Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

“Let's make sure your hair isn't the color of a rooster's tail. You're going to school. Don't bring shame to master Han and his family, okay?” steward Han warns. Liu Dongyu shrugs. He can't really do much about it anyway.

Han Qilu shakes his head. The older generation seems to forget trends. His hair is maroon, and so Dongyu would've fit in. He, himself, would've liked to try to color his hair [similar to Dongyu's] but he doesn't have the courage to try.

“Liu Shu, that's enough. Don't make Dongyu feel uncomfortable.” Han Qilu remembers an old memory. Dongyu was hiding in a corner, crying, as steward Han picked him up from school.

He is embarra.s.sed that he has coveted the love that Liu Dongyu wants so badly!

But does he owe Liu Dongyu anything? How about Chuxia? He can't figure out what he needs to do. Can his heart handle the pull it feels when he's alone with her?

He thinks he can't fully commit to Mankuai because she's had affairs with other men. He can't move on until he makes peace with this fact.

But since he chose her, he can't renege on his decision.

Then why does his heart feel hollow? Han Qilu remembers Meng Xiaonan's words about having a bright future with Chuxia, and if he tries hard to recall the past, he'd truly not love Mankuai?

The thought is preposterous.

“Young master?” Steward Han asks softly. His face is filled with concern. “Where did you go?”

Han Qilu returns to the present, realizing he is in conversation with the butler.

“You must be very busy with the move. I'll go take a bath.” Qilu says.

Steward Han returns the greeting. “Good night, young master. See you in the morning.”

Han Qilu leaves, perturbed. Liu Dongyu remembers seeing An Chuxia in the ward with Han Qilu. But he recalls hearing his father call An Chuxia xiaonainai. So, are they married? If he's going by age, they aren't old enough to be married. So does that mean they're a couple?

But as he looks at the situation, they're definitely not lovers.

“Father, what's his relations.h.i.+p with the girl I met in the hospital? They seemed strange… .” Liu Dongyu looks at the steward.

“Child, don't worry about messy affairs. These are matters we can't meddle in.” Steward Han heads to the trunk of the car and retrieves a bag and puts it in Dongyu's hands. “Go back to the room and take a shower. Make sure you have all the things you need for school tomorrow. Try not to bother anyone, okay?”

Liu Dongyu wants to scream from within, but he doesn't talk back to the butler. He takes his huge bag and returns to his father's room. He didn't mean to intervene. He just wants to learn more about it. He didn't want his father to have such a grave expression, but his response made him seem like he's a programmed robot.

The house help lives on the east side of the villa. Compared to apartments, these accommodations are significantly better. Being his first time here, he doesn't know where his father lives. However, the staff is willing to help him out.

“It's Dongyu, right?” A maid walks out of a room and looks at him. “You're all grown up! When you first arrived in A City, it was me and your dad who picked you up. I'm Xu ayi, do you remember?”

He stares at her doubtfully, but hs politely greets her back. “Thank you, Xu ayi. Please take care of me.”

He may be considered a gangster and a tyrant in his former school, to the point that he was called Dongyu ge. But in front of his elders, he presents himself as a gentleman. Especially in front of steward Han. He has to make sure he has manners.

“Lovely!” Xu ayi smiles happily. “Do you know where your room is? We've emptied out the room next to your dad's. Come with me.”

The corridor is made of wood, which gives the place a homey feel. No matter what, he won't be living alone in such a big place

* * *

Han Qilu walks down the hallway alone, but the servant opens the door for him. When he heads to his room, he pa.s.ses by An Chuxia's room. He stops walking when he sees the doork.n.o.b to her room.

He's sure she had help with the dishes he likes the most. What's the best way to express grat.i.tude?

Opening her door should be a simple matter, but he can't seem to turn the k.n.o.b. The thought of opening the door is taking too much effort.

He doesn't know how long he stood there, but it seems like a while. As soon as he gets the courage to turn the k.n.o.b, it turns, and An Chuxia emerges.

“Just got up?” An Chuxia asks as she opens the door. She's devoid of emotion.

“Well… yes.” he nods, not knowing what to say. His heart is pounding like he's running a race. Why does he feel like this?

“Then, good night. I'm heading down for a gla.s.s of water.” She turns just enough to get around him.

“Hey, wait!” Han Qilu takes a few steps toward her. “I… just had dinner.”

“Hmmm?” An Chuxia remembers Jiang Yuan setting the table for him. She guesses they talked.

Seeing her odd reaction, Han Qilu thinks she misunderstood him. “My mom said to taste the dinner you made. It just so happens I didn't eat much dinner.”

“Okay… .” An Chuxia nods. She knows he ate the dinner she made, but his statement doesn't move her. A meal doesn't have any meaning if you can't eat together.

“The meal was very good, especially the shrimp!” He gives her a thumbs up.

Since finding out she has seafood allergies, she recalls him telling her to take an antihistamine before eating seafood. Apparently, he doesn't recall that part… .

Well, he can't recall anything about her, so this is par for the course.

She raises her eyes wearily. “The head chef made the shrimp dish. If there's nothing else, I'm going downstairs.”

She swallows bitterly. She doesn't want to drink water, afraid it will turn to tears. He watches her escape, and all he feels is a loss in his heart.

Wait, what is he missing? His brain must not be right.

Once he returns to his room, he makes up his mind to learn about those lost months. Was there a memory he wanted to forget? Those memories need to come back, they have to!　

Han Qilu unlocks his phone, but remembers he doesn't have the attending physician's number. However, he remembers the hospital. He writes a letter addressed to the facility and requests for his attending physician.

He rummages for paper and takes it to the table in the balcony. He writes a long letter in English. He may not have good grades in the language, but he knows proficiency in the language is quite useful.

This is knowledge he's learned from his father. When he missed cla.s.ses because he had to accompany his father for business, he made up for his cla.s.ses so he can speak and write fluently in English.

His letter asks his physician how he can get his memories back quickly.

* * *

At the Nangong villa, Daihu hurries to Zifei's room and knocks on it rapidly. “Boss, I just heard!!!”

Mage, who's in the next room, was securing a belt around her waist when she hears Daihu call out. She tenses, and drops the belt on the bed. She quickly walks to the door to hear what he has to say.

“They're going to Stein tomorrow!” He sees Zifei in the balcony, so he walks in with a smile. “It seems like she has recovered from her concussion. After watching the video, it shows Han Qilu pus.h.i.+ng her to the ground. That's how she got concussed.”

“You said Han Qilu?” Nangong Zifei's hands grip the steel b.a.l.l.s in his hands. It seems that Han Qilu's amnesia is not a rumor. He doesn't remember An Chuxia.