The Disliked Shou and the Charming Gong : Chapter 37: What If He Ning Lost His Memory (1)

Timeline: He Ning proposes breakup, falls down stairs and loses memory, Wen Junhe returns to China, He Ning accompanies a girl to the hospital while having amnesia

Wen Junhe made all preparations to return to China, and finally boarded the flight back.

A few years ago, He Ning ended their relationship with a single breakup text.

He Ning taking a part time job was an accident. It was when he was still frequently running to the hospital. Once he helped an elderly lady who lived alone queue up, originally because he saw her eyesight and legs weren’t good. Then the old lady stuffed fifty yuan into his hand and told him to go buy some meat to nourish his body, saying he was really too skinny and looked awful. With that she leaned on her cane and walked off briskly, and He Ning couldn’t even call her back.

He Ning held that fifty yuan with a complicated expression. He went back and told Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji was leaning on the sofa, head tilted back reading a novel, his tone relaxed: “Perfect, let’s add to our meal. I want sweet and sour pork ribs.” He Ning thought about it and felt that helping people this way was quite meaningful.

A girl had accidentally gotten pregnant and didn’t dare tell her family. Her partner was unreliable, so this child definitely couldn’t be kept. She contacted He Ning online.

So He Ning accompanied her to get an abortion.

After the girl entered the operating room, He Ning casually took out his notebook and jotted things down. This was a method the doctor told him could exercise his memory, that regular output was good for neuron connections. He had no other inspiration, so he could only record his boring and routine life, which would also be convenient for recalling later.

He Ning was bent over writing in his diary when he suddenly felt a gaze pinned on him like a nail.

He looked up and glanced around, and discovered a man in a black overcoat standing not far away, tall with long legs and sharply defined features, even more striking looking than some celebrities on TV.

That person stood motionless staring at him, his eyes cold as ice.

He Ning found it completely baffling. He didn’t think he had provoked him, so he lowered his head and went back to his own business.

But that gaze followed him like a shadow, as if he had committed some unforgivable great sin. He Ning couldn’t continue writing.

Even stranger, this man inexplicably gave off a sense of familiarity, yet He Ning couldn’t remember where he had seen him at all.

He Ning felt so uncomfortable being stared at that he simply lowered his head and sent Zhou Ji a message: Ran into a psycho at the hospital, looking at me like I’m a heartless jerk.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, as if this could help him ignore that burning gaze.

The operating room door finally opened, and the girl walked out weakly. When He Ning stepped forward to support her, the girl unconsciously leaned into his embrace slightly.

In the instant they brushed past that man in black, He Ning clearly felt the other person’s body stiffen, like a mirror that had suddenly cracked. That upright figure swayed almost imperceptibly.

The man turned his face away, avoiding He Ning’s puzzled gaze, his jawline drawn tight.

When He Ning looked back one last time, the man didn’t say a word, his fists clenched tight, seeming as if he was on the verge of exploding with anger.

That evening He Ning told Zhou Ji about that strange man.

Zhou Ji said without holding back: “Didn’t you have memory problems? Maybe it’s some romantic debt you left behind in the past. Seeing you with a woman, he couldn’t take it.”

A few years ago after He Ning fell down the stairs, a gap appeared in his memory. When he woke up, his memory was still stuck at seventeen years old. He picked up his phone and proactively called that familiar number that only he knew, his father’s phone. He couldn’t get through.

He could only have Fu Shu, his father’s former subordinate, tell him that his father was now in prison, that he had a new life, and that he should cut off all contact with the past.

He Ning had to accept reality during that period. His memory was like torn scraps of paper, impossible to piece back together.

He asked Fu Shao not to tell his father about his memory loss.

His former friend Meng Xuan covered his medical expenses, and told him everything was an accident.

He also saw Han Qing, whom he hated.

But by that time he had no energy left to fight with him about anything.

He Ning thought of that man’s icy gaze at the hospital, and felt a chill down his back. He said to Zhou Ji: “He didn’t look like a lover, more like I owed him money. Pretty scary. Hope I never run into him again.”

And so, like some omen that broke the peace of his life, the new boss who dropped from the sky was that strange man from the hospital.

He also learned that the man’s name was Wen Junhe.

He Ning could very clearly sense that wherever he appeared, Wen Junhe’s mood dropped by more than one degree.

But they kept running into each other, at the entrance of the office building, on the rooftop where he went to space out and smoke, even changing locations, they would still meet at the stairwell. Plus lately his design proposals kept getting sent back for revisions, so He Ning was practically annoyed the moment he saw Wen Junhe.

He had also been tempered by life for a few years, and his temper had mostly cooled.

One day when He Ning saw Wen Junhe, the hand holding his cigarette paused, and he smoothly prepared to leave.

He could tell Wen Junhe didn’t like him.

Who knew that when He Ning was about to leave, Wen Junhe reached out and grabbed his wrist, looking at him quietly. After being stared at for a while, He Ning wanted to pull free: “President Wen…”

“The one who ate with you in the cafeteria today, is that your boyfriend?”

He Ning felt a strange sensation rise in his heart, hard to put into words. Hearing this form of address, he was stunned for a moment. Just as he wanted to explain, Wen Junhe cut in: “Your private life is quite busy.”

He Ning heard this and knew Wen Junhe had connected him to that day at the hospital and misunderstood.

He Ning struggled with what he should explain to a stranger.

Who knew Wen Junhe would then say: “You really haven’t changed one bit. These days you’ve been pretending not to know me, very convincing. What, are you still afraid I’ll cling to you and not let go?”

He Ning sensed something off about Wen Junhe.

This man was polite to most people, speaking nicely, carrying himself like a mature man. But only toward him, sometimes the look in his eyes when he looked at him was full of mockery.

A奇妙 feeling rose in He Ning’s heart.

Wen Junhe cared so much about his romantic history…

He was practically breaking out in a sweat. Could Zhou Ji have been right, that he and Wen Junhe really had something going on?

“…President Wen, I really don’t know you. I… had an accident, and my memory has problems.”

After He Ning finished speaking, Wen Junhe showed a look of surprise and meaningful depth, with an indescribable heartache mixed in.

“What kind of accident?”

“Fell down the stairs.”

“How did you fall?”

He Ning: “…Just accidentally…”

Wen Junhe suddenly reached out and touched his head, his tone indescribably complicated: “…He Ning, you really are…”

Wen Junhe thought one step further. He Ning was indeed usually careless and clumsy, but how could a single fall be this severe.

He Ning’s movement to dodge Wen Junhe’s hand made his eyes darken.

“So, if we had some grievance in the past… sorry, I wasn’t pretending on purpose. I really don’t remember…”

Wen Junhe: “You don’t know what kind of relationship we had in the past?”

He Ning scratched his head, and finally shook it. He really didn’t know.

Then in the next moment he saw Wen Junhe take out his phone. The picture on the screen was of him kissing Wen Junhe, with flowers and grass in the background.

“This is the wedding we held. What do you think our relationship should be? Your first love was me, the first time you cooked was for me, the first person you slept with was me, the first person you lived with was also me.”

It was the first time Wen Junhe had said so many words in one breath.

That evening when Zhou Ji didn’t see He Ning in the kitchen, he knocked on the bedroom door and said: “Working overtime again today?”

He Ning quickly closed the webpage and said: “Yeah, so I got back late. Let’s order takeout tonight. I already ate outside.”

Zhou Ji didn’t notice anything odd about He Ning and said: “Alright, then get some rest early.”

He Ning reopened the webpage. Wen Junhe had given him an account and password. After entering and opening it, the contents really opened his eyes. In an abandoned account he used to use, he had posted many photos and posts about Wen Junhe. Half of his social media circle was filled with him. The chat records were enough to nearly burst the memory.

In his past chats with Wen Junhe, he had called him very intimate names.

One could imagine how much he had liked this person in the past.

After He Ning finished reading, that evening Wen Junhe sent him a message asking if he had finished reading.

He Ning hesitated and replied that he had finished.

Wen Junhe said on the other end that since he had finished reading, then he should break up with Zhou Ji now.

He Ning didn’t know how to respond. Finally thinking of those chat records that looked like he was the one putting in all the effort, he replied.

“I need to think about this.”

A message came back quickly from the other end.

“Think about what? Back then you cut contact with me unilaterally. I never agreed to the breakup. So right now you’re two timing. Choose me or choose the other man?”

“Who you have deeper feelings for, surely you can tell.”

“When did you and the one surnamed Zhou get together?”

“If the one surnamed Zhou hadn’t butted in, you should have gone abroad with me.”

He Ning’s head was spinning, so he simply gave up on communicating.

After that, Wen Junhe was like he had latched onto He Ning, not only bombarding him with messages, but at the company he looked at him like a hunter spotting a rabbit.

Wen Junhe cornered him at the stairwell. The man was in a black suit, the cut fitting his body perfectly, his bangs combed back revealing a full forehead.

He looked at He Ning before him, his tone carrying anxiety: “It’s been so long, and you still haven’t figured it out?”

He Ning pushed against Wen Junhe with his hand: “…I really don’t remember our past. No matter how much you loved me, I don’t remember…”

Wen Junhe: “You don’t remember me, you only remember the one surnamed Zhou, right!”

“I’m going to find him and make him get lost.”

He Ning looked at Wen Junhe as if he were about to march onto a battlefield for a decisive battle, and quickly grabbed him saying: “What are you doing? He doesn’t even know you exist.”

“Not knowing means he can steal other people’s things? That’s called theft!”

He Ning sensed something wrong with Wen Junhe’s emotions. He was really afraid he would do something to Zhou Ji: “I’m not your thing. I saw all those things. Even if I really liked you in the past… it’s all in the past now. Why don’t we just let it go?”

“Let it go? He Ning, what are you even saying?”

The secretary was the first to notice something off about Wen Junhe’s mood: “President Wen, this is the file the planning department just submitted…”

Wen Junhe tugged at his collar, looking like he was burning with anger: “Tell me, if… your own corner got dug out from under you, how do you take it back? His whole heart is on someone else now.”

The secretary looked at Wen Junhe, thinking to herself that she never expected President Wen to have this kind of trouble.

“President Wen, are you currently in a weak position?”

Wen Junhe nodded.

“Lower your stance, coax him, use everything you have at your disposal to make him soften his heart, make him remember the beautiful memories you once shared. President Wen, if you don’t care about morality, things will be much easier.”

Wen Junhe looked at the secretary, interested: “What do you mean?”

“And for example, if you have many things that others don’t have, it will be even easier to act.”

“For example?”

The secretary stretched out both hands, looking Wen Junhe up and down: “Your face and your body are also precious weapons.”

Wen Junhe, contrary to his usual manner, stopped being aggressive. Instead he started reminiscing about the past with him, and mentioned that he had kept some photos from back then, asking if He Ning wanted to see them.

He Ning was actually curious too. These past few days he had gone through all his old accounts, and it wasn’t completely without feeling. It was as if the deepest emotions had been stirred, making him unable to resist exploring and imagining. But Wen Junhe was too aggressive, which made him a bit scared.

After thinking it over repeatedly, he agreed to go over to Wen Junhe’s place on the weekend.

When that day came, He Ning rang the doorbell. The moment Wen Junhe opened the door, he pulled He Ning in and kissed him.

He Ning was caught off guard by the kiss, staggering a few steps before Wen Junhe pressed him directly against the wall. He couldn’t struggle free, and Wen Junhe’s hand slipped into He Ning’s clothes, freely teasing his emotions.

A familiar feeling. He Ning quickly sank into Wen Junhe’s passion, and the two of them kissed almost forgetting themselves.

Wen Junhe pulled He Ning into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. He Ning’s legs were shaking from being worked over, his heart beating nonstop.

He used his last shred of reason to block Wen Junhe, struggling to say: “…Wen Junhe, don’t do this. Didn’t you say you were showing me photos?”

He Ning’s shirt collar was pulled open, revealing clear collarbones. Wen Junhe’s fingers touched the bite marks above them, bright red marks, paired with his restrained looking face, his low voice sexy enough to kill.

“You see, some things don’t need deliberate thought. This proves we have great chemistry.”