After getting amnesia, I forgot I was once the vicious villainess in everyone's story. I sent a mass text to my friends apologizing: [So sorry, I've lost my memory. Could you tell me who you are...?] My phone instantly received four replies. The cold childhood friend I bullied: [Is this another new torture method? I left food downstairs for you. Remember to eat.] The loyal stepbrother I tormented: [Are you still mad at your big brother? I transferred some allowance to your card. I'll be back tonight to keep you company.] The cool girl heroine I pranked: [Acting again? If you have amnesia, go back to sleep. I signed in for you in class.] Me: "?" Did I actually have the "everyone loves me" script all along? 1 Doctors and nurses bustled back and forth in the hospital room, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant. I propped myself up, my head spinning. Not far away, a doctor was chatting with a middle-aged man. "How is her condition now?" "Miss Sterling's amnesia isn't too severe at the moment; she'll just forget certain specific people..." Listening to their conversation, I froze slightly. Amnesia? How could I have amnesia? "I don't think I have amnesia!" I couldn't help but interject: "I remember my name is Chloe Sterling, my dad is William Sterling, and my mom is Katherine." The middle-aged man turned around and asked me kindly: "Then does Miss remember my name?" I nodded quickly: "Of course, you're the family butler, Uncle Lee." The man was silent for a long time, his expression complex: "Miss... I'm your family's driver, and my surname isn't Lee, it's Liu." Me: "?" He sighed and said to the doctor: "Then please take care of her. I'll go contact her parents first." From their brief chat, I learned that I had accidentally fallen down the stairs at the library, fell into a coma, and was brought to the hospital by a classmate. After they left the ward. I started looking through my phone as if waking from a dream. Among the pinned contacts, if not for my parents whom I recognized, I would have suspected this wasn't my phone. A person nicknamed "Cold Monster" sent two messages at just the right time. [Come downstairs in thirty minutes to get your takeout.] [I'm too lazy to find someone to bring it up to you.] I racked my brains but couldn't remember who this person was. I could only ask him: [Are you buying me lunch?] The reply came quickly, but every word seemed prickly. [Buying lunch for the young miss is my duty.] [But next time, if you want something outside the cafeteria, can you say so in advance?] [Otherwise, waiting in line for half an hour delays your meal time.] This guy is quite polite. But now is not the time to eat. I hurriedly replied: [No need, not eating today.] The other side was silent for a while. Although I couldn't see the face on the other end, I felt a faint anger. [Just because the breakfast this morning wasn't to your taste?] [So you're angry again?] I quickly explained: [No, it's because I have amnesia qwq.] The other side scoffed: [Is this another new way Miss Sterling came up with to torture me?] Me: "?" Am I that bad? Afraid he wouldn't believe me, I took a photo and sent it to him. [Really not lying to you, I'm lying in a hospital bed right now.] For a long time, there was no reply. Probably fainted from anger, or too lazy to deal with me. I scrolled through the chat history with him. This "Cold Monster" routinely helped me get food, pick up packages, and buy boba tea. Sometimes he even took orders to tutor me or let me copy answers for exams. But my attitude towards him was really unfriendly. Even my tone was bossy. A wave of guilt washed over me. How could I talk to a classmate like that? "Chloe Sterling—" The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and a boy rushed in. He wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt, handsome features, excellent bone structure. Even the fingers holding the takeout box were fair and slender. I was momentarily dazed. Some people may have lost their memory. But their lustful nature hasn't changed. The standard for their ideal type hasn't changed either. I looked up at him and asked carefully: "You are?" The boy stiffened. He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and asked: "You don't remember who I am?" I frowned in thought: "Are you Cold Monster?" His expression was complicated: "...My name is Julian." Julian reached out to check the injury on my forehead: "Fell down the stairs? Is it serious?" Seeing me dazed, he stiffly lowered his hand, his tone cold. "I'm not worried about you; I'm afraid if you hit your head, you'll blame it on me again." In just a few sentences, he sketched out my former selfish and willful appearance. My guilt deepened. Seeing I didn't speak, he asked in a low voice: "Really don't remember who I am?" I answered honestly: "Don't remember, but looking at the chat history, you seem to be someone who runs errands for me often." Julian: "...Not exactly." I looked up suspiciously, and he took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "We are childhood sweethearts." Seeing I didn't make a sound, Julian added indifferently. "Of course, we were also engaged before." I was shocked: "Huh? But looking at the chat history, it doesn't seem like it..." Thought we were just unfamiliar classmates. Julian laughed out of anger: "If not for this relationship, who would be willing to run errands for you every day?!" "Who would specifically buy you food and save seats for you?" I argued in confusion: "But you just said, getting food for me is your duty." Julian raised his eyelids lightly: "Yes, isn't that the duty of a fiancé?" Just then, Driver Liu entered the ward and was a bit surprised to see Julian. "Julian is here?" Julian politely got up to say hello and smiled: "I came to see her." Uncle Liu was about to find a chair to sit down when he was startled by Julian's words. "By the way, Uncle Liu, Chloe doesn't believe we grew up together." "Tell her, are we engaged?" Uncle Liu's eyes widened: "Huh?" He looked at Julian, whose expression was normal, then at me, full of questions. After pondering for a moment, he nodded with a complicated expression. "Um... yes, indeed." 2 The first person I saw when I woke up was Uncle Liu. Plus he ran around helping me with procedures and contacting my parents, invisibly I already had some trust in him. Seeing Julian's expression didn't look like a joke. I felt a secret joy in my heart. Ideal type turned into a fiancé. Feeling like I hit the jackpot! Sure enough, even with amnesia, you fall in love with the person you liked at first sight. When Uncle Liu went out to take a call. Julian put the lunch box on the rolling table and handed me utensils. "Eat first." I glanced at it and smiled: "What a coincidence, all my favorites." Julian lowered his eyes to ladle soup for me, his tone calm. "Not a coincidence, this is the menu you specifically ordered this morning." I felt guilty: "...Isn't that too much trouble for you." Julian wiped his hands with a tissue, his voice indifferent. "Not just troublesome for this one day." "Used to it." Feeling more pity, I tugged at his sleeve: "Then let's eat together?" Julian stiffened. He touched his nose and coughed twice: "I only bought one portion." I was puzzled again: "Don't we usually eat together?" Julian turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window: "...We do eat together, just that I've eaten today." I didn't suspect anything and relaxed. While he drank water, I ate and chatted with him. "Julian, actually the moment I saw you, I felt like I remembered." He choked on the water unexpectedly and coughed violently. Almost lost his composure. "Remembered?" Julian's voice sounded a bit strange, no longer the calm self-control he had when we first met. I nodded: "Yes, seeing you at first sight, I felt we were a good match." "Sure enough, we are engaged; you really are my destined husband." I laughed: "And although I have amnesia, my standard for an ideal type hasn't changed." "My imagined husband is just like you." Julian: "..." A blush gradually appeared on his jade-like face, and his ears were dripping red. Julian got up in a panic, almost knocking over the rolling table. Me: "?" Julian tried hard to stabilize his mind, but his flushed cheeks betrayed his current mood. He shook the phone in his hand. "Um... just got a notification from the group, need to go back." "Have to submit materials to the professor this afternoon." I advised understandingly: "Then go back quickly! I'm much better; I'll probably be fine after resting by myself this afternoon." Julian nodded and softened his tone: "I'll come see you later." He almost fled out of the ward. I couldn't help sighing that grad school is tough these days. The professor's message is like a death warrant. Uncle Liu just returned from outside the ward, surprised to see me alone: "Julian left?" I nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, he said he'll come see me later." Uncle Liu breathed a sigh of relief and discussed with me again. "The doctor means it's best for a relative to come to the hospital." "Your parents are abroad and can't come back immediately. How about I contact your brother?" Brother? I have a brother? Seeing my blank face, Uncle Liu looked like he expected it. He took my phone, tapped on the screen, and handed it back to me. "This is your brother." I looked down. An avatar of a Beagle wearing sunglasses came into view. The contact name: "Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine" The daily conversations in the chat box were pitifully few, almost entirely transfer records. And if someone made me angry, he helped solve it immediately. The speed was like I bought insurance for overtime. "Chloe, you might not remember, Chase is your brother, but not biological. He's the child your parents adopted." "He's three years older than you and takes care of you usually." Uncle Liu explained to me. Understanding, I sent a message to him. [Brother.] He replied almost instantly. Sent fifty question marks in a row. Although I didn't understand what he was surprised about, I honestly continued typing. [Are you free now?] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Free! What's wrong? Who bullied you again?] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Send me his personal info, I'll deal with him.] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Need allowance? I'll transfer immediately.] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [And what did you just call me? Can you call me that again TvT...] What a weird brother. What a weird request. But I satisfied him: [Brother, can you come to the hospital?] He sent another row of question marks. Immediately, a voice call slammed in. I always hated answering calls. Even after amnesia. So I mercilessly clicked reject. Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [? Why not answer the phone? What happened?] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Scammer, right?!] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Telecommunication fraud die whole family ha, return the account to her, or I'll kill you.] Me: [...Don't want to answer, too lazy to answer.] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Oh, that's her.] Me: [I have amnesia.] He sent another row of question marks. Really fits his avatar's daily state. Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Then do you remember who I am?] I got a bit annoyed: [Yes, aren't you Brother?] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Yes yes!! Just your favorite brother!!] Don't add strange adjectives to yourself, okay. I pretended not to see: [If you are free, can you come to the hospital? The doctor wants to see family.] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Send address.] After sending the location, afraid he would worry, I added: [Don't worry, my condition isn't very serious.] Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Mm-hmm, Brother will be there right away ^^.] I comforted him: [No rush, Uncle Liu is with me in the ward. My fiancé just came to see me too.] The other side was silent for a moment. Soon, another row of shocked question marks. Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine: [Fiancé?? Who the hell is that!!?] 3 Before long, Chase arrived in a hurry. He was still wearing a suit shirt, but his sharp short hair and left ear piercing were out of place with this outfit. "Chloe..." Chase sat by my bed, his face full of emotion and expectation: "So after amnesia, you only remember me?" Me: "Uh, actually I didn't remember you either..." Chase: "?" I held out the phone to him and said kindly: "Uncle Liu told me the person with this avatar is my brother." Chase took the phone, glanced at it, and his mouth twitched: "Why am I called 'Coin-Exploding Wishing Machine'?" I feel like everyone I met today should be hospitalized instead of me. "If I knew, would it still be called amnesia?" Chase: "Makes sense..." Although my stepbrother looks unreliable, he is my only relative right now. I tugged at his sleeve and whispered: "Brother, can I be discharged? I want to go home." Chase's heart softened into a mess: "No problem! I'll handle the procedures right away!" He walked quickly to the door, then turned back and cleared his throat. "By the way Chloe, forgot to tell you one thing." I looked up suspiciously. Chase took a deep breath and whispered seriously: "At home, you always call me Big Brother." ... Half an hour later, I was in the car going home. Chase kept asking beside me: "Want a drink? Want snacks?" I shook my head and smiled: "No need, Big Brother." Chase: "Ah... then want to listen to music? Play games?" I continued to shake my head: "Thank you Big Brother, no need to trouble yourself." Chase savored the address carefully, then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. I looked through the chat history and raised a question: "Big Brother, why do I feel like our relationship wasn't good before?" Chase bristled like a wild dog: "Who said that! Who said that!" I handed the phone to him and said honestly: "I saw it myself, and my tone talking to you wasn't very good..." Chase was moved almost to tears. "Where is it not good? I think it's especially good." Me: "?" Bro, are you okay? In the chat history, I usually ordered Chase around like a dog. Any dissatisfaction would result in scolding him bloody. Yet Chase didn't resist or defend himself, just endured silently. Finally, he would say: [Don't be angry, it's all Brother's fault. Transferred money to you, go buy a bag and be happy.] Why am I so bad! Chase listed my virtues: "Look, usually when someone bullies you, you ask me to beat them up. Isn't this caring about Brother's health, afraid Brother will become a greasy man with a beer belly, letting Brother exercise and move his muscles anytime?" "Also, every week you ask me to send you money. Why? That's because you know Brother spends money recklessly. You directly stopped Brother's waste from the source. Besides, you didn't buy scrap metal; you bought gold and luxury bags. What is this? This is maintaining value! You are managing finances for Brother!" "Like usually you speak a bit directly, but it doesn't matter. We are family. As the saying goes, the people who love you most say the most hurtful things. You love me the most, so I completely understand." Me: "?" The car drove into a villa area. When I got off, Chase held an umbrella for me. He suddenly asked: "By the way, you said your fiancé came to see you before. Who is it?" I smiled and said: "He said his name is Julian. Do you know him?" Chase fell silent. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said. "Damn, home got stolen." "If he says any sweet words, don't believe him." "This kind of person looks harmless and kind on the outside, but is actually rotten to the core, best at deceiving people." Just as the voice fell, a sneer came from ahead. "Are you introducing yourself?" 4 I looked at the girl standing on the stairs. She crossed her arms and looked at us with a half-smile. I looked at Chase beside me in confusion. Didn't you say I only have one brother? Do I have a sister? Chase: "Uh... she is... Layla." When saying this, Chase carefully gauged my reaction. "She's the daughter of Auntie Wang, the housekeeper." "Her house is being renovated recently, so Mom and Dad asked her to stay at our house on weekends for a few days." Earlier in the car, driver Uncle Liu mentioned there was a nanny who had taken care of us for over twenty years. Should be Auntie Wang. Seeing no reaction from me, Chase whispered in my ear: "Ignore her, let's go rest in the room first." "Don't forget to take your medicine later." Hearing this, Layla raised an eyebrow slightly. But she still nonchalantly stepped aside to let me pass. Until I walked up the stairs, I still saw Layla standing by the gate downstairs. Sensing my gaze, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at me. Layla is very beautiful. To the extent that you'd look back if you met her on the street. Peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, adding a bit of coldness. I tilted my head, smiled, and waved at her. Layla was stunned for a moment. Early the next morning, I received several video calls from my parents. My mom was crying on the other end of the screen. I comforted and coaxed her, saying the doctor would come to check my recovery anytime. Only then did they relax. Just hung up the phone, noise came from downstairs. I shuffled in my slippers and looked down. Chase and Julian both looked unhappy. Layla on the side sat calmly on the sofa watching TV. Chase gritted his teeth and glared: "You actually took advantage of her amnesia to say you're her fiancé?! Have you no shame!" Julian poured himself a glass of water as if no one was around. "I didn't say anything wrong; we were engaged." Chase was so angry he wanted to punch him. "You call that an engagement? Neither of you came to the engagement party. You were like enemies before, fighting whenever you met!" "You also hated that she always used her fiancée status to order you around. Why don't you mention these?" Julian thoughtfully corrected the error in his words: "Not really, our relationship was pretty good before high school. You remembered wrong." "Is that the point?" Chase was about to faint from anger: "Never seen someone so shameless." Layla, who had been watching for a long time, spoke lazily. "Don't be so surprised. I think you're pretty shameless too." Chase: "?" Layla yawned: "Insisting on making her call you Big Brother. Clearly at home you don't even deserve a name; hasn't your code name always been 'Hey'?" "Also saying she clings to you the most at home. I think you were the clingy plaster before." Chase finally reacted, laughing in anger: "Busy teaching Julian a lesson, forgot about you." "Layla, this is my house! What's with your tone!" Layla looked up indifferently: "I know. If your parents didn't ask me to stay, you think I'd want to be here?" The atmosphere between the three downstairs was tense, arguing so much they forgot everything else. I hesitated for a moment and spoke up. "What are you talking about?" The three looked up sharply at me on the second floor. Chase reacted first, quickly putting on a smile: "Chloe, we're chatting." Me: "?" Is your chatting tone a bit too ferocious? I tilted my head, looking past him to Julian behind: "Julian, why are you here too?" Julian rightfully pushed Chase aside and walked towards me. His tone was much softer: "I came to pick you up back to school." Chase grabbed his collar: "Need you to pick her up? Think I'm dead?" Both looked at me: "Chloe?" Me: "..." My gaze fell on Layla, who was drinking tea with lowered eyes, unconcerned. "Layla, do you also study at S University?" Seeming not to expect the topic to return to her. Layla was drinking tea and choked unexpectedly. She wiped her mouth calmly with a tissue, looked up at me with a complicated expression: "Yes, why?" I smiled, eyes bright. "Then I'll go back with you."
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