After She Fell for Me, I Lost My Memory (GL) - Chapter 53

After finally seeing Zhao Zhao off, Cen Luo tidied up her luggage, preparing to return to Miancheng the next day.

In the evening, while watching a drama on the sofa, Cen Luo received a message from Jiang Ting.

During this time, Jiang Ting often sent messages to check on her health and would occasionally ask about work-related matters.

Because of these questions, Cen Luo often had to bother Qin Ran, the only person who seemed to have any understanding of her job.

After a while, even before Qin Ran got annoyed, Cen Luo did. So, she told Jiang Ting that she was currently on leave and wanted to relax, and didn’t want to hear about work for the time being.

Jiang Ting and her seemed to have a pretty good relationship; ever since Cen Luo said that, she stopped asking about work. She only checked in every few days to ask about her health and shared some interesting videos.

She had tried to invite Cen Luo out for dinner in the middle of it all, but Cen Luo, considering she wasn’t familiar with her work yet and fearing she might expose herself during a chat, didn’t agree.

Jiang Ting didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, assuming she just wanted to rest.

Asking formally if she was busy now suggested there was something important she needed.

Cen Luo replied directly asking “What’s up?” and then waited for two minutes without receiving a response from Jiang Ting.

She glanced at the time—it was 6:30 PM, after-work hours.

Could it be something other than work?

After not receiving a reply for a long while, Cen Luo got up to make herself a cup of sugar water.

A moment later, Cen Luo heard a faint vibration and walked back to the sofa while sipping her sugar water.

It was a message, but not from Jiang Ting; it was from Zhao Zhao—

[Sister, remember to consider what I said. I’m afraid you’ll forget again.]

Cen Luo’s fingers paused on the phone keyboard, and she unconsciously recalled the conversation Zhao Zhao had with her during dinner earlier.

“Sister, have you considered moving to a different place? Isn’t it dangerous living here?”

Cen Luo was confused at first, only understanding later that Zhao Zhao was referring to the fact that Jian Mu lived next door to her.

That thought had flashed through Cen Luo’s mind initially, but a few days later she had pushed it to the back of her head because Jian Mu living next door hadn’t actually affected her.

Moreover, moving was too exhausting. Just unpacking a few boxes made her feel tired, let alone moving houses.

“I have an apartment in Nanjiang. If Sister needs it, I can let you stay there.”

When Zhao Zhao said this, Cen Luo rejected it without a second thought. She even felt a bit puzzled—why should she move out of her own home because of someone else? Why go out of her way to hide?

“For now, she hasn’t had any impact on me. Thank you for the offer, but I don’t need it for the time being.”

“Does Sister still have feelings for Jian Mu?”

It was the first time Cen Luo had heard such a sharp probe from Zhao Zhao, completely different from her usual attitude.

But Cen Luo answered truthfully: “I just think it’s unnecessary.”

“Then will Sister waver? Will you get back together with her?”

Zhao Zhao asked very seriously, staring at her without blinking, not letting a single expression on her face slip by.

Cen Luo didn’t understand why Zhao Zhao would ask such questions, but the answer wasn’t difficult, so she followed her heart: “No.”

At the time, Zhao Zhao seemed to smile and said, “That’s good.”

Cen Luo snapped out of her memory, staring blankly at the message on the screen. Then, she thought for a moment and replied, almost as an answer to her previous questions:

[I’m going back to Miancheng tomorrow.]

Zhao Zhao replied instantly: [How long are you staying?]

Cen Luo thought for a bit and replied: [About a month.]

She would return home after a month, stay in Yuncheng for a few days, and it would be just about time for the Lunar New Year.

As for the New Year, should she go home?

During this time, Cen Luo had received quite a bit of care. Her parents called almost every day to ask how her health was, how she was doing, and if she wanted to come home.

At first, Cen Luo found it annoying and gave perfunctory answers before rushing to hang up. Later, she scrolled through the chat history between her and them before her amnesia, and they seemed to get along quite well.

Moreover, she used to proactively care for them often.

Later, Cen Luo slowly changed her mindset and attitude.

She had to remind herself once again: she was no longer a sixteen-year-old child.

Thinking of this, she sent them a message telling them about her return to Miancheng tomorrow.

After sending the message, Jiang Ting happened to reply to her.

[Leader, I was just too busy to reply.]

[Leader, are you still there? Are you busy now?]

Cen Luo, who had been waiting for Jiang Ting to get to the point, replied: [Not busy, go ahead.]

Perhaps it was because she had used a slightly harsh tone when she told Jiang Ting not to talk about work earlier, causing Jiang Ting to speak very cautiously now.

[Leader, have you seen the trending searches? Yan Xuan and Song Xiangsi broke up. Apparently, Yan Xuan dumped Song Xiangsi unilaterally. The topic has exploded.]

Was asking if she was busy just to gossip? These two were people she had focused on researching lately; after all, as “Double Top-tier” stars, their combined anti-fans outnumbered other people’s actual fans.

Coincidentally, Cen Luo was quite bored, so she found a comfortable position to lie down on the sofa and typed: [Why? And then?]

Cen Luo asked casually, but Jiang Ting was like an ant on a hot pan.

She originally thought Cen Luo would ask if the news had been written or sent out yet.

She hadn’t expected Cen Luo to actually start chatting with her.

Jiang Ting, under pressure from the department head’s nagging, replied to Cen Luo: [I don’t know why. Orange Sky Entertainment isn’t giving interviews right now.]

She also sent a crying emoji.

Why was she crying over their breakup?

Cen Luo was confused for a few seconds before instantly realizing that since their job was as reporters, they would definitely be busy with sudden explosive news.

Thinking that she was at least a group leader, she sent a “pat on the head” emoji while instructing her to report the matter well and to be careful with her wording so as not to be caught out by others.

[Wuwu, Leader, it’s like this… didn’t we interview both of them separately before? They talked a lot about each other then. Because of time constraints and company requirements, we edited out quite a bit. So we planned to reorganize the videos and write an exclusive in-depth report and interview collection, but—]

But?

[But I lost the interview videos. Now, only the department head and you, Leader, have the original files.]

Jiang Ting sat before her computer in the office with her hands clasped, waiting for Cen Luo’s scolding.

Although Cen Luo was usually kind, she was never sloppy when it came to work and would scold when scolding was due.

The department head was pushing for the draft, and her colleagues were pushing her to send the full original interview video for editing.

She was surrounded by voices urging her.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Jiang Ting was currently an ant on a hot pan.

The avatar in the bottom left corner of the screen kept flashing, but Jiang Ting didn’t dare click it.

She waited for the scolding.

After a while, Jiang Ting finally received Cen Luo’s reply:

[Then where did I put them?]

She didn’t scold her.

But why was she asking where they were?

Suddenly, Jiang Ting realized that Cen Luo might have forgotten because she hadn’t worked in so long, so she reminded her:

[Leader, did you forget? Don’t you have a USB drive? The important files should all be in there.]

After seeing the message, Cen Luo thought back carefully. She seemed to have seen that USB drive while packing yesterday—a silver-white casing with a very cute pendant.

It was about the size of her pinky finger and said 128GB. She had even marveled at how large memory storage had become.

Where did she put it?

Cen Luo rummaged around for a bit and finally found the USB drive in the pen holder.

She quickly turned on her computer to find the files, only to find the USB drive was encrypted.

She didn’t have her past memories now. She tried several birthdays of people around her, but none worked.

She even tried Jian Mu’s birthday.

But none of them were right.

Was there any password easier to remember than a birthday?

Cen Luo was puzzled.

Jiang Ting’s messages kept coming. Cen Luo glanced at the screen from the corner of her eye; Jiang Ting looked very anxious. Seeing she hadn’t replied, Jiang Ting assumed she was angry and even said she could scold her however she liked, as it was her mistake.

So Cen Luo comforted her:

[It’s okay, I just forgot the password. It’s no big deal.]

She said it was no big deal, but it was actually a huge deal.

Asking Qin Ran was no help; she didn’t know either. Finally, Qin Ran pointed her in a direction that wasn’t ideal—

In all likelihood, Jian Mu was currently the only person in the world who knew the password.

Cen Luo: “…”

Just earlier, she wouldn’t even lend a bottle of soy sauce. If she asked for the password now, would Jian Mu give it to her?

Cen Luo briefly considered letting Jiang Ting ask the department head directly, but seeing her pitiful state, she couldn’t bear it.

After hesitating for a moment, Cen Luo went out and stood in front of Jian Mu’s door, wavering.

—Hey, what’s my password?

—Do you know my USB password?

“Are you looking for me?” Jian Mu’s hesitant voice suddenly came from behind Cen Luo.

Cen Luo turned around and saw Jian Mu in a white tracksuit, appearing to have just returned from exercise.

Truth be told, Jian Mu looked quite bright and energetic in this outfit, very different from her usual image.

If it were anyone else, Cen Luo might have felt a flutter of attraction, but unfortunately, it was Jian Mu.

Cen Luo nodded.

“Is something wrong?”

Jian Mu couldn’t think of any reason Cen Luo would suddenly seek her out other than needing something.

Cen Luo thought about it; rather than wasting time staring at each other, she might as well just state the problem.

“I just saw that one of my USB drives is encrypted. Do you know the password?”

Cen Luo didn’t tell her how urgent it was. After asking, she immediately added: “It’s fine if you don’t know. You don’t necessarily know me that well.”

Jian Mu was stung by her last sentence. She pursed her lips: “I know it.”

“What is it?”

The words were at the tip of her tongue, but Jian Mu swallowed them back.

“You wrote it out for me once. It’s a very long string.”

“Oh—” So she just didn’t want to say it.

The next second, Cen Luo heard Jian Mu say: “I’ll go back, find it, and send it to you.”

Since she had to “send” it, the password must be quite long indeed.

So Cen Luo gave a reluctant nod: “Alright then.”

But she saw Jian Mu still standing there, not moving at all, as if waiting for something.

Cen Luo realized—they weren’t friends on any messaging app, were they?

Was it worth giving up a “friend slot” for a password?

“I’ll only send you the password. If you have anything you want to ask in the future, you can ask me directly. I won’t bother you.”

Seeing Cen Luo still hesitating, Jian Mu added: “Just consider it making up for my guilt.”

Jian Mu’s voice was faint, and she sounded very downhearted.

“Fine,” Cen Luo said. “Do you scan me, or do I scan you?”

“Just take me out.”

“From where?”

“The blacklist.”

Cen Luo: “…Oh.”

She had completely forgotten about that; it must have been done by Qin Ran and the others.

The scene was a little awkward.

Cen Luo gave an “oh” and then began walking toward her room while opening the blacklist.

Just as she took her out, she received a string of characters.

[jmcl131204]

Is this complex?

What are these numbers?

As if sensing Cen Luo’s confusion, Jian Mu sent another message a second later:

[The day we officially met.]