Forgotten Love - Chapter 19
A person who disappeared for twelve years.
In the past month, I’ve actually heard her name twice.
If, last time, when Mom suddenly mentioned Lin Jiao,
I only thought she was casually questioning Gu Huaian about her.
But this time, Yang Fan’s words made me start to doubt-
Did Mom already know that Lin Jiao had returned?
But…
I recalled the way Mom spoke that day:
Her probing, her nervousness, and then, her deliberate change of topic.
None of it seemed like how someone would act when mentioning the enemy who caused her husband’s death.
And then, the child Yang Fan mentioned at the end…
I couldn’t help but space out, my hand unconsciously touching my flat stomach.
Back then, after Gu Huaian and Lin Jiao got together,
I didn’t pay much attention to what happened between them.
At that time, my relationship with Gu Huaian had deteriorated; we treated each other like air.
Besides, every time I ran into the two of them, I’d feel inexplicably stifled inside.
So, out of sight, out of mind; out of earshot, out of trouble.
Before I could sort out my own feelings, I simply chose to avoid dealing with it.
Later, Lin Jiao betrayed the Gu Family and indirectly caused the death of Old Gu.
After I married Gu Huaian, at first, things were a bit awkward between us.
Until the incident with Yang Fan drugging us happened.
The two of us, confused and muddled, ended up in bed together.
That was my first intimate encounter with a man.
And Gu Huaian’s behavior that day didn’t seem like someone with much experience…
Ugh, headache.
I pressed my throbbing temples.
Lin Jiao’s matter is like a fog,
leaving me completely clueless, unable to glimpse the truth.
Last night, after Yang Fan sent Lin Jiao’s new number to Gu Huaian,
Gu Huaian didn’t reply to him again.
I remembered, after hanging up the phone,
Gu Huaian hesitated several times, wanting to speak but stopping.
He sat in silence for hours in the middle of the night.
And this morning, when we had breakfast together,
his evasive gaze and the awkward, half-hearted small talk.
A feeling I couldn’t quite describe gradually welled up inside me.
When Gu Huaian was eighteen, did he choose to hide things from me…
I looked at the string of numbers on the computer,
and sent a message to the private detective agency.
I have a vague feeling that what happened back then might not be so simple.
If Lin Jiao really is guilty,
then, no matter whose child it is,
I could never let this dangerous woman get close to Gu Huaian again.
Especially since Gu Huaian has lost his memory and still seems to have lingering feelings for Lin Jiao.
But what if Lin Jiao was actually wronged…
It’s even possible that Gu Huaian’s parents know the truth,
and only Gu Huaian himself has been kept in the dark…
My heart suddenly sank.
I didn’t want to think about it anymore.
