Ye Qiu looked at the empty staircase and said, "Sometimes, I also want to lose my memory."
Wu Yang: "Don't be like that. If you have amnesia, that scumbag might just swindle all your money."
Ye Qiu: "...Can't you wish me well for once?"
Xi Jia finally came downstairs, one hand in her pocket and the other holding her car keys. She didn't care about Ye Qiu and Wu Yang, saying, "You guys stay here and have fun, don't wait for me, I might not come back."
The distance from the apartment to Mo Yushen's villa wasn't far, but Xi Jia felt like it was tens of thousands of miles away. They drove through several intersections, but still hadn't arrived.
The online buzz surrounding Xi Jia quickly died down. They proactively deleted the blog post.
The comments under Mo Yushen's clarification post have reached nearly a million, with most of them expressing their hope that he can share the good news of Xi Jia's recovery soon.
This is the only time that netizens, while enjoying the gossip, ended up with it turn into a soap opera-like situation. They still endured it with tears in their eyes.
This is one of the few times that many people, knowing that Xi Jia is sick, have proactively deleted their previous reposts of gossip-related Weibo posts and unliked them.
There was the sound of a car in the yard, so Mo Yushen put on his coat and went outside.
Xi Jia stopped the car and called to Mo Yushen, "Don't move! I often write stories where the female lead throws herself into the male lead's arms. Today, I want to experience it myself and see what it feels like to throw myself into the arms of a domineering CEO."
Mo Yushen smiled, stood still, and opened his arms.
Xi Jia sped up and headed straight for Mo Yushen.
The moment he embraced her, she felt like she had reached the shore.
"Honey, I miss you."
Mo Yushen said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you too."
"I may not remember many things from today tomorrow, but I will try my best to remember you. I will take notes, only of you."
“During this time, I waited for your call every day. I waited for you to ask me to meet. I thought you didn't like me, and I was quite sad. What about you? When I forgot about you, were you like this too? Were you even sadder than me? Dad said that you were the one who suffered the most.”
“Starting tomorrow, I won’t forget you.” She patted her pocket. “I’ve put it here. I’ll look at it every day.”
Mo Yushen released her. "What were you pretending for?"
Xi Jia covered her pocket and laughed, "I won't show you, it's a secret."
It was so cold in the courtyard that the moisture on Xi Jia's eyelashes frosted over.
Mo Yushen led her back into the house.
Xi Jia looked around; the place seemed unfamiliar, yet she felt she had been there before. "Have I ever stayed here?"
Mo Yushen: "We've been married for almost two years, what do you think?"
Xi Jia had a lingering question, but was too embarrassed to ask it directly. "Our marriage isn't a marriage of convenience, is it?"
Mo Yushen: "...No."
Xi Jia turned her head away, a slight smile playing on her lips. So she had already possessed him long ago.
Once in the bedroom, Mo Yushen pointed to the workbench by the French windows, "That's yours."
There was a stack of notebooks and a computer on top.
Xi Jia sat down and opened the first notebook. It turned out that she knew Mr. Yue and had even treated Mo Yushen as a one-night stand at the hotel on the mountain.
She also drew a pair of peach blossom eyes on the side. Because the drawing didn't look right, she even wrote a note in pencil: "peach blossom eyes."
"Husband." She herself didn't realize how naturally and affectionately she called Mo Yushen "husband."
Mo Yushen brought her pajamas. "What's wrong?"
Xi Jia stared at Mo Yushen's eyes and then gestured to him, "You stand in front of my table, and I'll watch you draw. If these eyes don't look right, I'll redraw them."
Mo Yushen was slightly taken aback. "Why are you copying my drawing?"
Xi Jia: "If I don't paint according to your eyes, who else should I paint according to?"
Mo Yushen reminded her, "You didn't even recognize me when I was lying next to you. How could this person with peach blossom eyes be me?"
Xi Jia thought for a moment, "Maybe my memory was faulty back then. The most likely possibility is that I imagined the aloof and abstinent male lead in my script as my husband."
Mo Yushen: "..." It can be like this?
Xi Jia smiled and said, "Anyway, no matter which male lead it is, they are all based on you. My male leads all have the same eyes as you."
Mo Yushen stood there motionless, acting as her human model.
He didn't think much of Xi Jia's painting skills, but he still went along with her.
Xi Jia wiped the drawing, then drew again and wiped it again. She stared into Mo Yushen's eyes. How could she not be able to draw the shape when it was so simple?
Mo Yushen tried to distract her from her intense tension, asking, "Did you learn to draw when you were little?"
Xi Jia nodded, "I've studied everything, but drawing isn't my strong suit."
Mo Yu knew that she was not good at painting; among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, painting was the worst.
Xi Jia stared at Mo Yushen for a while, then lowered her head and continued drawing. She nearly tore the pages of her notebook, then sighed and gave up.
"Not drawing anymore?"
Xi Jia shook her head, "I'll post your photo another day."
Mo Yushen: "It's obvious you didn't study properly when you were in your extracurricular classes."
Xi Jia nodded, "That's true."
She recalled her art lessons: "I remember there was a very pretty girl in my class. I sat next to her, and we would secretly make faces at each other during class and even share chocolates. But she had a talent for drawing, and playing with me didn't stop her from drawing. Later, she transferred to another school. I heard she was going to Shanghai, but I don't know if it's true. It's been so long that I've even forgotten her name."
Later, she went abroad to study and didn't continue with her painting hobby.
For Mo Yushen, whether he could paint it or not was irrelevant; all that mattered was that the peach blossom eyes belonged to someone else.
Previously, he had no hope that he would be able to solve this mystery in his lifetime.
Xi Jia continued reading her notes. When she saw Zhou Mingqian's page, her eyes narrowed slightly. So that's how fierce he was to her.
Mo Yushen handed her the pajamas. "Go take a shower, it's too late. Continue watching tomorrow."
Xi Jia: "What if I don't remember to look at it?" She suddenly looked up at Mo Yushen, "Can you please stop lying to me in the future? I'm afraid you'll put these things away again."
Mo Yushen: "No. I will keep my promise to you."
Xi Jia reached out and intertwined her fingers with his. "To be honest, I feel completely insecure. I've been living in the past, and you're not in it at all. Actually, I don't care about other people. Whether I remember them or not isn't that important. I have my life, and they have theirs. But you're different from them. I want to remember who you are. You don't need to worry about me or think that taking notes is too hard. It's not hard at all. Knowing that you're my husband makes me feel less tired and I can persevere through anything."
She pointed again to the notebooks and videos related to him, saying, "Don't put them away, and remember to remind me to look at them every day."
Mo Yushen nodded, indicating that he would no longer hide those notes.
Xi Jia: "Ever since the blind date, I've been thinking about you for no reason, even during training. When I don't hear from you, I feel sad, and when I see you, I feel inexplicably wronged. I didn't know how to explain this strange feeling before. Now I understand, I can't remember you in my mind, but I remember you in my heart."
Mo Yushen bent down and embraced her.
Chapter 87
After the New Year's Day holiday, Xi Jia and Mo Yushen got busy with their own things.
For the past three days, Mo Yushen has been accompanying Xi Jia during training at the club. During lunch breaks, Xi Jia would take Mo Yushen for a walk along the river at the horse farm.
As in previous years, the horse ranch in the dead of winter was barren, with withered grass and trees, and the ground covered with dry, yellow leaves.
"I didn't realize it before, but the scenery at the horse farm is actually quite beautiful." Xi Jia took a few pictures with her phone.
Like that sycamore-lined path she had forgotten. The scenery was ordinary, but the people around her added a few splashes of color to the otherwise dull landscape.
After Xi Jia finished taking the photos, Mo Yushen asked her for her phone, wanting to see it too. Xi Jia refused, saying, "Take the photos yourself." She had a secret on her phone's screen saver, in case he saw it.
Her current phone screen saver is their marriage certificate. That way, she'll never forget that he's her husband. She even made a copy of the marriage certificate, wrote down Mo Yushen's clarification statement on the back, and keeps it in her pocket.
The three-day holiday passed in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Mo Yushen arrived at his office, Secretary Ding came to report that there was a meeting in the afternoon, and Mo Lian would be submitting a financing application for Mo's Real Estate at the meeting.
Several directors are likely to vote in favor.
Chairman Li is definitely on Mo Yushen's side.
Mo Yu nodded deeply. Mo Lian intended to completely destroy Mo's Real Estate. He was oblivious to the project's risks.
The afternoon meeting proceeded as scheduled.
Mo Yushen arrived last, while Mo Lian arrived a step earlier, and the two took their seats around the same time.
Mo Lian gave each of them a copy of the financing report and then briefly explained it to them.
Mo Yushen tossed the report aside, turned on his computer, and sent the pre-prepared analysis report to Chairman Li, with a copy to all those present at the meeting.
Including Mo Lian.
"After you've read this analysis report, you can continue the meeting."
Mo Lian glanced at Mo Yushen. He hadn't even opened it yet, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn't a simple analysis report.
The other directors read it. They were already aware of the project risks outlined in the analysis report; high returns naturally come with high risks.
However, along with the report came an audio recording. None of them dared to be the first to open it, unsure of what it contained.
During the meeting, no one wore headphones.
Mo Lian glanced at the audio attachment, then at Mo Yushen. He wasn't sure what to do either.
Mo Yushen: "Audio is the key."
In the conference room, apart from Chairman Li, everyone else looked at each other in bewilderment.
The previous year, Mo Yushen was too busy taking care of Xi Jia to compete with Mo Lian. Now that Xi Jia's condition has improved, she no longer needs to take up too much of Mo Yushen's energy.
This time, it seems the flames of war are about to reignite.
In the battle for control of shares, most of them wanted to stay out of it.
If you choose the wrong side, things won't be easy from then on.
Mo Yushen: "Your computers don't have the same speaker function as mine, so I'll play it for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, you could hear a pin drop in the conference room.
Mo Lian stroked his chin, his expression unchanged.