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As Zhang Wenwen opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Zhu Boyun. He was standing at the head of the bed, smiling at her. "Do you feel any better?"
She lifted her gaze, feeling incredulous. After everything that had happened to her, how could he still be smiling?
"I seriously doubt that we are actually married," she said.
"That's right."
She stared at him in shock. He admitted it? What did that mean? Her mind felt blank, and a slight ache throbbed in her chest as she heard him say in a light tone, "That marriage certificate is fake; it was just a means to deal with my parents." He shrugged. "I’ve thought it over while you were unconscious these past two days, and I think I should find someone else to play along. I don’t know what kind of trouble you’ve gotten into, but I certainly don’t want to…"
With a slap, Zhang Wenwen struck him, her heart aching more than his face. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned her head and squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth: "Get lost."
Zhu Boyun smiled slightly, looking at her with a meaningful gaze before turning to leave.
"Zhang Wenwen, sister…"
"Liang Xiaoyan, you were right. He really is using me. I thought… I thought he truly loved me." She weakly rested her head on Liang Xiaoyan's shoulder, letting tears slip down from the corners of her eyes.
Liang Xiaoyan glanced at Jinan, who had been silent all this time, and suddenly said, "Jinan Ge is the one who truly loves you; you should cherish him."
Zhang Wenwen instinctively looked towards Jinan. He looked terrible—his eyes were puffy, and his chin was covered in stubble. It was clear he had been keeping vigil by her bedside. At that moment, seeing the unmasked love in his eyes moved Zhang Wenwen deeply.
After that, Zhu Boyun never came to the hospital again. Even when she was discharged, she had not seen him. Disappointed, Zhang Wenwen got into Jinan's car and heard him say in a low voice, "Let's go to my place."
She shook her head. "No, I just want to go home. You know me, so you should know where I live."
Thus, Jinan took her back home.
Zhang Wenwen understood that compared to Zhu Boyun's domineering nature, this man respected her. If her head wasn't so muddled, she would have known to choose him. However, her heart had already made its choice the moment it fluttered. She was foolish to be infatuated with Zhu Boyun, especially before her amnesia.
She was merely a courier, while he was a decadent playboy. Every time she delivered "goods" to his house, the women around him were never the same. What began as a simple and clearly defined relationship changed with each encounter. He became playful with her, teasing her with words and even physical banter, which often made her furious. Yet, his actions were not excessive; they were merely innocent teasing, so she didn't develop any aversion towards him.
Gradually, she found herself looking forward to every chance to meet him. As long as it was his delivery order, she would eagerly rush to fulfill it, even when she was exhausted—she couldn't resist the urge because he was the client.
In front of him, she transitioned from being nervous at first to calmness later on, and then… eventually, that guy actually saw through her feelings. From that point on, when facing him, she became restless and would unconsciously resort to irritability and rudeness to mask her embarrassment.
Zhang Wenwen closed her eyes and reflected on the past, realizing that everything had been meticulously arranged by him.
Her memories had returned, but she couldn't feel any joy because… they had never actually gotten married.
Zhang Wenwen sighed; the current situation left no room for such thoughts. The urgent matter at hand was to figure out who wanted to kill her and why.
Cuddled up in bed, she held herself tightly. She hadn't offended anyone—why would someone target her?
Suddenly, a shadow burst into the room. Her face turned pale. "Who?" She quickly turned on the light to dispel the darkness and see who had entered.
It was actually Zhu Boyun.
She stared at him in disbelief. Why was he here?
He smiled as he climbed onto the bed, and while she was still in shock, he used both hands and feet to pull her into his embrace. He kissed her forehead and said, "I'm glad you're okay."
She froze in his arms, blinking her large eyes repeatedly. Her first reaction was, "How did you get in? Breaking and entering is a crime, and I’m going to call the police."
He kissed the corner of her mouth and replied, "You should call the police, but not for breaking and entering—it's because you've stolen my heart."
She shivered at his words; he always found a way to make cheesy lines sound amusing. Then she had a second reaction—
She pounded her fists against his chest and accused him, "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of being implicated by me, of being hunted by my enemies?"
He let her hit him, even lying down to make it easier for her. His dark eyes were fixed on her until she grew tired of hitting him. Only then did he press her face against his chest.
"I'm sorry."
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