Chapter 69: Recover Your Memory Before Getting Angry
“In short, you must give him pheromone comfort frequently.” Xiao Yuanqing kept trying to bridge the gap for them. He took a deep breath. “Shuohan, you two were in love before. Don’t be so cold to him. I’m truly afraid of the day when you’ll be crying while begging for his forgiveness.”
Ji Shuohan thought for a moment. “I remember… I didn’t like Omegas before.”
Xiao Yuanqing was shocked. “You remembered?”
“No,” Ji Shuohan said. “I’m just becoming more familiar with myself.”
“…” Xiao Yuanqing was speechless, his breath hitching in his chest. After a moment, he said, “Yes, you didn’t like Omegas before; you preferred Alphas. But your love for Lele later was something we all witnessed with our own eyes.”
Ji Shuohan gave him a brief glance but said nothing. Seeing his stubborn, unresponsive attitude, Xiao Yuanqing didn’t bother saying more. He packed his medical kit. “I’m leaving.”
Just go ahead and ruin it then, he thought. He didn’t want to talk to this guy anymore. Regardless of whether he had to climb mountains of swords or dive into seas of fire to seek forgiveness later, Xiao Yuanqing wouldn’t say a single word to help him!
As Xiao Yuanqing walked out with his medical kit, Ruan Chenxin happened to come over. “Doctor Xiao, is the Madam alright?”
“He’s fine.” Xiao Yuanqing glanced at him, bypassed him, and left.
Ruan Chenxin watched the doctor’s retreating back, then thought of the conversation he had just overheard. He felt a surge of joy.
So, the Supreme Leader didn’t like Omegas.
Ye Zhile had a slight fever. Xiao Yuanqing had Xiao Ruo give him some antipyretics. Under the influence of the medicine, Ye Zhile fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when Ye Zhile woke up, Xiao Ruo brought breakfast up. Seeing him trying to get up, she hurriedly said, “Madam, please stay in bed. I’ve brought it up for you.”
Ye Zhile stopped moving and leaned against the headboard, taking the congee she handed him. He asked, “Were you the one taking care of me yesterday?”
“Yes.” Xiao Ruo poured some warm water and brought the medicine. “Madam, please take the medicine after finishing breakfast.”
A flash of disappointment crossed Ye Zhile’s eyes. Hearing this, he looked up and smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
“Madam, there’s no need to be polite; this is my duty,” Xiao Ruo said. “Madam, don’t be sad over My Lord’s matters. It’s not worth it. Wait until the day My Lord recovers his memory before getting angry. Right now, you are only hurting your own body.”
Ye Zhile thought about it and smiled. “You seem to be making a lot of sense.”
Seeing that Ye Zhile had listened, Xiao Ruo couldn’t help but feel happy.
After eating, Ye Zhile went to find Dudu. The baby was sucking on his little hand while the nanny played with him.
“Dudu~ Papa is here~” Ye Zhile sat by the small bed. “Do you want to go down and play?”
Ye Zhile picked up Dudu. Feeling the weight in his arms, he pinched Dudu’s little cheek. “Our Dudu is gaining weight; Papa almost can’t carry you anymore.”
“Ya!” Dudu opened his little mouth to respond. Ye Zhile laughed, kissed his little cheek, and responded in kind, “Ya!”
Just as Ye Zhile was about to carry Dudu downstairs, Ruan Chenxin came up carrying a tray of mung bean cakes. He asked, “What is this?”
“Oh, I made some mung bean cakes for Brother Shuohan,” Ruan Chenxin said.
“He doesn’t like sweets,” Ye Zhile reminded him kindly. Ruan Chenxin frowned. “He doesn’t? But when I was taking care of Brother Shuohan, he finished all the mung bean cakes I made.”
Ye Zhile paused. “Is that so…”
“Why? Did Brother Shuohan not eat the pineapple shortcakes Madam made?” Ruan Chenxin feigned confusion, though the schadenfreude in his eyes was plain to see.
Ye Zhile said nothing and carried Dudu downstairs. Sitting on the sofa, he watched Ruan Chenxin enter the study with the mung bean cakes. The scene of the man rejecting his pineapple cakes yesterday flashed in his mind. He tried to comfort himself, thinking maybe the man truly didn’t like sweets and only ate them before because he loved him.
But today, Ruan Chenxin had dealt him a heavy blow. The man would eat his mung bean cakes, and even finish them all…
Ye Zhile felt a tightness in his chest. Looking at Dudu in his arms, he took a deep breath.
Perhaps Xiao Ruo was right; it wasn’t worth being angry now. An amnesiac wouldn’t care about him. He was only hurting his own body and worrying his family. Moreover… he still firmly believed that My Lord was not that kind of person.
“Wa-ah…” Dudu stared with wide eyes, as if sensing his Papa’s emotions.
Ye Zhile lowered his gaze, his eyes a mix of sorrow and joy. He smiled faintly. “Grow up quickly so you can play with Papa, okay?”
“Ko!” Dudu gurgled happily.
Inside the study, Ruan Chenxin brought the mung bean cakes in. Without looking up, Ji Shuohan said, “Shuohan, I made mung bean cakes for you.”
“I don’t eat those,” Ji Shuohan said.
“But you used to eat them before,” Ruan Chenxin said.
Ji Shuohan looked up, sounding slightly impatient. “That was because the food you made was crude and terrible. I would have starved to death if I didn’t eat it.”
Ruan Chenxin’s face burned with embarrassment. He came from a poor family and had lived a hard life with his grandfather after his parents died. It was only after coming here that he realized what the Supreme Leader usually ate. The food every day was different—nutritious, tasteful, and valuable.
Ruan Chenxin said resentfully, “How can Brother Shuohan say that to me? I saved you, after all.”
“Did I not give you money?” Ji Shuohan was even more confused. He thought that since this person saved his life, rewarding him with money was the best course of action. Furthermore, the amount he gave was enough for Ruan Chenxin to spend for the rest of his life. Seeing that the person wanted to say more, Ji Shuohan lost his patience. “Get out. You are not allowed to enter my study as you please in the future.”
Ji Shuohan’s gaze was sharp. Ruan Chenxin didn’t dare say more and left with the tray.
Looking at the untouched cakes, Ruan Chenxin thought about the words he had just said to Ye Zhile. He walked into the kitchen and dumped all the mung bean cakes into the trash. He absolutely could not let Ye Zhile know that Shuohan hadn’t eaten them.
The dinner table was extremely quiet that evening. Ye Zhile ate slowly and drank a bowl of soup. The nanny held Dudu and played in the living room. Dudu was always active and lively, his round eyes staring at the crystal chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling as he babbled.
“Is your health better?” Ji Shuohan asked suddenly.
Ye Zhile looked up. “Mhm, almost.”
Silence fell again. Ye Zhile put down his chopsticks and went to hold Dudu.
A children’s cartoon was playing on the television. Ye Zhile sat on the sofa with Dudu, who was watching intently.
Shortly after, Ji Shuohan sat down beside them. Dudu’s attention was drawn to him, and he struggled to crawl toward Ji Shuohan. Ye Zhile held him back. “Dudu, don’t move around.”
“Give him to me.” Ji Shuohan opened his arms, and Ye Zhile handed Dudu over.
Translator’s Note: Xiao Ruo is such a supportive soul! The “mung bean cake” incident shows the contrast between Ye Zhile’s genuine care and Ruan Chenxin’s “White Lotus” acting. Ji Shuohan’s bluntness about the “terrible food” is hilarious, even if he’s being a jerk to Lele.
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