After I Lost My Memory, My Ex-Husband Became My Caregiver - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The day Zhou Yan came to the hospital, I was in the middle of rehab training.

He wore a pale suit and carried a fruit basket, looking every bit like a respectable relative coming to visit a patient.

I knew who he was at a glance.

Not because of my memory.

But because when he smiled, he looked a little like Zhou Yinghuai.

Only Zhou Yinghuai’s coldness was written on his face, while his was buried in his eyes.

“Sister-in-law.”

Zhou Yan stood in the doorway of the training room.

“Long time no see.”

I held on to the railing and didn’t move.

Zhou Yinghuai immediately stepped in front of me.

Zhou Yan laughed.

“Brother, why so nervous? I only came to see Sister-in-law.”

Zhou Yinghuai’s voice was icy.

“Get out.”

Zhou Yan clicked his tongue.

“See? You’re always like this.”

He looked at me.

“Sister-in-law used to say the same thing. You never explain anything. You only know how to hide people behind you. And after all that hiding, didn’t she still almost die?”

My grip tightened on the railing.

His words struck home.

So accurately that I almost followed the pain down into that memory.

Zhou Yinghuai turned to look at me.

He didn’t reach out to cover my ears this time, nor did he call security.

He only asked, “Do you want him to leave, or do you want to hear him out?”

I froze for a moment.

Zhou Yan’s smile stiffened.

I said, “I want to hear him out.”

Zhou Yinghuai nodded and stepped back to my side.

It was such a small gesture.

But it handed the choice back to me.

Zhou Yan looked at us, his expression darkening slightly.

“Sister-in-law, you’re really not afraid?”

“I am.”

I said.

“But I’m more afraid of being treated like an idiot.”

He smiled, then took a voice recorder out of his pocket.

“Then listen to this.”

Zhou Yinghuai’s voice came from the recorder.

The background was noisy, like a parking garage.

He said, “If she really did it, I’ll deal with it myself.”

Then came my voice.

“Zhou Yinghuai, you believe him, but not me?”

The recording cut off abruptly there.

Zhou Yan said, “Sister-in-law, see? He’s always been that kind of person.”

My face went pale.

That sentence was real.

I remembered it.

That day, I had been standing in the parking garage, clutching the test report in my hand.

I had planned to tell him I was pregnant.

But he answered Zhou Yan’s call first.

He said, if she really did it, I’ll deal with it myself.

Back then, I shoved the test report back into my bag, turned around, and left.

Zhou Yinghuai stared at the voice recorder, the veins on the back of his hand standing taut.

I asked him, “Where’s the second half?”

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow.

“What second half?”

I looked at him.

“The recording cut off suddenly. That means there’s more after it.”

Zhou Yan’s smile faded.

I turned to Zhou Yinghuai. “What did you say afterward?”

Zhou Yinghuai looked at me, his voice hoarse.

“I said, if she didn’t do it, I’ll make everyone apologize to her.”

“Including myself.”

My nose stung.

Zhou Yan sneered. “Who knows what story you’re making up now?”

I raised my hand and passed my old phone to Xu Jianing.

“Play the third recording.”

Xu Jianing pressed play.

A woman’s voice came from the old phone. It was my studio assistant.

“Second Young Master Zhou, I’ve already put the brooch in Sister Su’s drawer.”

Right after that came Zhou Yan’s voice.

“The car has been arranged too. As for the dashcam in her car, remember to tamper with it beforehand.”

Zhou Yan’s expression changed.

I looked at him.

“Did you forget that I also had a very old backup recorder in my car?”

In truth, I had only just remembered it too.

Zhou Yan took a step back.

Zhou Yinghuai had already dialed a number.

“We have both witness testimony and physical evidence.”

He looked at Zhou Yan.

“This time, you’re not getting away.”

Zhou Yan suddenly lunged at me.

He moved very fast, and there was a small knife in his hand.

Zhou Yinghuai stepped in front of me.

The tip of the knife sliced across his arm.

Security rushed in and pinned Zhou Yan to the floor.

The scene descended into chaos.

But I was staring at Zhou Yinghuai’s bleeding hand.

Beside that old scar, there was now a fresh wound.

Three years ago, was this how he smashed open the car window too?

I called out to him. “Zhou Yinghuai.”

He turned back. His first reaction wasn’t to look at his own injury.

“Are you hurt?”

All at once, I wanted to cry.

It wasn’t forgiveness.

It was just that in this moment, I had finally seen that rainy night in full.