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"Who are you?"
Zhu Boyun was completely taken aback. After a moment of surprise, he grinned, "I'm your husband."
She shot him a glance, removing the IV from her hand. "My taste isn't that bad." A man with such a charming demeanor made her wary; she feared getting entangled in romantic debts just by looking at him. Zhang Wenwen jumped off the hospital bed and paused for a moment. "Where is my home?"
His eyes lit up. "I'll take you home right now. But you need to finish your IV— the doctor said the blood clot in your brain hasn't dissolved yet, and you have a mild concussion that requires regular check-ups. If you promise to cooperate, I'll take you with me."
She fixed her gaze on the dimple at the corner of his mouth. "I definitely don't like you." Her temples throbbed; his face was undeniably attractive, yet it exuded a dangerous aura that screamed "stay away." "Just seeing you gives me a headache; you can't be a good person."
He shrugged. "Our love story has had its ups and downs." He squinted and smiled like a cat that had just stolen a fish. "Before we got married, it was you who pursued me..."
"Absolutely not!" She crossed her arms and took a step back, her nails digging into her palm—there was no way she would ever chase after someone like him, even if she had amnesia. "Don't try to spin stories while I'm dealing with amnesia; my sixth sense tells me to stay away from your 'virus face.'"
Zhu Boyun chuckled softly. Even without her memory, her instinctive wariness was like sharp spikes raised in defense. He enjoyed watching her get riled up, like a small beast protecting its young; deep down, she clearly cared about him but insisted on acting like a hedgehog.
He brought her back to his apartment, and as soon as he parked the car, he ran into Liang Xiaoyan. "Brother Zhu!" The girl’s thermos wobbled in her arms, and upon seeing the passenger seat occupant, her pupils dilated. "Zhang Wenwen is out of the hospital? That's great!"
Zhang Wenwen noticed Liang Xiaoyan's pale lips and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This girl had a fragile beauty about her, reminiscent of daisies after rain.
Once inside, she crossed her arms and looked at Zhu Boyun sideways. "Are you sure this is my home?"
"Our home," he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and letting his fingertips brush against her collarbone. "See? Cozy, right?"
She broke free from the touch, her gaze sweeping over the abstract paintings that adorned the walls. "Liang Xiaoyan, take me home."
Liang Xiaoyan clenched the hem of her shirt, stealing a glance at Zhu Boyun's taut jawline. "I..."
"Zhang Wenwen!" Zhu Boyun suddenly grasped her wrist, his thumb brushing over the delicate scar on her arm—one she had received in college while saving a stray cat. He knew better than anyone, "It's only natural for couples to care for each other, especially since we love each other."
She turned to Liang Xiaoyan's pale cheeks. "Why do you look so unwell?"
Liang Xiaoyan forced a smile, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "It's nothing..."
"I suspect he's lying to me." Zhang Wenwen stepped closer, the tip of her sneakers squeaking against the floor, exuding the no-nonsense aura typical of a courier. "Is he trying to take advantage?"
"You two aren't..." Liang Xiaoyan's voice was barely above a whisper before being abruptly interrupted by Zhu Boyun.
"We are!" He flung open a drawer and pulled out a red booklet, the gold lettering on the cover glinting in the sunlight. Zhang Wenwen stared at her awkward smile in the photo, her heart skipping a beat as her fingers jabbed forcefully into his chest. "You actually got a fake certificate!"
Liang Xiaoyan covered her mouth, her bracelet slipping off to reveal a bruise—shaped eerily like finger marks.
"This is the civil affairs bureau's red booklet," Zhu Boyun gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His pupils reflected her flustered expression, hiding a tenderness he himself was unaware of. "Don't believe me? We can verify it right now, wife."
The word "wife" hit like thunder. Zhang Wenwen stared at his lips so close to hers, her back teeth clenched in frustration while her ears flushed uncontrollably. This bastard!
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