Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 4

This is a two-story villa. Song Tingxue led A-Yan on a slow tour, from the first floor to the second.

“Why do I feel like I don’t remember this place at all?” Yan Qingqi thought it was strange. If they were a couple, she should be very familiar with their home and have a very intimate feeling.

But Yan Qingqi felt like a stranger.

“This is our new house that I bought for us. We’ll live here after we get married.”

Yan Qingqi nodded. So it’s a new house. No wonder when she woke up in the bedroom, it felt like someone lived there but also didn’t. Everything was too neat and tidy, almost sterile. Yet the strawberry cake slippers on her feet were so cute, and she guessed that the owner of those shoes must be in a good mood every day.

“Um, what do I do for a living?” What Yan Qingqi really wanted to ask was, Am I just a kept person?

She hadn’t seen a computer or a desk of her own. Her soft and delicate hands didn’t look like they had done heavy labor, nor was her skin dark from running around in the sun and rain to deliver food or packages. If she didn’t work, then her movie queen girlfriend must be supporting her.

Song Tingxue said, “You don’t need to work. Just rest and recover at home.”

So I really am a kept person!

Yan Qingqi was surprised and a little touched. Her girlfriend had been supporting her for who knows how many years, yet she was still so considerate of her pride as an Alpha.

On second thought, it was no wonder Xiaole called her “pretty useless” and “pretty simpleton” behind her back.

“When I’m all better, I want to go out and find a job.”

“No, you don’t.” Song Tingxue blurted out, immediately rejecting the idea.

Yan Qingqi: “…”

“It’s enough for me to just have you by my side. I don’t need you to work. My acting fees are more than enough to support us.”

Yan Qingqi thought about it. If she got a job, she’d only make a few thousand yuan a month. Even if she did well and got promoted, a few tens of thousands would be the absolute most she could hope for, which really couldn’t compare to her big-star girlfriend’s salary.

More importantly, if she worked, she wouldn’t have time to spend with her girlfriend.

Objectively speaking, it really wasn’t a good deal. When you compared the two, being a kept person was the most cost-effective option.

They went into the bedroom, and Song Tingxue pulled her onto the sofa to sit down. “Are you tired? Does your head hurt today?”

Yan Qingqi pointed to her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt as long as I don’t use my brain.”

Song Tingxue gently stroked the bandage on her head with a hint of apology. “When we go to register our marriage tomorrow, we’ll temporarily remove the bandage and put on a little makeup.”

The marriage felt a little rushed, but Yan Qingqi understood. As Xiaole said, they were already lovers. After an unexpected reunion, her big-star girlfriend decided to marry her right away, which was a good outcome for their secret relationship.

Yan Qingqi’s lips curved. “I should put on some makeup. Otherwise, I’ll be too ugly and won’t be worthy of my beautiful girlfriend.”

“A-Yan,” Song Tingxue caressed her face, then parted the hair by her ear and touched her ear. Her fingers trailed down to the small mole on her neck. She leaned in and kissed the small mole with great affection.

The faint scent of her breath fell on her neck. Yan Qingqi’s breathing hitched, and her body trembled slightly. The sudden intimacy seemed to make her a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t reject her girlfriend’s affection.

Song Tingxue didn’t intend to go any further. She just kissed the small mole, her soft lips gently caressing her white neck, showing the utmost tenderness.

A current seemed to flow through her neck. Yan Qingqi felt half her body go numb. Her hands around her girlfriend’s waist tightened, and she embraced her beautiful, gentle, and cool goddess.

“Songsong, is that what I usually call you?”

Song Tingxue sat up straight. When she looked up, a bright light flickered in her clear eyes, and a hint of a blush lingered on the corners of her eyes.

She smiled and reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, I like it when you call me that.”

Seeing that she liked it, Yan Qingqi called her “Songsong” again.

Song Tingxue smiled in response, in a very good mood.

“Songsong, I’m sorry I forgot you. When my head is better, I’ll slowly remember everything.”

Yan Qingqi felt very sorry and guilty. How could she have forgotten such a good girlfriend? She had even forgotten their past sweet memories.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Song Tingxue buried her head in Yan Qingqi’s chest, her voice very soft. “It’s okay even if you don’t remember.”

Yan Qingqi felt even more guilty and hugged her girlfriend even tighter. The heart in her chest pounded with a mix of warmth and affection.

“Songsong, I promise I’ll remember you! I won’t let you savor those memories alone.”

Song Tingxue was stunned. She looked up at Yan Qingqi, her eyes full of a shimmering light. It seemed like she had a lot to say, but instead, she buried her face in her chest, holding her tightly by her neck. “A-Yan, you’re just as gentle as you used to be.”

The cold, snow-like goddess had shed her icy exterior and turned into a soft, delicate person, leaning on her Alpha with all her heart.

Yan Qingqi laughed as she held the person in her arms. They were truly a couple with a strong relationship, an enviable pair.

No, not just lovers. This goddess will soon be her wife.

Later that evening, Yan Qingqi went to take a shower first. Song Tingxue personally prepared her clothes, helped her put on a shower cap, and asked with concern, “Do you want me to help you wash? Just call me if you need help. I’ll be right outside the door.”

Yan Qingqi laughed. “Don’t worry, I just have a head injury. My arms and legs are fine. I can wash myself.”

The toiletries were all new. She quickly finished her shower. While brushing her teeth, she saw a blue cup and a pink one. Both had strawberry cake patterns on them.

Yan Qingqi thought as she brushed her teeth, My Songsong really loves strawberry cake.

Thinking of her Songsong, Yan Qingqi grinned, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth full of foam—a young, beautiful face with excellent features.

It’s a good thing I’m not bad-looking. My face is pretty enough to be worthy of my Songsong. I’m almost good enough to be a kept person.

A little later, Song Tingxue also went to shower, telling her to rest and not wander off.

Yan Qingqi agreed. While her girlfriend was showering, she went downstairs to sign the hidden marriage agreement. She wrote each stroke carefully, thinking about how she would cherish her good wife in the future.

When Song Tingxue came out of the bathroom, Yan Qingqi stood in front of her with her hands behind her back, smiling. “I’ve signed it.”

“What?”

Yan Qingqi brought the agreement out from behind her back and handed it to Song Tingxue. “I’ve signed the agreement. I’ll cooperate with you in the future and will never hurt your career, wife.”

Song Tingxue was a little surprised to hear she had signed the agreement. When she heard “wife,” she was even more taken aback.

“You… you signed it… I thought you were going to sign it tomorrow?”

Yan Qingqi was a little embarrassed. “I wanted to sign it early so I can register our marriage with you tomorrow without any worries.”

Song Tingxue smiled and carefully put the signed agreement away.

“A-Yan, are you willing to marry me?”

“Of course I am. You’re my girlfriend, so of course I’m willing.”

Song Tingxue took off the towel wrapped around her hair and slowly dried it, her gaze shifting away from Yan Qingqi’s face. “If one day you find out I’m not that great, will you regret marrying me?”

“No one in this world is perfect. Everyone has their flaws. Wife, if you find out I have flaws in the future, please be patient with my not-so-perfect self, okay?”

Song Tingxue froze, her hand still holding the towel.

“What’s wrong, wife?” Yan Qingqi put her arm around her shoulder. When she saw her red, wet eyes, she was surprised. “Wife, why are you crying?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Song Tingxue said, wiping away her tears with a smile. “I… I never thought I’d actually get to marry you one day.”

“Silly goose. You’re my girlfriend. You want to marry someone else instead of me?”

“No, I won’t. I only want to marry you.”

Yan Qingqi took her hand and gently kissed it. “Then let’s happily register our marriage tomorrow.”

Song Tingxue smiled. “Okay.”