Isn't It Chen Qin

"What's your name?"

"Ye Shuang."

"Age..."

"27, or 29 back in my hometown, I guess."

"The name Zhao Mengyao—do you really not remember her? Anyone else you can't recall?"

"Zhao Mengyao..."

Ye Shuang looked at the doctor standing before him and let out a bitter laugh. "I genuinely don’t remember any Zhao Mengyao. And as for who else I might’ve forgotten, I can’t think of anything even if you ask."

"Alright. Mr. Ye, what’s the name of the girlfriend you’ve been with for over a decade?" the doctor inquired.

Ye Shuang answered reflexively,

"Isn’t it Chen Qin?"

"..."

"Alright, please rest for a while."

The hospital door slowly closed. Outside, a long-haired woman immediately asked, "Doctor, how is A-Shuang? Did he really lose his memory?"

"Based on my years of experience, Mr. Ye isn’t lying. He can recall everything from his past except for the Zhao Mengyao you mentioned—he has no impression of her at all."

"Huh?" Chen Qin had initially thought Ye Shuang was joking, but when he seriously insisted he didn’t know any Zhao Mengyao, she realized something was wrong.

Was it because the heartbreak from the breakup was so severe that his brain selectively erased those memories?

"Has his brain suffered any injuries?"

"Well, I haven’t been around him lately, but I haven’t heard about A-Shuang getting hurt either." Chen Qin grew increasingly worried. "So, what did he just say? Does he not recognize his ex-girlfriend?"

"Mr. Ye said his girlfriend is named Chen Qin."

Chen Qin: "Huh?!"

Wait, is this for real?

The doctor continued, "While dementia is rare in young people, there have been clinical cases of 27-year-olds developing early-onset Alzheimer’s."

"It’s also possible his brain temporarily blanked out, causing his memories to get mixed up. For now, it’s best to let him rest for a few days and see if his memory recovers."

"If it doesn’t, we’ll need to consider conservative treatment."

"Alright..."

Chen Qin led Ye Shuang out of the hospital, her expression complicated.

Could A-Shuang really have dementia in the future?

No way. I have to take care of him.

As her mind raced, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. "Where are we going next?"

Chen Qin: "?!"

The moment his masculine scent enveloped her, her face burned so hot it felt like it might explode. Her eyes had never been wider in her life.

"Ah—ah..."

"Huh?"

Ye Shuang looked puzzled. He reached out and touched Chen Qin’s forehead—she didn’t seem feverish.

What’s up with her today?

"L-Let’s go eat first!!!" Chen Qin leaped out of his arms like a startled rabbit.

Ye Shuang chuckled. "Sure."

They found a restaurant nearby. Along the way, Chen Qin probed further into what Ye Shuang remembered.

To her shock—

In Ye Shuang’s memories, Zhao Mengyao had been completely replaced by her!

And he didn’t remember any of the terrible things Zhao Mengyao had done!

It was as if Zhao Mengyao had vanished from Ye Shuang’s world, and the gaps in his memory had been inexplicably filled in.

Then, Chen Qin thought of something crucial.

"Do you remember Bai Yuyou?!"

"What kind of question is that? How could I forget Yuyou? My memory’s perfectly fine." Ye Shuang sighed, baffled by Chen Qin’s behavior today.

First, she sent him a photo of herself in black stockings, then suddenly rushed over from her company to his school.

"Then… do you remember how you met Yuyou?" Chen Qin pressed.

Ye Shuang gave her a strange look but answered anyway, "After my parents passed away, wasn’t I drinking on the streets? That poor kid took me home."

"When I realized she couldn’t take care of herself, I stayed to look after her until she could truly stand on her own."

Chen Qin: "..."

"So… am I your girlfriend?" Chen Qin asked.

"What, are you that eager to be my wife?" Ye Shuang teased.

"N-Not really." Chen Qin stammered. For some reason, she felt like the old Ye Shuang was back—less gloomy, more confident and bright.

That slightly mischievous vibe suited him far better.

"What do you want to eat?"

They took a booth for four, but instead of sitting across from her, Ye Shuang slid in beside Chen Qin.

"Just a regular coconut chicken hotpot, with some side dishes. We can eat slowly and chat."

"Mm? Sure."

When the dish arrived, Ye Shuang scooped out the tender pieces of chicken and placed them in Chen Qin’s bowl, keeping the tougher cuts for himself.

"Here."

"H-Huh?" Before Chen Qin could react, Ye Shuang gathered her hair and tied it into a ponytail with the complimentary hair tie from the restaurant.

"Your hair’ll get in the way while eating, won’t it?" Ye Shuang said, puzzled. "What’s wrong? Didn’t I always do this before?"

Chen Qin blinked.

Being doted on like this by Ye Shuang stirred something strange in her heart—one part elated by his attentiveness, the other uneasy, as if she were a stand-in for someone else.

And the thought of Zhao Mengyao receiving this same care before cheating on him made her blood boil!

Good riddance!

Better if he never remembers—that way, A-Shuang won’t get hurt again!

How could she?!

"Here, have this piece." Chen Qin plopped a chicken drumstick into Ye Shuang’s bowl. "Starting today, this young lady is spoiling you!"

"Huh?" Ye Shuang gave her a weird look but didn’t refuse. He could’ve sworn Chen Qin loved drumsticks.

Wait…

Did she?

Did Chen Qin like chicken legs or not?

A sudden wave of confusion hit him, a dissonance he couldn’t place. Rubbing his temples, he pushed the thought aside.

Midway through the meal, Chen Qin suddenly turned gossipy.

"A-Shuang..."

"Yeah?"

"Have we ever… you know…?" Chen Qin flushed but couldn’t resist asking.

"Know what?"

She fumbled before finally blurting, "Made a baby?"

"You…" Ye Shuang looked stunned. "Didn’t you say you wanted to wait until after marriage?"

Only then did Chen Qin realize—Ye Shuang and Zhao Mengyao had never done it.

Her eyes sparkled.

"Perfect! Just perfect!"

Ye Shuang: "..."

Are you nuts?

"Come on, tonight’s the night I devour you!" Chen Qin hooked her arm through his.

Ye Shuang: "..."

"Wait, hold on—?!"

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