MSRBMH Ch 17

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Su Yu had been a little worried. After all, Ji Yanli had lost his memory, so he probably wouldn’t be as adept at handling company affairs as before.

But the reality was—he’d overthought it. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, a talented person would always be talented.

When Su Yu was called into the office for the fourth time, he finally couldn’t take it anymore: “What the hell is it this time? The first time, your coffee was cold. The second time, your pen ran out of ink. The third time, there was a fly. And now?”

He had been working on some data on his computer—something Mia had just handed to him—and was already irritated. Being constantly summoned by Ji Yanli only made his temper flare. His voice rose unconsciously.

Ji Yanli didn’t get angry after being yelled at. Instead, he lightly tapped his pen on the desk twice and said, “Wife, I missed you a little.”

“Shut up.”

Su Yu was startled and quickly turned to confirm the door was closed. 

He glared at Ji Yanli. “How many times have I told you? I’m not your wife.”

Those words seemed to touch a nerve. Ji Yanli’s eyes darkened instantly, and his fingers tightened around the pen. 

“Wife, are you still angry? You know, if you try to run away, I won’t mind locking you up.”

Recently, this man’s imagination had grown increasingly wild. It was as if some switch had been flipped—he kept spouting outrageous things, each more unacceptable than the last.

Su Yu’s temple throbbed. “We live in a society governed by law. Locking someone up is a crime.”

Ji Yanli’s voice softened, laced with something obsessive. “You’re my wife. No one will find out.”

Alright, if he kept trying to reason with a madman, he would be the one with a problem.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door. Mia’s cool, composed voice came from outside.

“President Ji, I need to report something.”

Ji Yanli set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of lazy indifference. “Come in.”

His expression was perfectly normal, his lips relaxed without a trace of a smile—exactly the same as before his amnesia.

[Holy shit, that face change—did he learn it in Sichuan?]

[Six-six-six, I’m starting to suspect President Ji never even lost his memory… Is he just acting?]

[But based on President Ji’s personality, he wouldn’t dare say those things to his wife. He’d be too scared of scaring her away.]

Acting…

Su Yu glanced at the man. He had wondered the same thing—whether Ji Yanli was faking it. But based on his understanding of Ji Yanli, he doubted the man could pull off such an act.

The first time he met Ji Yanli was at a banquet.

It was a grand gathering of the elite—though “grand” was a stretch. It was really just a bunch of upper-class socialites coming together to exchange their fragile, superficial connections.

At the time, Su Yu had just turned eighteen and was still a spoiled rich kid, carefree and unruly.

Young Master Su might not have had many virtues, but as Shen Le had once said, his face was his greatest asset.

Dressed in a white suit, he stood out effortlessly just by being there.

His features were exquisite, with striking fox-like eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned. His light eyebrows softened the sharpness of his gaze, giving him an air of cool, detached allure.

A few young masters were willing to strike up a conversation with him because of his looks, and Su Yu simply smiled faintly and drank with them.

But scenes like this bored him. There was no excitement—he’d rather be at an arcade playing games.

Then, the room suddenly buzzed with noise. That was when Su Yu noticed the man who had just entered.

It was his first time seeing Ji Yanli.

Around the same age as him, the young man wore a black suit, his tall, straight posture exuding nobility from head to toe.

His bangs were swept to the sides with gel, revealing a forehead that made his cold, striking face even more intimidating.

Su Yu watched as someone approached Ji Yanli to chat. Whatever was said, Ji Yanli’s expression darkened instantly. He set his glass down on a tray, and because they weren’t far apart, Su Yu heard his words clearly.

“Get lost. Don’t make me say it again.”

The person who had approached fled in panic.

Ji Yanli was like an arrow loaded with hostility—never bending to anyone, never deigning to acknowledge anyone. Much less someone like Su Yu, a reckless troublemaker.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Su Yu could only think one thing:

If Ji Yanli could ever open his mouth and call him wife, then the apocalypse must be near.

There was no way he could fake that.

“President Ji, there’s a banquet tonight that you’re required to attend. I’ve already sent you the location and time. Would you like me to arrange a female companion for you?”

At banquets like these, it was customary for every young master or lady to bring a companion—mostly for the sake of appearances.

Ji Yanli tapped his fingers on the desk twice. “No need. Assistant Su will accompany me.”

Mia glanced at Su Yu, who was standing off to the side spacing out. Her eyes flickered with suspicion, and she hesitated before speaking. “President Ji, tonight’s banquet isn’t particularly important, but both the Shen and Su families—our collaborators—will be there. Bringing him along might be… inappropriate.”

The youngest son of the Su family working as an assistant to Ji Yanli? If word got out, where would Old Master Su’s dignity go? It would only make it seem like the Ji family was insulting them.

“I’ll handle it.”

Once Ji Yanli made a decision, no one could change it.

Mia wanted to argue further—Su Yu’s professional skills were still lacking, and bringing him along would only cause trouble. But before she could say anything, the look in the man’s eyes made her heart sink.

Reluctantly, she conceded. “Understood, President Ji. The outfits have been prepared and will be sent to the dressing room shortly.”

After relaying the necessary information, Mia walked out in her high heels, giving Su Yu a meaningful glance as she passed him.

Su Yu watched her leave the office, then turned back to Ji Yanli. The moment the door closed, the man’s expression shifted again.

Ji Yanli looked at him, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile that made Su Yu’s heart skip a beat.

When he smiled, he looked completely different—his brows relaxed, no longer furrowed, and his usually inscrutable gaze became transparently easy to read.

Su Yu couldn’t help but think of a description: He really does look like a puppy.

“Wife, come with me to the banquet tonight. I don’t want to be apart from you for too long.”

That term of address was enough to make Su Yu bristle. “I told you, I’m not your wife.”

He hadn’t seen Yan Chu in a while—the last time they’d met was when a bunch of rich kids went fishing together. Would Yan Chu be at the banquet tonight?

Originally, he hadn’t planned on attending. But the thought made him hesitate. These past few days with Ji Yanli had left him feeling… off.

He desperately needed to see Song Yanchu to confirm that his brain hadn’t gone as haywire as Ji Yanli’s.

“Don’t say anything weird at the banquet tonight.”

Su Yu laid down three rules for Ji Yanli: “No calling me wife, no touching me randomly, and the less you speak, the better. Got it?”

That should cover most of it and prevent any unnecessary scenes.

Ji Yanli was already dissatisfied with the first rule. His frown deepened with each one, and by the end, his expression had cooled considerably.

“Why can’t I call you wife?”

“If you dare call me that, I’ll quit and move abroad.”

If Ji Yanli actually said it in public, Su Yu really wouldn’t be able to stay in the country anymore.

Unexpectedly, the threat worked. Ji Yanli pressed his lips together unhappily and forced out a stiff, monosyllabic reply.

“…Fine.” 

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