Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 11

In S City, Jing Michu woke up with three big sneezes in a row. With dark circles under her eyes, she climbed out of bed and muttered, “Who’s badmouthing me?”

“Miss, your custom-made AI photo album has arrived,” Xiaoye said, secretly glancing at her boss. Because her cousin had gone missing, Jing Michu had been worried and hadn’t slept well for days. Xiaoye cautiously asked, “Miss, where should I put the album?”

Jing Michu had commissioned the AI album a year ago from a hot new tech company. Due to overwhelming demand, she had to wait for a year on the list. She also provided a large collection of photos, audio clips, and chat logs between her and Miss Qiao to create this AI photo album—a gift more expensive than gold—which she had intended to give to Miss Qiao for her birthday.

Unfortunately, the item had arrived, but Miss Qiao had broken up with her.

Almost half a year had passed since then.

“Just put it here for now,” Jing Michu said, her eyes slightly lowered, an unreadable emotion in them. “Tell the butler to get the car ready. I need to go out.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Jing Michu went downstairs and bowed three times before her mother’s portrait. “Mom, we still haven’t found my cousin. It’s been six days. Please watch over her from heaven and keep her safe. Also, please watch over the company.”

The car arrived at her friend’s house. Jing Michu was there to ask about her cousin’s whereabouts. Unexpectedly, when she went inside, someone was already there.

The person was in a black suit, with his hair meticulously combed. He had a handsome face and was none other than Yang Yifan, the adopted son of the Wen family.

Jing Michu didn’t like this person.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to ask about Shuyan’s whereabouts…”

“That’s ‘Miss.’ Is ‘Shuyan’ a name you’re allowed to use?” Jing Michu stared coldly at the handsome man who was a few years older than her cousin. She squinted her eyes, her face showing undisguised disgust.

The man didn’t seem to mind her unfriendliness and remained submissive and respectful. “She’s been out of contact for several days, and I’m very worried. I keep thinking about Miss these past few days.”

The friend tried to smooth things over. “Michu, Yifan is also worried about his sister. I’ve already used my connections to look for her. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know as soon as I have news.”

Jing Michu stayed to talk to Mr. Qin. When she saw Yang Yifan still standing nearby, she frowned and said, “Don’t you have anything to do? Are you free?”

Yang Yifan replied, “Oh, okay. I’ll go to the company then.”

Jing Michu waited until he was gone before saying to Mr. Qin, “Uncle Qin, you were a longtime friend of my mom and my aunt and uncle. Be honest, what do you think happened to my cousin?”

Mr. Qin said, “No one has called for a ransom, so it’s probably not a kidnapping. Yanyan keeps a low profile, stays at home most of the time, and doesn’t have any enemies or romantic troubles, so it’s unlikely to be revenge. But Yanyan’s two bodyguards—one is dead and the other is missing—so there must be something wrong. Once we find the missing bodyguard, we’ll know what happened that day. Don’t worry. I’ve asked my friends to look into it.”

Jing Michu said, “Thank you, Uncle Qin. Money is no object. I just want to find my cousin. As you know, my aunt and uncle only have two daughters. My other cousin has been missing for three years, and now my older cousin is gone.”

At this point, Jing Michu couldn’t continue. She hadn’t slept well for days, and her eyes were bloodshot. Now, with a surge of emotion, the tip of her nose turned red. “I should have asked more questions. She said she was leaving S City because she had a lead on my other cousin’s whereabouts. I should have asked for more details and found out who she was meeting and where… I don’t know how my cousin is now or if she’s even still alive.”

“Michu, don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known this would happen. With my years of experience, I believe your cousin is still alive.”

“Really?”

Mr. Qin said, “It’s just a feeling. Something dangerous must have happened to your cousin that day. But since she hasn’t shown up, either she’s in hiding or something else happened to her.”

Jing Michu felt more and more confused. “What else could happen? Could a good samaritan have saved her? Why wouldn’t she call me then? Or was she held captive? But why isn’t anyone asking for money? If they don’t even want money, did my cousin run into a pervert who just wanted her because she’s beautiful?”

Mr. Qin tried to comfort her. “Michu, don’t overthink things. You need to relax, or you’ll make yourself sick. Leave the search for Yanyan to me. I’ll let you know as soon as I have news.”

Yan Qingqi opened the door, and Song Tingxue sprang up from the living room sofa like a rabbit, running toward the entryway. “You’re back.”

When she had woken up earlier and found no one beside her, she had instantly woken up with a start.

Just as she was wondering if their passionate night was all a beautiful dream, she felt something different about her body. Looking down, she saw that she was covered in marks under the blanket.

Red marks on her pale skin—intimate and eye-catching.

Song Tingxue’s face immediately flushed. She looked over at the nightstand beside the bed. Beside her phone was her wedding ring, and a note was tucked under it.

Song Tingxue picked it up and read: Wife, you’re awake. Did you sleep well? I went to get some coffee. I didn’t run around, and I’ll be back soon.

Signed: Songsong’s A-Yan.

Song Tingxue held the note and sat on the bed for a long time, smiling all the while.

“Yep.” Yan Qingqi gave her a bright smile. “Wife, I bought coffee for you, and a cup for myself too.”

Song Tingxue immediately saw the K-Coffee bag. “How did you know I like K-Coffee?” She opened the bag and saw it was indeed a cappuccino. She smiled and asked, “How did you know I like cappuccinos?”

Song Tingxue was wearing casual loungewear today, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Yan Qingqi instinctively reached up to scratch her head, but her hand stopped at the bandage. “I, uh, I remembered. Didn’t you always like it?”

Song Tingxue didn’t expose her. She looked up at her and smiled.

She realized her A-Yan had this little habit: she would instinctively scratch her head when she was trying to hide something. Yan Qingqi’s fair, clear face had a natural innocence that made her already beautiful features look even softer and more gentle. Her facial features were deep and well-defined, but they didn’t appear sharp. Instead, they had a composed and dignified air.

Song Tingxue thought to herself, She’s a true high-class young lady.

“Oh! You made a salad? I was going to make one when I got back.” The high-class lady let out a rare exclamation.

Song Tingxue walked over and sat down at the dining table. “Did I not make my salad well?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. You’re a big star. You should relax during your rare time off. You should leave these things to me.”

“Making a salad isn’t a lot of trouble. It’s easy. You just have to mix it up.”

Yan Qingqi was a little stunned by what she said. It did sound simple.

“Then wait a minute. I’ll go fry two eggs and toast some bread.”

The two of them sat at the dining table and ate. After Song Tingxue had eaten a small piece of toast, there was a plop as a piece of chicken breast landed on her plate.

Song Tingxue frowned. “I don’t eat this.”

Chicken breast was one of the foods she hated most!

Since she started acting, the things she ate the most were raw cucumbers, raw tomatoes, and boiled chicken breast. These three things were a culinary nightmare for her. She had sworn countless times that one day she would never eat these three things again.

Okay, my wife really hates this.

Yan Qingqi said, “Then let’s trade. You can have this toasted chicken wing. I’ll eat the chicken breast.”

Movie star Song happily agreed without a second thought.

Watching Yan Qingqi eat the boiled chicken breast without a single complaint, with her gentle features and elegant smile, Song Tingxue put down her fork and gave a cat-like meow. “A-Yan.”

When Yan Qingqi turned around, soft lips landed on hers. Her wife gave her a sweet and fresh kiss.

“I have to go back to the set tomorrow, but we have an entire day and night to be together today.”

“Okay!” Yan Qingqi was very happy that her movie star wife had time off.

Song Tingxue asked, “What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go to the park and fly a kite.”

Yan Qingqi didn’t know why she had said she wanted to fly a kite, but the words just came out. It was as if this was something she did in her free time.

“Then we’ll go fly a kite.” Song Tingxue hugged her, burying her head in her chest and looking up at her. There was an indescribable fondness in her cool eyes.

Yan Qingqi held her tightly, her eyes full of smiles.

My wife loves me so much. I must have loved her a lot before too.

Thinking this, Yan Qingqi felt even happier, because she felt that she loved her wife even more now!

They sat at the dining table like any other loving couple, hugging and smiling, looking into each other’s eyes.

“A-Yan, I love you.”

Yan Qingqi lowered her head and gave her wife’s soft, pink lips a kiss. “I love you too.”

“Say it again. I want to hear it.”

“I love you, Songsong. I love you…” Yan Qingqi wrapped her arms around Songsong’s slim, soft waist, pulling her close. “Songsong, let’s be sweet to each other for the rest of our lives.”

The rest of our lives?

Song Tingxue froze for a moment. “Okay, sweet to each other for the rest of our lives.”

Author’s Note:

My darlings, I love you all so much. I hope you’ll continue to support me as always~~~