Chapter 93 - 93 Mistook Him As Her Lover in This Life
93 Mistook Him As Her Lover in This Life
Shen Yi followed him to the surveillance room.
Pei Zhi, who was staying in the ward, held her fair right hand and stood by her side like a guardian.
The anesthetic wore off half an hour later.
Lin Jiao, who had woken up slowly, teared up when she saw the anxious face.
She sobbed. “Uncle…”
“I’m here.” Pei Zhi leaned over in a panic.
He wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes and said in a low voice, “It’s safe now. Don’t cry, okay?”
Lin Jiao couldn’t stop crying.
She placed her hand on his wrist and tried to hide in his arms like a fragile kitten. “Hug me.”
“What?”
“Hug.”
A trace of confusion flashed across Pei Zhi’s eyes.
He adjusted the height of the bed and sat back down. “Jiaojiao, are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” Lin Jiao touched the gauze on her head and leaned into his arms.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love after crying.
Pei Zhi looked at her silently.
He frowned, unable to ignore the strange feeling in his heart. “Jiaojiao, what did you…”
A soft lips pressed against his, catching him off guard.
Lin Jiao pressed her lips against his, her eyes smiling as if she was excited to kiss him.
Her action really frightened Pei Zhi.
He gripped the railing of the bed tightly. Before he could regain his senses and retreat, he heard a gasp.
“What the f*ck!” Shen Yi, who never cursed, couldn’t help but curse.
Not to mention Zhou Yanshen, who was beside him.
“President Pei, you hid it quite well.” His gaze shifted between Lin Jin and Pei Zhi. “It hasn’t been long, but you’ve already developed to this extent.”
“Not like that.” Pei Zhi tried to stabilize his breathing.
He glanced at Lin Jiao, whose ears were red, and pointed at his temple, hinting at something.
After all, they had been brothers for many years. After getting the hint, their expressions suddenly became serious.
“I’m going to call the doctor.” Shen Yi immediately turned around, but Zhou Yanshen was still rooted to the ground.
He looked at Lin Jiao up and down like he was looking at an ape in a zoo until the doctor arrived.
The head of the psychiatry department, who was called back to the hospital on his way home, appeared with a pen and paper.
For the sake of confidentiality, he said, “Wait outside. I’ll talk to her first.”
“Can I sit in?” Shen Yi was worried but also curious about this case.
Thinking that he had studied psychology before, the director did not intend to stop him. “Then keep quiet.”
Shen Yi knew the rules. “Okay.”
He pushed the shoulders of the two people beside him and closed the door without saying a word.
Pei Zhi, who was pulled to the end of the corridor by Zhou Yanshen, sat on the chair and smoked with mixed feelings.
He looked at the crescent moon, the emotions in his eyes hidden by the billowing smoke. “Do you think she mistook me as Gu Quan?”
Zhou Yanshen really could not answer this question.
He placed his left hand on Pei Zhi’s shoulder. “Didn’t the doctor say that she will return to normal after the blood clot in her brain disappears?”
Pei Zhi understood what he meant.
“I don’t want to be like this.” The smile on his lips became more like a sad one. “I don’t want her to mistake me as Gu Quan.”
It was unbearable even if it was only for a minute or a second.
Zhou Yanshen sighed. “Don’t be too pessimistic. Let’s wait for the results.”
Pei Zhi remained silent.
He counted the time in his heart, as if he was waiting for the impending death.
When he heard the sound of footsteps, his feet were already surrounded by cigarette butts, and even his throat was hoarse from nicotine.
“President Pei, congratulations.” Seeing his dejected expression, Shen Yi didn’t want to tease him.
He sat between the two of them. “You don’t even have to confess. You can start dating immediately.”
Pei Zhi’s back tensed. “What do you mean?”
“The reason her memory is confused is that she confused dreams with reality.”
“Dreams?”
“That’s right.” Shen Yi chuckled. “In her memory, you’re her husband in her previous life and her lover in this life.”
After hearing him talk about the content of her dreams, Pei Zhi felt even more complicated and was unable to calm down.
He thought of her red eyes that day and did not know whether to be happy or worried.
“Can I tell her the truth?”
“You can’t.”
Shen Yi continued, “Lin Jiao doesn’t feel safe now. If you break her mental state rashly, she’ll easily develop self-doubt, panic, and depression, and perhaps something even worse.”
Zhou Yanshen looked at Pei Zhi anxiously. “Isn’t this what you want all along? Just treat it as fostering a relationship with her.”
“I think so too,” Shen Yi agreed.
He knew that Pei Zhi was not ready and tried to persuade him. “Lin Jiao must have you in her heart. Don’t feel too pressured.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Just the fact that she didn’t dream of us becoming her husband explains everything, doesn’t it?”
Pei Zhi was speechless.
He actually couldn’t refute that.
Pei Zhi leaned back in his chair, his heart racing. “How long will it take for her to recover?”
“I can’t say for sure.”
“Then does she still recognize the people around her?”
“She might not recognize those whom she isn’t familiar with.”
Shen Yi blew out a puff of smoke and told him a few things to take note of. “You should go in to keep her company. After all, you are her husband from her previous life.”
Pei Zhi’s heart skipped a beat.
He stood up and walked to the door of the ward. Before placing his hand on the doorknob, he took deep breaths to calm himself down.
“Uncle, I want to eat cake.” When he sat down, Lin Jiao leaned into his arms like before.
“What flavor?”
“Matcha.”
Pei Zhi put his arm around her as he ordered cakes on the app.
He showed her the screen and asked gently, “What else do you want?”
“Watermelon milkshake.”
Lin Jiao stared at his handsome face. After he was done ordering, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down.
She kissed the side of his face. “A reward.”
She might as well kill him…
Pei Zhi tried his best to stop his beating heart from jumping out of his chest.
In order to prevent her from kissing him now and then, he stroked her long hair and coaxed, “Jiaojiao, it’s not good to do this in the hospital.”
“There’s no one else here.”
“But there are surveillance cameras,” he pointed at the vent and said in all seriousness.
Lin Jiao was about to look in the direction he was pointing when he grabbed her chin.
“Does your head still hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Then sleep for a while.” Pei Zhi carefully helped her lie down. “I’ll wake you up when the takeout arrives.”
“Come up on the bed with me.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
Lin Jiao insisted on him sleeping with her.
She slowly turned over and rested her head on his arm in satisfaction. “Uncle, can I make a request?”