SDS: Chapter 27
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Thud!
The apple struck Su Yu’s forehead with a crisp sound before bouncing off and rolling across the floor.
Su Yu stood frozen in place, a faint red mark already blooming on his skin.
[Headshot! Critical hit!]
[Nice sound? That’s the sound of a good skull.]
[Wait, why is Ji Yanli throwing apples at his wife? Did he actually lose his memory? This wasn’t in the plot!]
[No idea. The author didn’t explain.]
Su Yu clenched his fists at his sides, chest heaving as he glared at the man on the bed. Through gritted teeth, he spat, "Ji Yanli... you did that on purpose, didn’t you?!"
His shout was so loud that the tall figure on the bed actually flinched.
Ji Yanli sat propped up against the pillows, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. His face—pale as jade—still bore the vivid imprint of Su Yu’s slap. A few strands of hair fell over his brows, and his eyes shimmered like fragile glass, as if they might shatter at the slightest touch.
"Stop pretending to be pitiful. Talk."
Su Yu couldn’t stand this act—Ji Yanli just sitting there, silent, with that infuriating expression.
"Wife... mmph—"
Before he could finish, Su Yu’s hand shot out, clamping over those thin lips. His face cycled through shades of red and white before he finally managed to choke out, "What the hell are you calling me?!"
[Did I just hear that…? (jaw drops)
[HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONE WHO SAID THAT]
[Who said memory loss was bad? This is perfect…]
[Wait, how did Ji Yanli lose his memory? He seems kinda dumb now.]
Ji Yanli stared up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears, as if on the verge of crying.
Then—
A wet, warm swipe against Su Yu’s palm.
He’d been licked. Again.
Su Yu recoiled instantly, staring at the dampness on his hand in horror.
"Are you a dog?! Licking people out of nowhere?!"
In the past, if Su Yu had called Ji Yanli a dog, the man would’ve scoffed and fired back with something like, "Aren’t you the stray mutt?"
But the Ji Yanli in front of him now just tilted his head slightly and murmured, so quietly Su Yu almost missed it:
"Your dog."
DOG MY ASS!
Su Yu stumbled back like he’d been electrocuted, then spun around and bolted out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Butler Li was still waiting outside. The moment Su Yu emerged, he hurried over.
"Young Master Su! What did the young master say?"
What did he say?
How the hell was Su Yu supposed to repeat that?!
A throbbing pain started behind Su Yu’s temples. "Ji Yanli’s brain is actually broken."
Butler Li nodded solemnly. "Yes, as I mentioned earlier—he’s lost his memory."
Su Yu nearly tore his hair out. "It’s not just memory loss! He’s insane now! Do you understand?! Split personality!"
If Ji Yanli wasn’t insane, why would he mistake Su Yu for his wife?!
Butler Li still didn’t seem to grasp the severity. "I’m not quite following. The doctor said it might be due to severe trauma to the head."
When Su Yu had first entered the room, he hadn’t noticed any major injuries—just that bandage around Ji Yanli’s forehead.
Before he could say anything else, the doctor arrived. Seeing the two lingering outside the door, he reached for the handle. "Why are you standing out here? I need to examine him."
"Don’t open it—!"
"There are projectiles—!"
Their warnings came too late.
The doctor turned his head just in time for another apple to slam straight into his face.
Inside the room, Ji Yanli was already holding another apple, poised to throw. Su Yu’s headache intensified. "Butler Li... who the hell gave him those apples?!"
Before the butler could answer, Ji Yanli’s voice rang out again from the bed:
"Wife..."
The moment that word left his mouth, the doctor, Butler Li, and Su Yu all froze.
Three grown men stood in that room—one married, one elderly, and one young.
Which one of them was the "wife"?!
"Young Master, you’re delirious now?!"
Butler Li rushed to Ji Yanli’s side, frantically checking his condition before turning to the doctor. "Doctor, has his condition worsened? He’s hallucinating now!"
Adjusting his glasses, the doctor approached with professional calm—only for Ji Yanli to smack his hand away the moment he reached out.
"Don’t touch me."
Ji Yanli’s gaze was icy with warning as he glared at the doctor—then instantly softened when it landed on Su Yu. His lips pursed in something dangerously close to a pout.
"Wife... why won’t you come over...? Do you hate me now...?"
Whether his condition had truly deteriorated or not, the story he was spinning was getting more outrageous by the second.
The doctor’s eyes slid toward Su Yu behind his glasses.
"You’re his wife? Hold him down for me. I need to examine him."
Su Yu couldn’t even begin to explain. "No, I’m not his wife."
The doctor ignored him. "You’re the only one who can restrain him right now. Wife or not, just help."
For the sake of medical science, Su Yu reluctantly stepped forward and grabbed Ji Yanli’s wrists.
Instantly, Ji Yanli stopped resisting—just staring up at Su Yu with those unsettlingly docile eyes as the doctor worked.
Half an hour later, the results were in.
The three of them huddled two meters away from the bed to discuss the diagnosis.
The doctor shook his head. "This is... complicated. Preliminary assessment suggests memory disorientation caused by severe trauma combined with psychological shock. Right now, he seems to be operating within his own constructed reality."
Butler Li paled. "What do we do?! The young master has corporate affairs to manage! Those old bastards on the board have been waiting for a chance to undermine him—if they find out, they’ll tear the Ji family apart!"
Su Yu glanced back at Ji Yanli—only to find the man still staring at him.
He turned away. "How do we fix this?"
Ji Yanli did oversee multiple companies. While Su Yu couldn’t care less about corporate politics, his paycheck was technically in Ji Yanli’s hands.
The doctor pondered for a moment. "Cases like this... recovery is gradual. Best-case scenario, a few months. Worst-case? Several years."
Then, adjusting his glasses, the doctor added, "There’s one thing I’ve been meaning to ask—who gave him that slap mark? The psychological shock might be linked to it."
The owner of that slap mark stiffened, forcing an awkward laugh.
"Ah... who could it be...?"
Butler Li, ever the traitor, opened his mouth to expose him—
—when Ji Yanli suddenly spoke up from the bed, gaze sliding past the doctor to land on Su Yu.
"My wife didn’t hit me."
Wow. Subtle.
The doctor’s sharp eyes snapped to Su Yu. Without hesitation, he grabbed Su Yu’s hand—and pressed it directly against Ji Yanli’s cheek.
A perfect match.
Su Yu’s fingers twitched against the warm skin. The evidence was irrefutable.
His eye twitched.
The doctor raised a brow.
"Funny. This slap mark fits your hand exactly."
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