Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 48

Song Tingxue leaned against Baymax’s chest, lifting her head to look eagerly at Yan Qingqi, her eyes sparkling.

“Miss Yan, do you remember everything?”

Yan Qingqi shook her head. “I haven’t remembered everything yet. Can you tell me later?”

“Mhm, I will tell you. We’ll start from the first time we met.”

“Alright. When you are discharged, you can tell me. Say a little bit every day. I want to listen every day.”

Song Tingxue’s lips curved into a sweet smile. “Okay.”

Song Tingxue was, after all, recovering from a serious injury, and had been worried and anxious before. She was so happy and excited just now, alternating between crying and laughing. Once she calmed down, drowsiness set in. Unable to sleep soundly in the ICU for days, she quickly fell asleep.

When she finally woke up, a soft light was on by the bed, and another light was on by the sofa.

Yan Qingqi was sitting on the sofa, her dark hair draped over her slender shoulders, the light casting a gentle veil over her. Her forehead, brows, nose, and lips—everything was reminiscent of Miss Yan from those years ago.

Song Tingxue smiled faintly. The Miss Yan of ten years later was more mature, more elegant, and even more charming.

Seeing her awake, Yan Qingqi walked over, bent down, and gently caressed her face.

“Are you awake?”

“Mhm.”

Song Tingxue loved these quiet moments. Just her and Miss Yan in the peaceful room. Miss Yan watched her tenderly and spoke softly. Meeting those gentle eyes, Song Tingxue felt especially warm and incredibly happy.

“Are you hungry? I cooked some porridge. Do you want to eat a little?”

Song Tingxue nodded. “Yes.”

“Wait for me, I’ll stir-fry two dishes to go with the porridge.”

Yan Qingqi had just turned around when she felt her shirt hem tugged.

“Don’t make too much. I don’t want you to be gone for so long.”

Yan Qingqi laughed. “Just two dishes, it will be quick. I’m only in the kitchen, separated from you by the living room.”

“But I can’t see you.”

Yan Qingqi thought for a moment, then suddenly bent down, picked Song Tingxue up, and carried her out of the ward into the living room. She set her on the sofa, went back for a blanket, and tucked it over her.

“You’re still weak after surgery, so be careful not to catch a cold. You sit here. The view isn’t perfect, but you can see my back through the kitchen door.”

“Mhm.” Song Tingxue smiled.

“A-Yan, how about we have little wontons tomorrow?”

For no other reason than that wontons were delicious and easy to prepare. That way, A-Yan wouldn’t be busy in the kitchen for so long.

“That’s a good idea. We’ll wrap wontons tomorrow, with cabbage and pork filling. That’s light.”

Yan Qingqi quickly finished stir-frying two vegetarian dishes. Unlike her usual cooking, today’s dishes were intentionally cooked until softer.

She set the tableware, then picked Songsong up and put her in a chair at the dining table.

Song Tingxue protested, “I can walk by myself.”

“Why walk when being carried is so much more comfortable? You’ve been on a nutrient drip and haven’t eaten properly for days. Where would you get the strength?”

Yan Qingqi, mindful of her cousin’s instructions, only served Songsong a shallow half-bowl of porridge.

The porridge was very fragrant and soft. Having not eaten for days, Song Tingxue smelled the rice aroma and felt it was the most appealing smell ever.

“Here, eat some vegetables.” Yan Qingqi put the vegetables into her bowl. “Eat slowly.”

In this moment, Song Tingxue was hardly the aloof Iceberg Goddess. Dressed in a hospital gown, she looked like a small white cat quietly eating from its bowl, radiating a docile, obedient aura.

My wife is so good and obedient.

Yan Qingqi watched, her eyes shining with amusement. When her wife was well, she definitely had to spoil her thoroughly.

After dinner, Yan Qingqi went to wash the dishes, and Song Tingxue called Luo Sisi.

Hearing Luo Sisi explain that the H City hospital didn’t dare operate and that they had flown from H City to B City on a private jet, Song Tingxue was startled again.

Many people could afford a private jet, but those who could afford to buy, maintain, and frequently fly one were definitely top-tier billionaires.

“Where did the private jet come from?”

“It’s from Sister Yan’s friend. She’s very kind and generous. She even used the private jet to send me back to H City.” Luo Sisi’s voice was excited. “Sister Song, when you’re better, you have to fly on it too. The flight experience is amazing. You can sit, lie down, or sleep. They have lots of food and drinks, and the flight attendant’s service was impeccable. I almost felt like I was God.”

Luo Sisi continued rambling on the phone, but Song Tingxue’s mind drifted elsewhere. A-Yan’s friend? Could it be Miss Jing?

“Sister Song, you need to rest well and stay in the hospital for a few more days. The crew adjusted the filming schedule, so you don’t need to worry too much.”

Yan Qingqi walked in. She had removed her jacket and was wearing a fitted shirt. Tall and slender, she perfectly embodied the Alpha’s superior physique.

Seeing Songsong still on the phone, Yan Qingqi reminded her, “Songsong, you can’t talk on the phone for too long. Talk to Sister Sisi next time. It’s time to wash up.”

Song Tingxue quickly exchanged a few more words with Luo Sisi and hung up.

“A-Yan, was the private jet arranged by Miss Jing?”

Yan Qingqi nodded. “Yes, it was her.” My cousin did arrange it.

“Please thank her for me. She helped me get here and sent Luo Sisi back. It’s too much trouble.”

Yan Qingqi lowered her head and smiled inwardly. What trouble? It’s her own plane.

“It’s no trouble. The private jet would be idle anyway.”

Song Tingxue didn’t notice her suppressed smile and continued, “I never realized Miss Jing was such a wealthy person. I have no way to repay her kindness. You must thank her profusely.”

Yan Qingqi had to tighten her expression to keep from laughing, seeing Songsong distressed about owing a wealthy magnate a favor.

“It’s alright. I’ll invite her over for dinner next time. She loves to drink, and when she drinks, she becomes chatty. If you don’t let her talk, she’ll keep clinging to you, insisting on talking and drinking.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Yan Qingqi paused. She had just seen a vivid image in her mind of Jing Michu, drunk, clinging to her, insisting on talking and drinking.

Yan Qingqi thought carefully. It seemed to happen at the Wen family mansion. On the dining table were scattered oyster shells.

Song Tingxue saw her staring blankly and shook her head. “A-Yan, we still need to thank her properly.”

Yan Qingqi regained her focus and nodded happily. “I know.” She looked at the beautiful, delicate woman in the hospital gown on the bed. “My beauty, time for a bath?”

Song Tingxue wanted to bathe, but quickly remembered. Where were her spare clothes? What about the towels and toiletries?

Yan Qingqi saw her hesitation, guessed what she was thinking, turned, and left the ward. When she returned, she carried a set of pajamas, panties, towels, and toiletries.

“The clothes are in the adjoining patient’s room. I’ll show you tomorrow.” Yan Qingqi helped her off the bed. “I’ll go with you to the shower.”

A blush crept onto Song Tingxue’s face. “I can go by myself.”

“No. You’re a patient. How can I let you shower alone? You’re my wife. I’m not a stranger. Besides, we’ve showered together before.” Yan Qingqi remembered being harassed and teased by her wife mid-shower.

Seeing Songsong still blushing shyly, she asked, “Did you forget? You said that time that you’d let me wash you next time.”

Song Tingxue was confused. “Which time?”

“The time that rich Boss Jin made you drink too much. The next day, you needed to wash your hair and shower. I asked if you wanted me to help, and you said, ‘You can help me wash next time.’”

Song Tingxue: “…”

It seemed that was true. A-Yan actually remembered a casual comment she made.

However, Yan Qingqi didn’t give the stunned Songsong much choice. She led her straight into the bathroom and quickly stripped off her clothes.

Song Tingxue’s face was fiery red. Naked, she didn’t know where to put her hands.

In contrast to Song Tingxue’s self-consciousness and shyness, Yan Qingqi was much more relaxed and natural.

“Songsong, hold onto the railing and stand still.” Yan Qingqi took the showerhead and sprayed water over her body, carefully avoiding her head.

“Is the water temperature okay?”

“Yes, it’s perfect.”

After applying body wash, Yan Qingqi gently massaged her body bit by bit.

Gradually, Song Tingxue let go of her self-consciousness and completely relaxed.

White bubbles soon covered Song Tingxue’s entire body, from her neck to her shoulders, arms, fingers, then back down below her neck, and further down…

The showerhead hissed, and water poured down, rinsing away the bubbles and revealing her fair skin.

Song Tingxue looked at the focused Yan Qingqi, whose actions were meticulous and gentle. She couldn’t help but hug her neck.

“What’s wrong? Can’t stand anymore? It will be over soon.”

Song Tingxue shook her head. “I want to hug you.”

Yan Qingqi: “The bathroom is too stuffy. You can hug me when we go out.” After rinsing her, Yan Qingqi dried her body and helped her put on her clothes.

“All clean. Let’s go out now.”

Song Tingxue hurried out, her slippers pattering on the floor.

Yan Qingqi followed her with a towel. “Your foot, your foot isn’t dry yet.”

Sitting on the bed after her bath, Song Tingxue dangled her slender, white legs, leisurely waiting for Yan Qingqi.

Yan Qingqi shook her head, walked over, and bent down to wipe her feet.

“A-Yan.” Her voice was soft and sweet, like a dissolving milk candy, muffled and tender.

“What is it?” Yan Qingqi asked, looking down.

Song Tingxue didn’t answer. She opened her arms, hooked them around Yan Qingqi’s neck, and kissed her sweet lips. Her soft, sweet mouth urgently wanted to part A-Yan’s lips and intertwine with her tongue.

“No. You just recovered. No strenuous activity.”

Song Tingxue ignored her and continued to kiss her, hugging her tightly.

The Omega’s sweet scent rushed toward her. The fragrance of night-blooming cereus lingered in the air. Yan Qingqi’s heart accelerated uncontrollably. She hugged Song Tingxue tight, enveloping the restless little kitten with her tongue, deepening the kiss.

After days without intimacy, even a tiny bit of pheromone was enough to stir the most turbulent passion between them.

In the room, the sounds of their kissing grew more intense.

Yan Qingqi repeatedly demanded more, wanting to devour this sweet little cookie whole.

When the kiss ended, Yan Qingqi gasped softly, forcing herself to separate from Songsong.

“A kiss is all you get today. Don’t think about anything else. You’re not fully recovered, and the blood vessels in your brain need time to heal. Be obedient. Sit still.”

Yan Qingqi helped Songsong sit back on the bed, poured her a glass of water, and then went to shower herself.

Yan Qingqi quickly washed her hair and body. When she came out with dry hair, Songsong was sitting on the bed, smiling sweetly, lost in thought.

“Songsong, what are you thinking about?”

Song Tingxue shook her head. She moved to the side, patting the empty space. “Come here.”

“You’re the patient. If I squeeze in with you, it will disturb you.”

Song Tingxue insisted, “Come here.”

Yan Qingqi had no choice but to obey her wife and sit beside her. She thought, It’s a good thing the bodyguards are outside. If anyone were to come in, they would knock first.

If someone suddenly walked in now and found them lying in the same bed, under the same blanket, no one would believe they were just friends.

She suddenly remembered, She just gave Songsong a bath! An Alpha giving an Omega a bath, washing her body, and then they kissed? If that’s just friends, even a pig would feel insulted!

So, it’s good that the bodyguards are here. Not only do they protect their safety, but they also protect their privacy.

Both of them were slender. Lying on one hospital bed didn’t feel cramped at all.

Song Tingxue turned, wrapped the blanket around herself, tucking her chin in. This exposed only her bright, dark eyes.

“A-Yan, what is your real name? Can you tell me?”

“My last name isn’t Yan. My name is actually Wen Shuyan. I used the name Yan Jichun when I did charity donations at the orphanage.”

Song Tingxue gave a soft “Ah.” “I always thought your last name was Yan.”

Yan Qingqi said, “Whether I am Yan Jichun, Yan Qingqi, or Wen Shuyan, I am your A-Yan, and you will always be my beloved wife.”

Song Tingxue paused, then her eyes sparkled. She shyly whispered, “A-Yan.”

Yan Qingqi felt like she saw the Song Tingxue of ten years ago, the pure and shy girl. Slowly, the girl grew up, her features blossomed, and she became the Song Tingxue before her.

“Songsong, I like the name Yan Qingqi.”

Qingqi Road, the location of the orphanage, was the place where she and Songsong met. It was Songsong’s lingering memory of that place that led her to name her Qingqi.

“That night in L City, when I found you passed out on the side of the road, did you recognize me?”

Even after ten years, Song Tingxue recognized that face, which was etched deep into her heart, at first glance. So, she urgently sought confirmation.

The mole beneath her ear finally allowed her to be 100% certain that she was Miss Yan!

Heaven knows how excited she was when she held the injured Miss Yan in her arms! Her whole body was trembling, and her heart was beating uncontrollably.

She suspected it was a dream. How else could a person like Miss Yan, who felt like a deity, appear by her side, leaning on her shoulder? How could she touch her hair and hold her hand?

She couldn’t help but look at the person beside her again and again, confirming it wasn’t a dream, confirming that Miss Yan was right there.

“Yes, I recognized you immediately, and this mole beneath your ear.” Song Tingxue extended her fair finger and pointed to it.

“I saw this mole when we ate cake together at the orphanage. I also saw this mole when you took off the Baymax costume. Your hair was soaking wet then.”

“Did you like me dressed as Baymax?”

Song Tingxue smiled. “Yes! Very much!”

Yan Qingqi laughed softly. She put her arm around Songsong, pulling her into an embrace. “Songsong, I am your Baymax.”

Song Tingxue smiled and whispered, “Mhm.” She closed her eyes, nestled in her gentle embrace, inhaling her faint cedar scent, her lips curved happily.

“Songsong, I’m glad you found me and kept me by your side.”

Song Tingxue smiled slightly. Suddenly, she remembered something—something that had been weighing heavily on her heart, keeping her restless.

“A-Yan, there’s something… I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” Yan Qingqi looked at her, hugging her tighter. “Why are you being so hesitant? Tell me. I’m listening.”

“Well, well…” Song Tingxue hesitated, seemingly unable to speak the words. She lowered her head and finally said, “I’m sorry. I deceived you. When you couldn’t remember anything, I, I lied and told you that you were my girlfriend, and that we had been in a secret relationship for years. I was very low—”

Yan Qingqi interrupted her. “How did you deceive me? We met over ten years ago. It was just a long separation, and then we met again.”

“This time, we will never be separated again. You know, I’m very happy to be your girlfriend and to marry you.” Yan Qingqi hugged her, holding her tightly. “I love you, Songsong!”

Song Tingxue was stunned. Her eyes widened, and then tears welled up, flowing down her cheeks.

She hugged A-Yan tightly, her shoulders shaking. She kept repeating, “I love you, A-Yan. I love you very, very much!”