, kindly bringing porridge.

“President Xue, this was packed from the place you and Miss Ji ate at before.”

“Alright. Thanks for your trouble.”

Xue Erbai took the porridge and went into the ward alone.

Seeing her enter, Ji Wushan, who had been curled up on the hospital bed, jerked slightly and sat up.

Her expression remained rather faint, and she didn’t aggravate her injuries.

But it still frightened Xue Erbai, who hurriedly set the porridge down and raised a hand, hovering it near her arm. “Move a little more gently.”

Under normal circumstances, Xue Erbai wouldn’t speak to Ji Wushan in that kind of tone.

It was too familiar, and a little intimate.

Ji Wushan’s already pale cheeks faintly reddened. After clearly seeing the concern in her eyes, she turned her face away slightly. “...I know.”

Her arm slowly lowered, avoiding Xue Erbai’s touch.

During the more than one hour Xue Erbai had been gone, Ji Wushan had gone through the pain of having her dressing changed; even so, she still couldn’t suppress the panic and uncertainty in her heart.

An unfamiliar person, and yet somehow familiar, had been guarding her bedside.

She had told her the fact that they were married.

Although Xue Erbai had later explained that it was arranged by both families, Ji Wushan still felt unsteady inside.

That faint, almost nonexistent physical contact pushed her panic to the limit.

The words rose to her lips; after thinking about it, she still asked: “You... why did you marry me?”

Xue Erbai, who was opening the takeout bag, paused.

She knew Ji Wushan wasn’t asking about feelings.

She was asking about the part Xue Erbai hadn’t taken the initiative to mention.

“At the end of the year, Uncle Ji... oh, Dad, he had gambling debts. The Ji family’s cash flow was already unstable at the time.”

“Later I heard he intended to set you up on a blind date, and I also thought that project could be taken down, so...”

Xue Erbai trailed off.

She lowered her head, took out the porridge, then picked up a spoon and held it to Ji Wushan’s lips. In a gentle voice, she said, “I’m not that young anymore either, and I was facing marriage pressure too. If I absolutely had to marry someone, you were a very good choice.”

“Other than looks, there wasn’t anything I could criticize.”

“And I like women. I’ve liked them since I was very little.”

This sentence was meant to break apart the words Xue Erbai had once said when she had taken the contract to Ji Wushan.

Ji Wushan was her very best choice.

But after she finished speaking with what she thought was deep affection, Ji Wushan only lightly raised a hand and took the spoon from her. With a slightly averted gaze, she asked, “How old are you this year?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“So I’m... thirty?”

Ji Wushan’s voice carried a faint tremor. Xue Erbai was so stunned that she didn’t take the spoon back, and only then did she react, asking, “Then... how old are you this year?”

“Twenty-three.”

This...

Xue Erbai thought about it, and then couldn’t help getting excited.

Ji Wushan was twenty-three, and she had lost seven years of memory, which meant...

She, Xue Erbai, had instantly become the top in the relationship!

At that moment, even the way Xue Erbai looked at Ji Wushan grew softer and hotter.

Ji Wushan seemed burned by it. Thinking of their current relationship, she bit her lip tightly, her pupils trembling. “Xue... ”

A form of address like Little White sister could only come out of Ji Wushan’s mouth when she had just woken up. Now that she knew their relationship, she could no longer say it.

Especially not when Xue Erbai leaned in a little closer.

Her heart leapt into her throat. She blinked, and when her lips parted, even her breathing turned hot and strained.

“No...!”

“?”

Xue Erbai, who had only wanted to lean closer to help roll up Ji Wushan’s sleeve, froze and lowered her head to look at Ji Wushan’s flushed face.

Then at the distance between them.

There was a small dining table on the hospital bed; it was cramped, and there was an obstacle between them. Xue Erbai’s movements had to push forward, and her brown curls tangled with Ji Wushan’s cool black hair.

It was very, very much like a certain night.

Only back then, Ji Wushan had been bolder.

While saying things that held no true feeling, she had almost without hesitation slipped off her nightdress...

Her cheeks had also been red, but more than that was an indescribable tension.

Xue Erbai hadn’t really understood it at the time. She only remembered that Ji Wushan’s lips had been cold; cold and soft, hooked around her neck, yet passionate as fire.

Unlike now.

With a pure white backdrop, just the tangled strands of hair had already made her blush.

Xue Erbai laughed softly, reaching out as she spoke. “The hospital gown is too big. I’ll help you roll up the sleeves.”

Her voice was warm and proper, simply the perfect older girlfriend!

Xue Erbai was still basking in self-admiration.

But unexpectedly, she met Ji Wushan’s black-and-white, crystal-clear eyes.

Her hand trembled; the next instant, their skin touched.

Her scorching fingertips slid lightly along Ji Wushan’s wrist.

Ji Wushan bit her lip again and let out a soft, trembling sound. “Mm...”

Author’s Note:

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It’s here, it’s here!!!