Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 74

—She is your wife.

Ji Fan was surprised for a moment, her mind going blank.

Wife?

Hers?

Jiang Cha was very close to her; her soft, fair skin and red lips had just gently kissed her cheek. The momentary softness instantly made her body feel numb, and her mind went blank, unsure of where she was.

She was her wife.

Ji Fan blinked blankly. Her mood was floating, up in the clouds—terrified that this was just a beautiful misunderstanding that would be resolved, making her fall back into the abyss.

Ji Fan lowered her head, the corners of her lips curving slightly, and her thick, long eyelashes fluttered down, covering the momentary fluctuation in her eyes.

She was afraid the other person was joking again.

“Really?”

Ji Fan seemed unable to believe it and looked up to ask.

“Mm,” Jiang Han nodded.

“Then just now…”

“I was just joking with you earlier. Why did you take it seriously?”

If she was her wife, why did she come for surgery alone? Did she hide it from others?

No wonder Jiang Cha cried so sadly when she first saw her.

“We got married?”

Ji Fan asked tentatively.

She looked at Jiang Cha seriously, her eyes, as always, were clear and bright, and her long, dense eyelashes made them look deep and moving.

More than before, there was an added sense of spotless innocence, like a blank sheet of paper.

In that instant, a strange feeling arose in Jiang Cha’s heart. Instinctively, she still felt some resistance, but facing such a pair of eyes, she actually couldn’t find any words to refute.

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and said softly, “Yes, we’re married.”

Ji Fan leaned back on the bed, let out a breath, and stretched her long legs out lazily. One button of her light-blue striped shirt was undone, and the light illuminated her fair, translucent collarbone, giving her an air of unattainable refinement.

A cool breeze brushed past, and Ji Fan felt a chill in her chest.

Luckily, only one button was undone…

She propped up her chin, looked toward the door, and suddenly remembered a more important matter.

“Wasn’t the door locked?”

Jiang Cha: “…”

“I remember locking it,” Jiang Cha blinked blankly, looking at Jiang Han confusedly, “Doctor, do you have a key?”

“No,” Jiang Han said, “It opened when I twisted the handle.”

“Ahem.” Jiang Cha looked at Ji Fan apologetically and explained, “Maybe I didn’t lock it properly.”

Jiang Cha was typically careless in small things but never made big mistakes. Coincidentally, her moments of confusion never actually put her in danger; she always narrowly escaped making a major blunder.

Most people’s lives are often like this: escaping countless close calls, seemingly turbulent, but actually steady and calm.

After all, separation by death is a low-probability event.

This made her feel fortunate.

“Well, you two carry on.” Jiang Han wisely left, giving them ample space.

This time, Jiang Cha carefully checked the door lock, twisted it with her hand, and confirmed it.

No problems this time.

The basin of hot water by the small white bed had cooled slightly due to the wind. Jiang Cha tested it with her hand; it had been a little hot earlier, but now it was just right.

“Let’s continue.”

She lifted the towel, wrung it until it was half-dry, and then sat by the bed, leaning close, and began to undo her second button.

Ji Fan quietly leaned against the bed, with the small window on her left.

Next to the hospital was a large forest park, rich in green plants. Looking down from the third floor, you could see many treetops swaying gently in the wind like waves.

Jiang Cha drew the curtains, and soft light filtered through the velvet fabric’s gaps, illuminating her from the side.

The wind blew intermittently.

Ji Fan faced Jiang Cha, resting her arms on her knees, her long, soft hair draped over her shoulders, moving with the wind like soft, undulating waves. Her posture looked relaxed and normal, but only the slight curling of her fingertips revealed her anxiety the moment Jiang Cha drew close.

Jiang Cha didn’t look at her; she just lowered her head and quietly undid the second button.

Ahem.

The bra was black.

Ji Fan was two years older than her, and her figure felt more mature. Although she was Asian, her physique had a somewhat Western feel.

Jiang Cha wasn’t nervous at first, but Ji Fan kept looking down at her, her gaze containing three parts feigned calmness and seven parts intense nervousness.

After all these years with her, how could Jiang Cha not notice?

She had initially just wanted to help her wipe down, thinking she would be more comfortable, but in this quiet, subtle atmosphere, she herself began to feel a little embarrassed.

Jiang Cha undid another button.

Then, one more.

Her soft, warm lower abdomen was exposed.

Her waist was very slender, but not the fragile, soft kind of thinness. Her beautiful, well-defined mermaid lines were slightly visible with her slightly tense breathing, looking beautiful and flowing.

Jiang Cha couldn’t resist. She gently touched her snow-white stomach, and seeing her contract with ticklishness, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Ji Fan: “…”

Although she didn’t know when her memory would return, Jiang Cha was generally optimistic.

After all—

Ji Fan would never have let her “undress” her like this before.

Jiang Cha suppressed the nervousness, calmed herself down, and decided to take advantage of her amnesia to do everything she had wanted to do but hadn’t been able to before.

Author’s Note:

This is probably a tragic story where a counter-attack fails and instead leads to being (beep—) (>ω<)