MSRBMH Ch16

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Su Yu had no defense.

Butler Li looked deeply concerned, his voice urgent. "Doctor, do you think the young master's memory loss is related to... this slap?"

The implication was clear—this was Su Yu's fault.

The doctor pondered for a moment. "Not necessarily, but it likely played a role. The fact that he’s calling you 'wife' might also be connected to the trauma of being struck."

If time could rewind, Su Yu would’ve rather kicked Ji Yanli than slapped him.

Butler Li, on the verge of tears, turned to Su Yu with the look of a betrayed parent confronting their child’s heartless lover.

"Young Master Su... you must take responsibility for our young master."

"What?! We’re not living in the Qing Dynasty! I slapped him, I didn’t sleep with him!"

Su Yu couldn’t comprehend this logic. His fox-like eyes widened in disbelief, but the old man’s expression was dead serious.

It seemed to be a Ji family tradition—both Ji Yanli and his butler shared a common trait: shameless stubbornness.

Butler Li ignored his protests. "Young Master Su, given that your actions contributed to his condition, you must take care of him until he recovers."

Truthfully, Butler Li would’ve preferred anyone else to look after Ji Yanli—anyone but the unreliable Su Yu. But if Su Yu left now, his young master might just resort to throwing himself out a window.

Su Yu’s face darkened under the weight of this unjust blame. He turned to glare at the man on the bed.

Ji Yanli, completely unaffected by the conversation, was still staring at him—like a loyal dog awaiting its owner’s command.

In all their years of hostility, Su Yu had never seen Ji Yanli like this.

Sure, it was... novel. But also unbearable. Imagine your mortal enemy, the guy you’d punch on sight, suddenly licking your hand and calling you wife.

Who could handle that?!

After a quick examination to confirm no other injuries, the doctor prepared to leave.

"Call me if his condition changes."

Butler Li, seemingly needing further clarification, followed the doctor out.

That left Su Yu alone in the room with Ji Yanli.

It was rare for the two of them to coexist peacefully in the same space—but Su Yu felt zero satisfaction. Because the man across from him genuinely believed Su Yu was his wife.

Remembering the doctor’s words, Su Yu decided he needed to get to the bottom of this.

"Hey. Ji Yanli."

He pulled up a chair, sitting at the bedside like a negotiator facing a hostage-taker.

Ji Yanli, bandaged and pale, looked pitiful—like a fragile invalid. But his eyes burned with an unsettling intensity, locked onto Su Yu with near-obsessive focus.

"Wife... why are you calling me by my full name?"

Su Yu’s headache worsened. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Where did you get the idea that I’m your wife? Explain."

[Su Yu didn’t even deny being called ‘wife’…]
[Damn, memory loss just skipped Ji Yanli’s entire 10-year grinding phase.]
[Should’ve whacked him over the head sooner. Just grab a wine bottle next time.]

WIFE HIS ASS!

These floating comments were ridiculous. If not for the fact that he’d literally left evidence on Ji Yanli’s face, Su Yu would’ve walked out already.

Ji Yanli lowered his head, murmuring like a guilty sinner. "I was selfish... I wanted to keep you. I know you don’t like me much, but I’m learning how to treat you better. Please don’t leave me."

What kind of melodramatic soap opera nonsense was this?!

Su Yu pressed a hand to his forehead. "We don’t have some tragic love story. Get a grip."

If anything, they only had hatred—no love whatsoever.

Ji Yanli fell silent, his fingers twisting tightly into the bedsheets.

"Whatever. If you’re well enough to spout nonsense, you’re fine. I’m leaving."

The moment Su Yu moved to stand, Ji Yanli’s head snapped up—his expression darkening instantly.

"You can’t."

His voice was low, rough with something desperate.

"Wife... whatever you like, I’ll become that. Just... don’t divorce me."

DIVORCE?!

The word hit Su Yu like a thunderbolt.

"We were never married! There’s nothing to divorce! Understand?!"

Su Yu spoke rapidly, turning his face away.

The look in Ji Yanli’s eyes was too much—too raw, too possessive. It made his skin crawl.

"I don’t believe you... You’re just saying that because you’re angry."

Arguing with a delusional amnesiac was pointless.

Su Yu gave up.

"Fine. If you can find a marriage certificate when we get home, I’ll admit I’m your wife. Deal?"

He said it with confidence—because he knew no such certificate existed. Even if Ji Yanli turned the entire Ji estate upside down, he’d find nothing.

Ji Yanli suddenly turned away, his lashes trembling.

Out of the corner of his eye, Su Yu caught the way Ji Yanli’s profile looked in that moment—his high nose bridge, the shadows under his eyes, the quiet loneliness in his posture.

Had he been too harsh?

Just as Su Yu hesitated, wondering if he should soften his words—

Plip. Plip.

Two droplets fell onto the white sheets.

Then three. Four.

Ji Yanli was crying.

"WHAT THE— Why are you crying?! I didn’t bully you!"

Su Yu panicked. He had no idea how to handle this.

Just as he floundered, the door swung open—Butler Li had returned.

"Young Master!"

The old man took one look at the scene—his young master wiping away tears, while the villainous Su Yu stood over him—and snapped.

He never should’ve left them alone!

"Young Master Su! What did you do?!"

"What did I do now?!"

Su Yu was done. Every time Butler Li walked in, it was the same damn accusation.

Butler Li hastily grabbed tissues, offering them to Ji Yanli—but Ji Yanli ignored him, lifting his gaze to Su Yu instead.

His voice was hoarse, fragile.

"If I find the marriage certificate... you won’t leave me?"

This entire farce felt like Ji Yanli’s solo performance, with Su Yu and Butler Li as unwitting extras.

Butler Li looked horrified by his young master’s words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

Su Yu clenched his fists, then forcibly relaxed them.

Fine.

"Sure. Go look."

If Ji Yanli could find a marriage certificate, Su Yu would wash his hair upside down and swear off alcohol for life. 



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