Amnesia Trap (GL) - Chapter 72

“Darling, you injured your leg, not your hands.”

On the fourth day of Sheng Zhi’s hospitalization, Madam Sheng Xi’yi couldn’t help but sigh. She was already quite indulgent with her daughter, but the way Ji Qingfan pampered Sheng Zhi was becoming almost unbearable to watch.

Every day, Ji Qingfan personally prepared soups and meals, protecting, doting on, and coaxing her. She had even moved almost all of her work to the hospital room just to spend a little more time with Sheng Zhi.

Hearing Madam Sheng’s words, Ji Qingfan wanted to say that the fact she wasn’t injured was a result of Sheng Zhi trading her own safety.

However, Sheng Zhi had no intention of letting her mother know that. She spoke up first: “Anyway, Qingfan is very willing to do it.”

She wasn’t oblivious to the thoughts Ji Qingfan wanted to express, but she knew her mother. If Ji Qingfan actually said it out loud, her mother’s attitude certainly wouldn’t be as relaxed as it was now.

Sheng Zhi bit off the tip of a strawberry Ji Qingfan fed her, smiling sweetly. Her posture was more like a pampered concubine than a patient, her tone full of lazy, indulged grace: “Mom, don’t worry about it. Just relax.”

“Sigh… you really are something.” Madam Sheng rubbed her nose, laughing helplessly.

But she was indeed reassured. After staying with her daughter through lunch, Madam Sheng boarded a plane back abroad.

Sheng Zhi was indeed being looked after perfectly. Her exquisite face showed no sign of weakness; she looked like a polished gem, nearly more radiant and moving than before the injury.

But living together day and night, she could increasingly feel the deep anxiety and self-reproach in Ji Qingfan’s heart—no matter how many times Sheng Zhi repeated that it was worth it and that she loved her.

“It’s not like that. I’m not worth Jiao Jiao doing this for me. I should have anticipated this and protected you better…”

“How could you not be worth it? Qingfan is the most deserving person of all,” Sheng Zhi didn’t want to hear her say such things anymore. She lightly pinched her chin and gave her a soft, fleeting kiss that quickly deepened. She didn’t pull away until every syllable was swallowed into their lips, turning into trembling gasps. She then licked the corner of the other woman’s mouth like a kitten. “Qingfan, you aren’t omnipotent. You did absolutely nothing wrong in this matter, okay? Besides, even if I had to repeat it a million times, at the moment that car was about to hit, I would still do the same thing.”

As she looked at her earnestly, her pupils took on a translucent warm color under the light, saturated with sweet love. An indescribable surge of emotion flooded Ji Qingfan’s heart at that moment.

Ji Qingfan was dazed for a second. It was too fulfilling, too precious—so much so that in this moment, she actually felt a sliver of terrified pain. “…Jiao Jiao, we will be together forever, right?”

If I lose you again…

No, impossible. It won’t happen. She won’t lose her. Sheng Zhi loves her now. She absolutely cannot endure even the slightest hypothetical thought of her leaving. Even as a thought, it was unbearable.

“Of course we will. We will definitely stay together always,” Sheng Zhi answered without hesitation. Sensing her nearly intense insecurity, she held her back with heartache, stroking her hair. “Qingfan, I am your wife. We won’t divorce, and we won’t separate.”

These words were clearly very soothing. As the person in her arms gradually calmed down, Sheng Zhi held her and talked to her for a long, long time. As she spoke, she reflected on herself, thinking that Ji Qingfan must be this way because she hadn’t given her enough security. She needed to make her feel more secure.

Realizing she hadn’t posted anything related to Ji Qingfan on her social media yet, Sheng Zhi took a photo she had just snapped of Ji Qingfan hulling strawberries and posted it to her Moments.

In the picture, Ji Qingfan’s hair was loosely gathered, her eyes slightly lowered as she focused on the strawberries. The sunlight was quiet and beautiful. Sheng Zhi showed half of her vibrant face to the camera, her eyes curved in a smile.

Caption: [Recovering ing]

She had a wide circle and many friends; within two minutes of posting, the likes surpassed two hundred. Most people left comments after liking—

Second Miss of Kongguang International, Chen Shuqi: [How is the recovery going? Having a wife really is different; even a hospital stay is this sweet qvq]

Huasheng Capital, Chi Lanyi: [So happy. You look like you’re in great spirits.]

…

There were too many commenters, and Sheng Zhi usually didn’t reply, but today she broke her routine and responded to them, especially those mentioning how good their relationship was.

Another notification pinged. Xia Xiyan saw the post, liked it, and commented: [Don’t think I can’t see you showing off your love.jpg]

Following Xia Xiyan’s comment was a long train of “second-generation” friends copy-pasting the same [Don’t think I can’t see you showing off your love.jpg] comment.

Sheng Zhi replied righteously: [This is called showing it off openly, got it?]

After replying, she thought of something else and shook Ji Qingfan’s hand. “Qingfan, I want to take a photo of us holding hands to use as my background image.”

Long, beautiful fingers interlaced and locked together. Between curved eyes and parting lips, she was the picture of elegance.

“How about we shoot against the sunlight?” Sheng Zhi gestured a bit, finding that it looked good no matter the angle, so she got hooked and took many photos.

Ji Qingfan stared dazed at her smile, suddenly leaning in even closer until their locked hands were nearly pressed against her shoulder. She spoke in a very soft voice: “If Jiao Jiao keeps this up, I really will grow more and more greedy.”

Hearing her murmur, Sheng Zhi met her gaze without blinking, letting out a small laugh. “What does it matter? Qingfan, I like you, I love you. So Qingfan should love herself a bit more too.”

The emotion in her eyes was like a massive wave, ready to submerge her. How can she be this wonderful? Can such beauty really be held in my hands for a long time?

Their fingers locked tighter, foreheads pressing intimately together. Ji Qingfan looked deep into her eyes, their breaths intertwining. “Then Jiao Jiao must love me forever… if you love me, I will love me.”

Sheng Zhi was a bit confused by the logic of her words. But she understood “love me forever.” She rarely saw Ji Qingfan in this state of constantly seeking and confirming, and seeing it now, she only found her piteous and cute.

Outside the window, emerald leaves moved slightly on the branches in the breeze. The warm sunlight shone through the glass into the ward, tracing their silhouettes on the floor like the finest paintbrush. She tirelessly spoke words of love over and over with a heart full of tenderness, sharing moist, soft-tongued kisses that made one lose control and sink deep.

Time flowed by, and in a flash, it was August. Sheng Zhi’s leg injury finally healed just before her birthday on August 11th.

The birthday banquet of a top-tier financial conglomerate’s daughter and the heir-presumptive of the Sheng family was destined to be a grand, flamboyant affair. Celebrities and socialites from all circles would be invited, along with many media reporters. As the date approached, birthday gifts poured in like a tide, all registered and placed in a special storehouse.

Sheng Zhi didn’t actually like these banquets much, nor was she enthusiastic about them. After all, a birthday banquet was less about the birthday and more about a social vanity fair—a place for large and small families to exchange information and build networks. Families with younger members might even scout for future political marriage partners.

The banquet was held at the Shuifu Villa in the outskirts of Jingbei.

On the 11th, Sheng Zhi spent a long time with a dedicated styling team. Practically every strand of hair was meticulously designed. She was born with striking, bold beauty—superior bone structure and vivid features. Dressed in her formal attire, every glance and movement carried a heart-stopping, sharp charm. She was so stunning she almost didn’t look like someone who could exist in reality.

“Done?” After such a long time, Sheng Zhi was almost sleepy. Realizing the stylists and makeup artists had stopped, she snapped herself awake and asked.

“Yes, Young Lady. The styling is complete.” The members of the team were all blushing slightly.

Sheng Zhi stood up. After walking two steps, she remembered something, turned back, and winked at them with a bright smile: “Thank you.”

It was fine when she didn’t smile, but when she did, everything else paled in comparison. With her red lips and porcelain skin, she was like the most magnificent pearl. Even after her silhouette disappeared, the hearts of the styling team were still racing, unable to recover from that smile.

…How can someone be this beautiful?

Evening had arrived. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the bright lights. Inside the villa, the courtyard was filled with the scent of osmanthus, the rustle of silk, and the shimmer of jewelry. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the flow of wine, a scene of bustling prosperity rose.

“Qingfan, do I look good?” Sheng Zhi lifted her skirt and spun a few times in front of Ji Qingfan.

She was the star of the night, surrounded by a crowd as soon as she entered. Guests streamed into the hall, both familiar and new faces eager to make an impression on her. Eventually, Sheng Zhi felt her chest tighten from the crowd. Unable to stay any longer, she pulled Ji Qingfan to a restricted area on the first floor to catch her breath.

They were alone here; the environment was much quieter. At the party, there were too many people offering toasts, and Sheng Zhi was a bit tipsy. She held her skirt and spun around Ji Qingfan like a little butterfly. By the end, she fell dizzily into Ji Qingfan’s arms.

But even while dizzy, she remembered the answer she wanted: her shimmering eyes looked straight at her. “Hurry up and tell me if I look good.”

Ji Qingfan held her with a devout and cautious posture, as if she were holding a deity that belonged only to her.

“Beautiful. Jiao Jiao is exceptionally beautiful…” she said softly and gently, looking at her with infatuation as she leaned in closer.

Just as she was about to capture those rose-like lips, the owner of the lips extended a finger to block the kiss.

“No, Qingfan. Your praise is too perfunctory. I’m not satisfied. Say it again.”

Her beautiful finger pressed against her lips. Ji Qingfan gazed at her, opening her lips to take the fingertip into her mouth in an entangling motion. “Mhm, mhm… how does Jiao Jiao want me to say it?”

Her tongue was soft and moist. Sheng Zhi narrowed her seductive eyes in her slight intoxication and added another finger.

“At least praise me more. Your mouth is usually so clever, how could you not know how to say nice things?”

The subtle sound of moisture echoed in the quiet environment. Ji Qingfan clutched her gown, leaning against the wall behind her as if unable to stand, murmuring praises in a blurred tone. The overly close embrace created a sense of total intimacy, with their breaths and body heat intertwining.

Satisfied by the praise, Sheng Zhi’s cheeks glowed with a beautiful flush, her expression full of joyful love. Her knuckles were now moist; she withdrew them, looked at them for a moment under the light, and lovingly rubbed Ji Qingfan’s lips.

But just as her hand began to slide down, her wrist was gently caught. The grip wasn’t heavy. Sheng Zhi understood the meaning; she obediently kept her hand still, but bit her ear just as softly. “Qingfan, what is it?”

She bit and then kissed her, leaving a trail of soft pecks. “My hand isn’t injured. I’ve missed this so, so much lately…”

As she spoke, fully aware of her own beauty, she softened her tone and used her face to seduce her to the extreme, calling her: “Sister.”

She asked, “Doesn’t Sister want to?”

“Does Sister not like it?”

Her posture was irresistible. Sheng Zhi rarely called her “Sister,” and hearing it so suddenly made Ji Qingfan’s waist go weak.

“It’s not that, Jiao Jiao. Wait a bit more before… mhm, kissing,” she said, her whole body trembling under the teasing. “I have one more birthday gift I haven’t given to Jiao Jiao yet. Won’t Jiao Jiao come see it with me first? After tonight, the meaning will be different.”