ATAVID CH122

The divorce turmoil had passed safely for the time being.

Everything seemed to return to the way it was before Wei Xun lost his memory.

They still left for work and returned home together every day. Only when approaching the street near the company, Jiang Qunyu would always punctually get out of the car and habitually urge Wei Xun to leave first, maintaining their low-profile, hidden marriage state.

Taking advantage of the lunch break every day, they would still exchange a quiet and tender silent kiss in the office.

When having meals, Jiang Qunyu would also lean over to lightly kiss Wei Xun, then calmly pick out the vegetables he didn’t like to eat, feeding them all to the person beside him.

Sometimes it was a piece of pumpkin, sometimes a piece of dreadful eggplant.

At first glance, everything remained as usual, yet subtle changes had quietly taken place.

The most direct change was that an extra plain silver wedding ring had appeared on Jiang Qunyu’s ring finger.

As if starting from a certain day, it had simply shown up on his hand.

It was so natural that by the time his close colleagues finally reacted to it, Jiang Qunyu merely gave a faint “oh,” his expression unflustered as he said: “I’ve already been married for over a year, didn’t you know?”

Colleague: “Did you ever mention it before?”

Jiang Qunyu said frankly: “Never mentioned it.”

Colleague: “…”

Besides this, another change was that whenever Jiang Qunyu used to urge Wei Xun to leave first, Wei Xun would always remain unruffled and cooperate with his low-profile request.

Now, however, as long as he heard that urge, Wei Xun’s face would instantly darken, his whole aura turning chillingly cold and oozing displeasure.

“Jiang Qunyu,” he was clearly very unhappy with Jiang Qunyu’s attitude, saying moodily: “Am I really that unpresentable?”

Unable to afford to mess with him, Jiang Qunyu could only lower his head, kiss Wei Xun’s lips to soothe his fur, and only then—looking like his vital energy had been entirely drained away—turn around and step into the company.

“Does your company make you work overtime every day?” In the coffee shop downstairs from the company, Jiang Qunyu happened to bump into a college friend. He wrote code in the neighboring building, and seeing the dark circles under Jiang Qunyu’s eyes, he was startled.

The moment those words came out, Jiang Qunyu instantly turned his head back with a breath like a wispy thread, gave a creepy smile, and then said to the friend: “No, not really.”

The company actually let people off quite punctually; it was just that in the entire company, he was probably the only one who had to work overtime every day until the middle of the night, risking his life to accompany the boss.

“Sigh,” the code brother looked at Jiang Qunyu with the eyes of someone seeing a fellow sufferer, finally sighing emotionally, “As expected, life shouldn’t be compared. Tell me, how can someone have such good luck?”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t want to go back up to the office at the moment, slumping over the table with his whole body exuding the weariness of a giving-up corporate slave.

Every now and then, he would prop himself up to take a sip of iced latte, then slump back down limply, engaging in lazy conversation: “Who triggered you again?”

Hearing this, the code brother instantly turned soft as well, lying on the table and saying sorrowfully: “It’s an Alpha who was in my college class. Don’t know what kind of lucky break he hit. Around this time last year, he suddenly posted a WeChat Moment saying he was going to Antarctica to see penguins. In the end, not long after, he landed a cooperative project with your company, leaping straight to heaven in one step and living an excessively comfortable life.”

“That led to everyone in our coding circle during that period thinking that posting about penguins brought good luck, so everyone posted a Moment saying they were going to Antarctica to see penguins.”

Jiang Qunyu paused, the expression in his eyes instantly turning complex and subtle. The Alpha who had blind-dated him a year ago and ended up flaking on him at the last minute flashed through his mind in an instant.

Silent for a moment, he couldn’t help asking: “That classmate of yours wouldn’t happen to be Gu Xiao, right?”

The code brother had been lying on the table, but upon hearing this, he sat up straight with a WHOOSH, his tone filled with shock: “How did you know it was him?”

Jiang Qunyu twitched the corners of his mouth: “Heh heh.”

Because that WeChat Moment about going to Antarctica to see penguins was posted specifically for him to see!

The frustration pressed down in his heart instantly exploded into a rage. Jiang Qunyu pressed his thin lips tight, stood up, and bade farewell to the code brother: “Let’s chat next time. I have something to take care of right now.”

The code brother scratched his hair, adjusted his glasses, and nodded: “Okay, see you next time.”

After leaving the coffee shop, Jiang Qunyu almost ran back to the company.

Wei Xun’s office was on the top floor. He was still panting when he went up.

“Assistant Jiang.”

“Assistant Jiang.”

Seeing him come up, surrounding colleagues greeted him.

Jiang Qunyu curved his lips and responded one by one, until he walked up to the door of Wei Xun’s office. The smile originally hanging on his face vanished instantly, and he raised his hand to knock on Wei Xun’s door expressionlessly.

“Come in.” A cold, deep voice came through the door.

Jiang Qunyu pushed the door and walked in.

Wei Xun was handling work. Hearing the familiar footsteps, he only then raised his eyes to look toward the door. Seeing that the visitor was Jiang Qunyu, the icy coldness and detachment in his eyes dissolved away along with it.

However, when at the company, he still followed the rules Jiang Qunyu set for him very well, speaking in a flat tone: “Assistant Jiang, is something the matter?”

“Oh,” Jiang Qunyu kept a cold face, “I want to request leave.”

“Request leave?” Wei Xun frowned slightly, stood up, and walked at a slow pace over to Jiang Qunyu.

Under Jiang Qunyu’s vigilant gaze, he curled his lips into a light smile, then raised his hand to press the back of it against Jiang Qunyu’s forehead: “Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

This gentle and thoughtful appearance made Jiang Qunyu’s belly full of anger have nowhere to vent even more.

He rolled his eyes at Wei Xun fiercely and deliberately raised his voice: “Right, feeling unwell! From head to toe, my entire body is feeling unwell!”

Wei Xun froze, instantly panicking a bit. Bending down, he hooked his arm behind Jiang Qunyu’s knees, scooping him into his arms and preparing to walk out, his tone also turning fiercely intense: “Jiang Qunyu! Didn’t I tell you that if you feel unwell you have to tell me quickly? Where did the food you usually eat go? How come the more you eat, the dumber you get?”

Jiang Qunyu twisted his body and bit down hard on Wei Xun’s arm: “Let go of me.”

Being bitten like that, a clear sensation of pain came from his arm, causing Wei Xun’s movements to pause. He finally realized belatedly that Jiang Qunyu didn’t actually seem physically unwell, but was instead angry.

Taking advantage of the moment Wei Xun was distracted, Jiang Qunyu used his strength to break free from his embrace. Standing firm, he stepped back half a pace, his tone carrying immense fire: “I’m taking two days off. The application has already been submitted—remember to approve it for me.”

After speaking, he glared at Wei Xun and went outside again.

Wei Xun: “?”

Before he could follow Jiang Qunyu out, Jiang Qunyu suddenly turned back, saying spookily: “Don’t you copy me, you’re not allowed to follow me.”

After saying that, Jiang Qunyu slammed the door shut with a BANG and left.

Wei Xun stood on the spot, replaying every single detail of the past few days over and over in his mind, completely unable to figure out where he had done wrong to make Jiang Qunyu unhappy.

It couldn’t be because he couldn’t hold back last night, leaving bite marks on the back of Jiang Qunyu’s neck and forcing him to use a pheromone suppressant patch today to cover it up, so he got angry?

Or was it that he consciously or unconsciously flashed the wedding ring on his hand in front of other people?

But those people hadn’t asked him at all.

He actually wanted to be asked, but those employees—who usually chatted very lively when he wasn’t around—would act like quails the moment they saw him, wishing they could bury their heads in the sand. As a result, he had been waiting for them to ask about the wedding ring on his hand, yet no one had actually brought it up.

Wei Xun had even specifically registered an alternate account to quietly steer the narrative on the company’s internal venting forum, posting obscurely to hint that the styles of the plain rings on President Wei and Assistant Jiang’s hands matched and looked like a pair.

Yet in the end, that post still sank without a trace, failing to stir up a single splash of water.

Wei Xun could only continue maintaining the hidden marriage state.

Aside from these, he couldn’t think of where else he could have annoyed Jiang Qunyu so much that he even took two days of leave in a row.

However, no matter how conflicted and confused Wei Xun was, it had nothing to do with Jiang Qunyu at this moment.

The code brother’s words kept swirling repeatedly in his mind. All the suspicious points he had set aside for a long time were fully linked together at this moment.

That so-called blind date partner who said he was going to Antarctica to see penguins later got the opportunity to cooperate with the Wei Group and turned his life around in one leap.

The other one was the same too. At that time, he had chatted with that Beta for over a week, originally thinking there would be progress, but in the end, it mysteriously fizzled out. Yet his claims that his father’s company went bankrupt were also fake.

At the time, he had simply thought that Beta might be snobbish, dumping the relationship between the two families the moment he latched onto some good resources, making it big from then on.

But this was far too coincidental.

When something is overly deliberate, it exceeds normal bounds.

Jiang Qunyu was no fool. What he had been too lazy to think about before, looking back now, he realized the flaws at that time were simply too numerous to criticize.

It was as if everything had been planned out.

Out of all his blind dates, only the one with Wei Xun counted as a complete success.

Every subsequent blind date would be interrupted halfway through for uncalled-for, or even bizarre reasons.

Jiang Qunyu wouldn’t believe it if Wei Xun wasn’t pulling the strings behind this.

If it were before, Jiang Qunyu would have only thought he was overthinking things. But ever since Wei Xun got amnesia, he felt that no matter what Wei Xun did, he wouldn’t find it strange.

He was a psychopath to begin with.

So for this entire afternoon, Jiang Qunyu was squatting outside someone else’s company door waiting for people—namely, going to verify facts with those blind date partners who had broken off midway back then.

He first found that Alpha who had lied about going to Antarctica to see penguins.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Qunyu pulled out a chilly smile, his tone carrying a few bits of teasing irony: “Oh, when did you get back from seeing the penguins? How come you didn’t say a word?”

That Alpha: “…”

Considering that Jiang Qunyu was now Wei Xun’s legitimate partner, that Alpha also very spinelessly sold Wei Xun out completely: “Little President Jiang, I had no choice either. Back then, the two of us were just blind-dating, but what President Wei gave was simply way too much.”

Unwilling to give up, Jiang Qunyu went to meet the Omega who had rejected meeting him a year ago on the grounds of getting into a rear-end collision with someone on the way to the blind date.

Yet at the true moment of meeting, looking at the other party’s brand-new, eye-catchingly bright latest model Maserati, Jiang Qunyu was momentarily at a loss for words, all the things he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

He and that Omega stared at each other with wide eyes.

In the end, the Omega said candidly: “You know, what he gave was honestly enough.”

Fuck.

A burst of rage instantly exploded in the depths of Jiang Qunyu’s heart.

He drove back to his apartment with a dark face all the way, getting angrier the more he thought about it, silently cursing Wei Xun several times in his heart: “Wasteful spendthrift!”

Yet when he arrived home and finished taking a shower, Wei Xun still insisted on holding him and kissing his neck.

Jiang Qunyu pushed him away, his face tense as he mocked: “You sure are rich enough.”

Hearing this, Wei Xun frowned slightly, not understanding his sudden sarcasm, his tone confused: “But isn’t mine just yours?”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

The corners of his lips almost curled up uncontrollably. Forcing down that trace of subtle softening in his heart, he let out a cold, huffy snort: “Heh, don’t think that saying a couple of nice words can get you off the hook.”

Wei Xun spoke in a flat tone: “So why were you angry at me today?”

Jiang Qunyu looked into his eyes, indeed failing to see any expression of guilt in them, and asked tentatively: “Has your memory really not recovered yet?”

Wei Xun was also listless. He drooped his eyes to pinch Jiang Qunyu’s hand, giving a cold sneer upon hearing this: “I wish it would. After all, the me with past memories is the legitimate husband who belongs by your side. Counting it all up, the me right now is still the third party stepping in, isn’t that right?”

“…” Although this wasn’t the first time Jiang Qunyu had heard Wei Xun’s line of logic, he was still choked up by Wei Xun. He raised his free hand and patted the side of Wei Xun’s face: “Act normal.”

Wei Xun took the opportunity to bite the web between his thumb and index finger, saying gloomily: “Look, you’re always partial to him.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t want to talk to him. Mainly, although he felt Wei Xun was a spendthrift, right now Wei Xun couldn’t remember anything, so no matter how much he said, it would just be throwing a punch at cotton.

So he said in a fierce, mean tone: “You’d better not remember. Otherwise, before you give me a reasonable explanation, you can scram outside to sleep!”

“Okay.” Wei Xun reached out to turn off the nightlight by the bed. At the instant before the dim yellow light went dark, the corner of Wei Xun’s lips curled into an extremely faint arch as he let out a light sigh, “I won’t remember.”

Hearing this made Jiang Qunyu feel an inexplicable discomfort deep down. Before he had time to carefully ponder the weirdness in it, dense kisses came falling down like a blanket, swallowing up all his thoughts completely.

The third month of Wei Xun’s memory displacement.

Jiang Qunyu really felt something was strange.

“How come your memory still hasn’t recovered?” He and Wei Xun sat cross-legged facing each other, his slender, fair hands cupping Wei Xun’s face, tilting it to the left for a moment and to the right for another, his tone perplexed: “It can’t be that something really went wrong with your brain, right? Will it affect your IQ in the future?”

Wei Xun drooped his eyes to look at him, not quite understanding: “It doesn’t matter if I can’t remember.”

He said: “I’m still fully capable of providing for you right now, and I can cook for you too.”

Pausing, Wei Xun became a bit angry again: “Or are you still thinking about the previous me, insisting on having him?”

Jiang Qunyu was used to him throwing tantrums every now and then. Leaning forward, he kissed his lips, saying annoyed: “Aren’t both of them you? What’s the difference? Besides, if we really talk about what’s different, it’s only that you’re way too clingy right now!”

Jiang Qunyu lectured him: “Wei Xun, being that clingy is bad.”

“Oh.” Wei Xun gave a casual response, in through the left ear and out through the right. He also leaned closer to kiss Jiang Qunyu’s lips, extending his tongue to lick open the seam of Jiang Qunyu’s lips, kissing deeply. Not until Jiang Qunyu was kissed to the point of almost running out of breath did he calmly pull back.

Jiang Qunyu placed his hands on Wei Xun’s face and rubbed it back and forth: “Did you hear me?”

Wei Xun: “Oh.”

Oh, oh!

Jiang Qunyu was furious, bumping his forehead against Wei Xun’s: “Clingy monster Wei Xun.”

Because Wei Xun had never remembered, Jiang Qunyu was originally about to accept the fact that Wei Xun wouldn’t remember in the future either.

It was just on a certain accidental afternoon that Wei Xun’s rut period arrived once again.

Unable to rely on pheromone marking to soothe his mind, he gathered a large pile of Jiang Qunyu’s personal clothing onto the bed as usual to build a nest. Buried in the fabrics filled with Jiang Qunyu’s scent, his tense emotions slowly flattened out, and he fell asleep before long.

With nothing to do, Jiang Qunyu wandered around his and Wei Xun’s home.

Jiang Qunyu was not someone who enjoyed reading.

In the past, whenever he passed by Wei Xun’s study, he would pass by it three times without entering.

Terrified that Wei Xun would grab him in there to read books, he would walk exceedingly fast, heading to his e-sports room next door to play games.

Fortunately, although Wei Xun liked to manage him—managing when he went to sleep and when he wasn’t allowed to play games—he would never make things difficult for him in terms of academics, probably because he saw that he wasn’t good material for studying.

Regarding this action of his, Jiang Qunyu was still very satisfied.

Only today, on a sudden whim, he casually flipped through books in Wei Xun’s row of bookcases to pass the time.

His books were mostly obscure and hard to understand—at least for Jiang Qunyu.

Moreover, most were related to computer science. Jiang Qunyu opened one to look; it severely conflicted with his major, and the heavenly-script-like text nearly sent him away.

This was not a suitable place for his survival.

After making this judgment, Jiang Qunyu decided to cut his losses in time and planned to leave the study.

Right at this moment, however, he suddenly saw a book.

That book was merely a High School Senior Year Mathematics Exercise Booklet, yet it had been placed by Wei Xun among a pile of books that looked extremely expensive, making it seem completely out of place.

Jiang Qunyu’s heart paused slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to pull the booklet out.

Just as the book left the slot, two red marriage certificates slid lightly down along the spine, dropping onto the solid wood floor with a CLATTER.

Inexplicably, Jiang Qunyu had an indescribable premonition.

His scalp tingled slightly, and he bent down to pick them up—

Sure enough, those were his and Wei Xun’s marriage certificates.

They really were hidden away by him…

Jiang Qunyu frowned, still unable to understand: Why did Wei Xun want to hide their marriage certificates away?