Chapter 2
Xu Shiyan's POV
I was a little bored and confused on the bed when the nurse came in.
"Xu Shiyan, your friend is here," she said. I turned my face to notice a tall figure dressed in a yellow top and black trousers. He looked a little feminine—someone you could easily mistake for fragile. This was the first time I would ever use the word "cute" to describe a man.
"Xu Shiyan," he called out. Even his voice lacked the usual masculine depth.
I looked at him, confused, because I could not remember him at all. Yet, there was this faint sense of déjà vu—but after that, nothing. "Who are you, please?" I could not help but ask.
"Xu Shiyan, why do you like to tease me?" the man said, a little angry. I was very sure that if I was not lying sick on this bed, he would have loved to punch me.
"First of all, you blocked me because of your husband, and now you are telling me you do not remember me? Then why did you even call me?"
I was surprised. This was the third person who had told me I had a husband. But why would I dump this guy because of some so-called "husband"?
"He doesn't remember you," the nurse finally said when she noticed the tension in the ward.
"What do you mean he doesn't remember me?" he asked, his eyes now fixed on the nurse.
"Your friend has selective amnesia. He does not remember anything that happened five years ago," she added.
"Yes. I only remembered taking a nap in class before I woke up here," I explained.
"But you finished school three years ago."
"I just found out about that information, which is shocking," I said.
He walked to the chair placed near my bed and sat down. I was curious to know who he was. "What's your name and how are you related to me?"
"My name is Fu Ze, the one and only close friend you had. But you had to block me because your husband did not like how close we were," he said, with a little sarcasm at the end.
"But now, he is nowhere to be found."
"You look like an abandoned wife whose husband was stolen by a vixen."
Hearing that, he was a little annoyed. "This abandoned wife will take himself and go."
He was already about to stand up. "Wait now, do you want to leave a confused patient like me all alone? I don't even know anyone apart from you."
Seeing my pitiful look, he sat back down. "It's because I have a kind heart, unlike someone." I knew he was obviously referring to me.
"Can you tell me about my husband?" I asked, a little curious about who this so-called husband was.
I could see the change in expression on his face, but he still reluctantly answered. "I do not know much about him. One day, you just changed. I hardly saw you anymore. It was not until I saw an expensive car pass through the school environment that I noticed you. You and a man came out. When I confronted you, you told me you were married. I was so shocked."
"Did I say who proposed first?" I could not help but ask, because I did not expect to get married to a woman, let alone a man—especially considering my cold, detached personality.
"Yes, you told me you liked him so much that you were the one who pursued him until he finally said yes."
"Me?" I pointed at myself in shock. That meant I must have loved that guy a lot to actually propose to him. "I," who never even bothered with love, actually asked a man out. Now I was truly curious to know who this man was.
"Yes, you. I was also shocked when I heard. There were so many girls who wrote confession letters to you. But you decided to fall for an old man," he said, looking at me with disgust.
"How old is he?" I could not help but ask.
"I think around 35," he replied.
"That's about a 10-year difference!" I exclaimed, slightly stunned at myself.
"Yes, you blocked me for a 30-something-year-old man."
I almost laughed at his sarcasm but decided not to aggravate him further.
"Yes, my former self was stupid. I blocked such a cute guy for an old man," I said, teasing him a little.
He blushed. "Stop teasing me."
My phone rang, disrupting our conversation. I glanced at the name saved on it, and my heart skipped a beat as I said out loud, "Li Wenhao."
Hearing his name, Fu Ze sneered. "Your husband is calling. Why do you not pick up?"
I was about to drop the phone. I did not know why, but I did not feel like picking up—maybe it was embarrassment. I do not know. But this life is a bitch—my hand slipped and picked it up.
"Xu Shiyan," a deep voice came from the phone. The whole ward became quiet because of his voice. It was hypnotizing.
I felt my ear itch in response. I turned, only to see my so-called friend's blushing face red. This idiot.
"Mm," I answered.
"You finally answered my call," he said, his voice sounding a little depressed. I shook my head, trying to ignore it.
"I hope you have not forgotten the divorce?" he asked.
"Which divorce?" I asked, a little confused.
"What do you mean? You were the one who asked for the divorce," the man replied, clearly shocked by my question.
I was also shocked. Did they not say we loved each other? Then why were we getting a divorce? Why was I the one who proposed it?
"Xu Shiyan is in the hospital and you only called to ask about divorce?" Fu Ze shouted.
"Hospital?" Li Wenhao asked across the phone. I could have sworn I heard worry in his tone.
"I had an accident. I am sorry, but I cannot remember what happened five years ago. So I do not know anything about the divorce," I said.