Chapter 111: Excessive Violence Is Not Good

Early the next morning, Uncle Li, the housekeeper, arrived. The doctor had written a long list of medical instructions to take along. Xiao Yuer, together with Luo Feiyu, helped Chu Dong into the car.

The spacious RV offered Chu Dong ample room, yet he alone occupied the large bed while Luo Feiyu and Xiao Yuer had to sit. Fortunately, the distance wasn’t far; after a few hours, they reached Dalian.

The villa remained just as before, but Chu Dong looked around with curious eyes. Knowing he had amnesia, Xiao Yuer patiently introduced him to the rooms: which was his, which belonged to his sister and herself, which was Li Youlan’s, and where the bathroom was. Luo Feiyu followed inside, surprised at Chu Dong’s apparent wealth. Even knowing the villa was rented temporarily, she was still intrigued by the lavishness.

Tan Xue hadn’t returned yet but had called to say she was on her way, which made Xiao Yuer a bit anxious. Her sister’s instructions still echoed in her ears, and now she had brought Luo Feiyu along—something she found hard to explain.

Luo Feiyu sensed her restlessness and, needing to report back to the station about recent developments, took her leave. Xiao Yuer was delighted and grew even fonder of the understanding Xiao Yuer, happily inviting her to visit again.

By noon, Tan Xue returned to the villa. Knowing there wasn’t much food inside, she stopped to order a meal from a restaurant before coming back.

“Brother Dong, feeling any better?” Tan Xue set down her small bag and hurried over to Chu Dong’s side.

“Oh, much better,” Chu Dong replied. Though he recognized the name he was called by, indicating Tan Xue was speaking to him, he felt a slight unease around this beautiful girl who cared for him so attentively. He wasn’t sure why—perhaps her enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming.

“That’s good. I’ve ordered some dishes; they’ll be here soon. Eat well, then rest. Are you tired?” Tan Xue checked his forehead before feeling reassured.

Turning away from Chu Dong, she pulled her sister aside. “Where’s that vixen?”

“She’s gone back to work. How would I know?” Xiao Yuer answered vaguely, avoiding her sister’s gaze.

“That’s fine. You sleep alone tonight. Brother Dong will stay with me—it’s easier to take care of him,” Tan Xue said, a bit worn out and not noticing the flicker in her sister’s eyes.

“Amnesia?” Chen Xiao was somewhat surprised when he received Luo Feiyu’s report. Lighting a cigarette, his brows furrowed, and the redness in his eyes was clear. He hadn’t slept well these days—either receiving desperate phone calls or busy with interrogations, his rest was limited.

“I think he’s faking it. How could it be such a coincidence—getting injured and losing his memory after a distress call? Maybe he’s trying to avoid something,” Gao Jun, standing nearby, voiced his suspicion first upon hearing Luo Feiyu’s words.

“The doctor said the same thing. The medical report clearly stated there was a head trauma and nervous system damage. Besides, it’s not like I can’t tell if it’s true or not,” Luo Feiyu expressed her displeasure for the first time directly in front of Gao Jun. She felt his suspicion toward Chu Dong was a bit petty.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Gao Jun was somewhat taken aback by her displeasure, his face flushed red. “I just think this guy is unreliable.”

“What do you mean by reliable? I don’t see it,” Luo Feiyu retorted sharply. She had a strong personality—once crossed, she made sure to show it.

“All right, all right. Don’t jump to conclusions without seeing it for yourself. Gao Jun, take someone and bring him over tomorrow. We’ll ask him directly,” Chen Xiao, knowing Gao Jun had a fondness for Luo Feiyu, stepped in to ease the tension.

“I’ll go myself, so no one uses your name to drag him away,” Luo Feiyu’s temper flared, leaving no room for Gao Jun’s pride.

“Xiao Yu, you should rest. You’ve been exhausted these past few days,” Chen Xiao quickly urged her to take a break, fearing the worsening of relations if Gao Jun felt humiliated.

Gao Jun watched Luo Feiyu’s retreating figure with helplessness and mounting frustration. “Master, look at her—like she’s swallowed something bitter. I only said a word. Besides, you told me not to believe anything without evidence. Am I not allowed to be suspicious?”

“She’s got a temper we all know. Things need to take their course,” Chen Xiao consoled Gao Jun.

“Course? If we wait any longer, this girl will be kidnapped…” Gao Jun slumped down, removed his police cap, and ruffled his not-so-long hair in frustration.

Tan Xue had been calling Chu Dong’s mother relentlessly these past days. She worried the elderly lady would find out about her son’s injury. Since Chu Dong’s phone was broken, she asked the grandmother to contact her directly. She constantly praised Chu Dong and occasionally let him say a few words, only stopping quickly to avoid revealing too much. Chu Dong’s mother was pleased with how quickly their relationship was progressing and enjoyed her time in Europe, reluctant to return.

At the Sturgeon Fund, Tan Xue, under the title of “boss’s wife,” notified George that she needed to meet him. Though she didn’t know what George represented, she understood he was a secret weapon for her brother.

All was well. After dinner, Tan Xue sent Xiao Yuer back to her room to read. She then cornered Chu Dong by the foot of the bed, her expression serious as she began her “training.”

“Am I pretty?”

“Pretty,” Chu Dong looked up briefly, then returned his gaze downward.

“Do you like me?”

Chu Dong was about to shake his head but then suddenly nodded vigorously. “I like you.”

“Then why don’t you look at me?” Tan Xue seemed to be teaching a big child now, having slipped off her pink slippers and covered her snow-white legs with her nightgown. She sat cross-legged facing Chu Dong.

“That thing dazzles me,” Chu Dong squinted, pointing at the desk lamp behind her that shone toward him.

“You should have said so earlier.” Tan Xue stood and staggered a few steps, carefully feeling along the wall to turn on the ceiling light, then switched off the bright desk lamp. Clapping her hands, she smiled, “Better now?”

Chu Dong still kept his head lowered, thinking to himself how remarkable this girl who insisted he was her husband was, wondering how he had ever thought of her as a wife before.

Unaware of his thoughts, Tan Xue noticed his lowered head and guessed she might have frightened him. Her tone softened significantly. “Brother Dong, how can you forget me? You forgot? We were betrothed as children. You were injured while taking wedding photos. You said you wouldn’t be afraid as long as you had me…”

Upon hearing this, Chu Dong understood—it was a childhood betrothal. What kind of era still did that? He felt no blame toward himself. This little wife was certainly beautiful. He’d try to get used to it; if it didn’t work out, there was always divorce.

Tan Xue, seeing him so absorbed, continued, “You said you’d protect me well, but now you don’t even remember me. Will you still protect me?”

Chu Dong remained silent for a long while, lost in thought. He wondered what his parents were like. If they forced him not to divorce, he would run away from home.

Tan Xue was about to lose her mind, thinking he was listening to her, but he had actually drifted off. Flipping onto the bed, she kicked her feet in frustration.

“So pretty,” Chu Dong swallowed hard and genuinely praised.

“Eh?” Tan Xue stopped her venting immediately, puzzled. “What’s pretty?”

“This,” Chu Dong pointed at her exposed thigh from her earlier exaggerated movements.

The soft light from the ceiling lamp caressed those legs, which gleamed like ivory—fair, slender, flawless.

“Really pretty?” Tan Xue turned her body, sitting sideways opposite Chu Dong. One leg curled slightly, her small foot lightly stroking the other calf.

“Yes, very pretty,” Chu Dong said honestly, certain of his words.

“I know I’m pretty, but I just won’t show you,” Tan Xue suddenly burst out, yanking down her nightgown to cover herself and sitting up to tap Chu Dong’s forehead. “Easy come, easy go. You better behave.”

Raising her slender arms, she gathered her long hair, searching everywhere for a hair tie to tie it up but couldn’t find one. She tossed around on the bed, nearly knocking Chu Dong off. Finally, understanding her intent, Chu Dong pointed at the black string around her wrist and quietly asked, “What’s that?”

Tan Xue shot him a glance, gathered her hair, and sat upright again, wanting to probe what Chu Dong, with his amnesia, wanted to know most.

She tugged at her beautiful face for a long moment before settling on a gentle expression. Clearing her throat, she changed the subject.

“Brother Dong, don’t be afraid. I just want to know what you want to learn most right now. I can tell you, and you’ll slowly recover, right?”

“What I want to know most?” Chu Dong hesitated. His mind was still a bit blank; he couldn’t recall what he was most curious about.

“Yes, anything. Like what you don’t understand, what you want to see, and...” Tan Xue counted on her fingers.

“Anything?” Chu Dong’s eyes brightened as he looked at her.

“Yes, anything. I don’t know everything, but there’s always Baidu and the experts, right? Just say it,” Tan Xue was pleased to see his interest and happy the conversation was underway.

“Don’t get impatient,” Chu Dong warned, still cautious.

“No impatience, just say it,” Tan Xue replied generously.

“What’s inside there?” Chu Dong pointed excitedly at Tan Xue’s prominently rounded chest.

“Yuer...” Tan Xue’s voice could be heard for miles in the dead of night. She jumped out of bed, barefoot, clattered into the living room, searching and rummaging for a while. Then, banging open her sister’s door, she shouted at the wide-eyed girl, “Quick, come help!” With that, she grabbed a cable and rushed back to Chu Dong’s room.

Xiao Yuer, unsure what was happening, timidly followed. She found Chu Dong sitting by the bed, looking a bit aggrieved, while Tan Xue was tying his hands.

“Come help,” Tan Xue instructed her sister.

The little girl shuffled reluctantly inside, scratching her head. “Sister, you’re grown-ups. It’s not wrong to play games with brother-in-law, but this is too violent, isn’t it?”

Hearing this, Tan Xue couldn’t explain, her anger pointed toward the door.

Before she could say more, Xiao Yuer vanished.

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