Chapter 66: My Lord Has Amnesia…
“Shuohan has amnesia. He doesn’t remember any of us. When he was found, we had to tell him his own identity and even produce evidence before he would return with us,” Xiao Yuanqing told Ye Zhile. Seeing Ye Zhile staring at Ji Shuohan as if his soul had left his body, he took Ye Zhile’s hand. “Lele?”
Ye Zhile didn’t notice the small gesture. After all, the relationship between his big brother and Brother Yuanqing was right there. Although they hadn’t reconciled yet, Brother Yuanqing was determined to win him back and doted on Ye Zhile like a real younger brother.
However, Ji Shuohan looked at those overlapping hands and gave Ye Zhile a cold glance.
Ye Zhile felt as if a piece of his heart had been carved out. He looked at the Omega sitting next to My Lord. “Then this is…?”
“This is Shuohan’s savior. Back then, Shuohan’s injuries were too severe and he had amnesia; he was the one who took care of him,” Xiao Yuanqing said.
“Hello, Madam. My name is Ruan Chenxin,” the Omega spoke at the appropriate moment, looking at Ji Shuohan with deep affection. “Madam needn’t worry. I’ve been taking care of Brother Shuohan for over a year.”
Ye Zhile’s breath hitched. He looked away, unable to watch them. Brother Shuohan… what an intimate way to call him. Even he had never called him that…
Xiao Yuanqing glanced at Ruan Chenxin, thinking to himself that this fellow was not a simple one. He said to Ji Shuohan, “Lele is your spouse. You even have a child together.”
“Mhm,” Ji Shuohan responded absentmindedly.
“…” Xiao Yuanqing was usually refined and elegant, but even he felt like hitting Ji Shuohan with a club right now. He stood up. “Then I won’t disturb you. I’ll take my leave.”
“I’ll see you out.” Ye Zhile stood up, his body swaying. Xiao Yuanqing hurried to support him. “Careful.”
“I’m fine.” Ye Zhile waved it off.
Ji Shuohan caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He instinctively started to rise, but seeing the two of them supporting each other so intimately, he sat back down without a word, his expression turning even darker.
“Madam seems very close with that Doctor Xiao,” Ruan Chenxin said as if casually after Ye Zhile and Xiao Yuanqing had left. Noticing Ji Shuohan’s expression, he acted as if he had just realized his mistake. “I didn’t mean it that way…”
Ji Shuohan ignored him, instead surveying everything in his Leader’s Manor.
Ye Zhile saw Xiao Yuanqing to the door. Xiao Yuanqing stopped him at the entrance. “It’s cold outside; don’t come out.”
“Okay. Then, take care on your way back, Brother Yuanqing,” Ye Zhile said.
“Lele, Shuohan has amnesia. If he says anything hurtful or does anything out of line, don’t mind him. Just treat it as him being crazy. When he wakes up later, he’ll have to apologize to you.” Xiao Yuanqing tried his best to leave some room for Ji Shuohan to redeem himself. He was afraid his good friend would be unable to beg for forgiveness even on his knees later.
Ye Zhile smiled bitterly. “I know. I’m not angry with him either. I believe he isn’t doing it on purpose; I’m just a little sad.”
The person he had looked forward to seeing was back, but he was not the same person as before.
Xiao Yuanqing sighed softly. “In short, don’t let yourself be mistreated. Don’t yield to him; put yourself first in everything. Also, make him give you pheromone comfort. Your health is the most important thing.”
“Okay.” Ye Zhile listened intently.
Ye Zhile went back inside. My Lord was no longer in the living room. Ruan Chenxin was observing the Leader’s Manor. Seeing the magnificent and beautiful decorations, a trace of envious greed unintentionally leaked from his eyes.
“Madam,” Ruan Chenxin called out. Ye Zhile didn’t correct his way of address. He sat on the sofa and asked, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two.” Ruan Chenxin sat down as well.
“Do you have any family?” Ye Zhile asked again.
Ruan Chenxin shook his head. “My parents died early. I grew up with my grandfather, and he passed away a year ago.”
Ye Zhile had originally put up his guard, but hearing Ruan Chenxin’s words, he felt the boy was lonely and pitiful. His gaze softened slightly. “Since you are My Lord’s savior, you should stay here for the time being. When My Lord has some free time, he will arrange a place for you.”
Hearing this, Ruan Chenxin seemed eager to show off his position in My Lord’s heart and hurriedly said, “But Brother Shuohan said I could stay here permanently.”
Ruan Chenxin thought to himself: why would he go anywhere else? Wouldn’t it be better to stay obediently in the Leader’s Manor and enjoy wealth and glory?
Besides, he had originally thought the Leader’s spouse would be powerful and hard to deal with, and he was afraid he’d suffer after coming here. He didn’t expect the spouse to be so young and small, with such a gentle and mild temperament. He even pitied him after hearing his life story. He had heard that previous Leaders had many wives and concubines; even if he couldn’t be the main one, being a secondary one would be fine. Moreover, this Leader’s spouse was weak and easy to bully; he wouldn’t necessarily be the one suffering.
“What…” Ye Zhile was stunned. At that moment, a voice came from upstairs. “Where is my room?”
Ye Zhile looked up. Ji Shuohan stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him. Ye Zhile raised a hand. “My Lord, it’s the room at the very end on the left.”
Ji Shuohan gave him a look, turned, and left.
Ye Zhile said no more. He went upstairs. In the nursery, Ji Shuohan stood by the small bed, looking at Dudu. Dudu was sucking on his little hand, looking at the stranger with wide eyes.
Ye Zhile picked Dudu up, waving his little hand. “Dudu, this is Father.”
“Wa-ah, wa-ah…” Dudu reached out his little hands, his round eyes staring at Ji Shuohan.
Ji Shuohan’s expression was indifferent. Looking at the mold that was almost identical to the youth, he felt no sense of guilt. “Is this our child?”
Ye Zhile froze, silent for a long time. He comforted himself, saying it was only like this because My Lord had amnesia; he couldn’t be blamed.
Ye Zhile suppressed the bitterness in his heart and teased with a smile, “Don’t tell me My Lord has other spouses?”
Ji Shuohan didn’t speak. He turned to leave. Ye Zhile grabbed his sleeve, holding Dudu with one arm. He blinked and asked, “What is your relationship with him?”
Ji Shuohan looked down at the slender, thin hand grabbing his sleeve. The person quickly let go. He knew who the “him” in the youth’s mouth was. He said, “No relationship. He just saved me, that’s all.”
Ji Shuohan walked out.
Ye Zhile breathed a sigh of relief. Dudu had gained weight, and he couldn’t hold him for long. After putting Dudu back in the small bed, the nanny came in with a bottle to feed him.
At dinner that evening, Ye Zhile placed some food in Ji Shuohan’s bowl. “Please eat, My Lord.”
Ji Shuohan looked up. “Thank you.”
Ye Zhile smiled faintly. At that moment, Ruan Chenxin ate the food in his bowl and smiled. “I’ve never eaten such delicious food before. The chef at the Leader’s Manor really has a superb skill.”
Ye Zhile looked at him. “If it’s good, then eat more.”
Ruan Chenxin smiled and placed a piece of braised pork rib into Ji Shuohan’s bowl. “Brother Shuohan, try this. It’s delicious.”
Ji Shuohan glanced at the rib in his bowl and moved it to the bone plate. “Eat your own food. There’s no need to serve me.”
Ruan Chenxin laughed awkwardly. Looking at Ye Zhile, whose complexion wasn’t very good, he felt a surge of secret satisfaction.
Translator’s Note: Ruan Chenxin is definitely a “White Lotus” character (someone who acts innocent and pitiful but is actually calculating). Ji Shuohan’s amnesia is making him act like a “cold-blooded” Enigma again. The drama is building up!
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