After She Fell for Me, I Lost My Memory (GL) - Chapter 49

Jian Mu obediently moved the cardboard boxes to the spot Cen Luo had specifically cleared in the living room and set them down.

After organizing them neatly, she walked straight back out, her eyes not wandering around the room at all.

Cen Luo stood behind Jian Mu, holding a box.

When Jian Mu came out, her eyes met Cen Luo’s. As if afraid Cen Luo would reject her help, Jian Mu pointed toward the boxes and curled her lips into a slight smile: “Look, I put them over there.”

Cen Luo was just about to say it wasn’t necessary when she heard Jian Mu say: “You rest there; I’ll handle the moving.”

Without waiting for an answer, she headed back out.

Cen Luo finally reacted and called out, “Hey—no need, I can do it myself.”

However, Jian Mu acted as if she couldn’t understand, simply replying: “It’s fine, I’m not tired.”

Cen Luo: “?”

Was she worried about Jian Mu being tired? She was trying to draw a clear line.

She had noticed it last time: Jian Mu was the type who didn’t listen to other people.

Now, it was even better; she could hear, but she “didn’t understand.”

Jian Mu moved two more boxes into the living room. Cen Luo remained standing there, her gaze fixed on Jian Mu, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

It didn’t matter, Jian Mu thought. Just like they said in class: one does not slap a smiling face. Just be a bit thicker-skinned.

So, Jian Mu waved the box in her hand toward Cen Luo and smiled: “They aren’t heavy at all.”

Cen Luo: “…”

Just bury me; she’s hopeless.

To be honest, Jian Mu’s smile looked completely unnatural, reminding Cen Luo of a toddler who had just learned to walk.

She probably rarely smiled in the past; now, forcing a smile actually looked worse than her usual cold face.

“You should probably stop smiling,” Cen Luo said tactfully. “It doesn’t look very good.”

Jian Mu’s smile froze instantly. She pursed her lips and fell silent for a few seconds before looking at Cen Luo, appearing somewhat aggrieved.

Cen Luo ignored Jian Mu’s hurt expression and stopped her, taking the box from her hands. “I don’t need you anymore. You can go out.”

Cen Luo thought she had been clear enough; given Jian Mu’s temper, she shouldn’t be able to keep up the act.

Who would have thought that while Jian Mu did go out, she simply stood at the door holding a box. When Cen Luo walked to the entryway, Jian Mu would just hand the box over to her.

“…”

These were her own things; she couldn’t exactly refuse to take them.

Cen Luo didn’t understand. What exactly was Jian Mu doing?

After a few more trips, they finally finished.

Cen Luo intended to check if there were any boxes left. Jian Mu, standing at the door, seemed to read her mind.

She showed Cen Luo her empty hands and said, “There are no more.”

Jian Mu, who had started to smile, paused at the memory of Cen Luo’s earlier comment and merely pursed her lips.

Cen Luo didn’t reply immediately. After showing her hands, Jian Mu placed them at her sides and stood perfectly straight.

“Are you a primary school student?”

Standing there like you’re being punished?

Cen Luo couldn’t help but mutter under her breath.

“Hmm?” Jian Mu was confused for a second, not catching her meaning.

But judging by Cen Luo’s expression, it probably wasn’t a compliment.

Was she calling her childish?

“Move aside.”

Jian Mu was taking up half the doorway and didn’t seem inclined to move.

If Cen Luo wanted to go out, she would inevitably brush against her, so she gave a low huff.

Realizing that Cen Luo didn’t trust her, Jian Mu instinctively stepped to the side.

After checking outside to confirm there were no more boxes, Cen Luo went back inside. Looking at Jian Mu, who was still standing outside staring at her, Cen Luo hesitated before saying: “Thanks.”

Whether the help was accepted reluctantly or not, Jian Mu had helped her.

At the very least, she had helped move her old luggage over from Nanyang Yulou.

“Then… is there any water to drink?”

Jian Mu asked so sincerely that, if the situation allowed, Cen Luo would have asked if she had a fever that had fried her brain.

Slam—

The answer Jian Mu received was the sound of the door closing.

Jian Mu was dazed for two seconds, then slowly lowered her head. The expression she had just shown Cen Luo vanished.

She felt a bit dejected, but only for a moment before she looked up again.

It doesn’t matter. It’s just the cycle of karma.

She deserved it.

Every so often, Jian Mu would sink into a deep pit of self-reproach.

It was all her fault; she hadn’t cherished what she had.

So Cen Luo was justified in whatever she did.

When she saw Cen Luo kissing someone else, she felt agonizing pain, but she also thought: If I had accepted these feelings earlier, if I hadn’t run away but faced them bravely, this wouldn’t be happening now.

It was all her fault.

Jian Mu was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear the door in front of her opening.

Cen Luo poked her head out. Surprised that Jian Mu was actually still there, she reluctantly handed over a cup of sugar water she had been hiding behind her back.

“Here—”

Suddenly hearing the familiar voice, Jian Mu was startled. She thought Cen Luo was going to ignore her.

She saw it but didn’t take it. What does she mean?

Cen Luo grew impatient. “If you don’t want it, I’m pouring it out.”

Jian Mu hurriedly reached out to take it. She took a sip and was about to say how delicious it was when she heard the door slam again.

Jian Mu looked down at the sugar water in her hand and whispered to herself, “So sweet.”

Once inside, Cen Luo began opening the boxes, eager to see her old belongings.

As she unpacked, she thought: Grandmother used to teach us to be kind. Even stray cats and dogs met by chance on the road should be treated well.

Much more so for Jian Mu, who had technically helped her.

It was just a cup of water.

She wasn’t lacking in water, anyway.

On the other side, after Jian Mu returned to her own apartment, she placed the sugar water—of which she had only taken one sip—on her study desk.

She sat there, chin in hand, admiring the paper cup.

“This was given by Cen Luo.” Jian Mu poked the cup, an uncontrollable joy bubbling up in her heart.

“She treated me to sugar water.”

“Even though I asked for it, she didn’t refuse.”

“It turns out being thick-skinned really does work.”

In the large study, Jian Mu was the only one talking to herself.

If anyone could enter the room, they would surely see Jian Mu grinning foolishly at a paper cup.

After about half an hour, Jian Mu suddenly remembered something. She turned on her computer and opened a specific webpage.

This class was much more useful than the previous ones.

Jian Mu, who had originally only bought two lessons, bought all the remaining lessons in one go.

This prompted the person in charge to contact her proactively.

With an incredibly helpful attitude, the person told Jian Mu: We guarantee you’ll win her over. If you don’t, full refund.

Jian Mu frowned. A full refund?

[If I don’t win her over, a refund is useless.]

Anyone willing to spend this much money on such a tedious course was either at their wit’s end or desperately in love.

Chen Li understood immediately and quickly replied: [Yes, yes, yes. Success is a must.]

Jian Mu thought for a moment; incentive systems worked everywhere.

[If the course is useful, I’ll pay you triple the amount when the time comes.]

Chen Li rubbed her eyes to make sure she hadn’t misread the words. She had encountered a “Big Boss.”

Originally, this was just an advertisement she and a “pickup artist” friend had posted online on a whim. Even the price was just a random number they filled in.

Ten thousand per lesson—guaranteed to help you chase a girl with ease.

They never expected someone would actually buy it.

And a big spender, too, promising triple the price if it worked.

A major deal on her first entrepreneurial venture—who would believe it?

“Xiao Bai! We’re going to be rich!”

Chen Li shouted toward the other room but received no answer.

Seeing this, she stopped sharing her joy and started talking seriously with Jian Mu.

She began boasting about how amazing their courses were.

Jian Mu sat before the computer, quietly watching the messages pop up every two seconds.

She didn’t plan to reply.

She had seen plenty of this; it was similar to those companies that brag about their products before a partnership.

After a while, Jian Mu suddenly recalled Cen Luo’s words.

She sent a message to Chen Li:

[Do you have a class for facial expression management?]