Chapter 680 - She Couldn’t Remember Anything
It was past 9 PM by the time she had finished eating.
Unlike the city, by this time, most of the villagers had already turned in for the night, and only the occasional sounds of crickets or birds chirping could be heard.
Chen Jiahang looked at the clock on the wall and hesitated for a moment before he entered the bedroom.
The bedroom covered an area of 30 square meters and there was a large bed in the bedroom. This bed was a new wooden bed that had only been made this year and it was 1.8 meters wide. There was a coir mattress on the bed and the blankets had been newly laid out. The blankets, bedsheets were all new and they were all bright red in color, so the room looked very festive.
Aunty Wang had made sure that he had gotten all these things ready before he bought himself a wife. According to her, he would need to buy a new bed and lay out new blankets.
He had spent quite a bit of money on all these things but he felt happy at the thought that he would no longer have to live alone in this house.
After he made the bed, he returned to the living room and looked at the wife he had just bought for himself.
He bit his lips and his cheeks were stained slightly red, which made him look like a shy child.
He rubbed his hands together, then walked toward her and tugged at her clothes, gesturing for her to come with him.
Realization suddenly seemed to dawn on He Xiyan and her eyes widened as she looked at this man, her expression tense and anxious.
She shook her head hard and told the man that she was not willing to consummate their marriage.
She couldn’t remember anything but she was no fool and knew what could happen if she followed him into that room
Chen Jiahang was slightly disappointed when he saw that she wasn’t willing to enter the room with him. He stood in the middle of the room helplessly with his head bowed as he stared down at the floor like a child who had been rejected.
After a while, he finally took out his notebook and a pen and started to write. This time he wrote very slowly and struck out his initial words before picking up the pen again. He wrote several drafts before he showed her what he had written, ‘Go inside and sleep. I’ll sleep in the room on the left.’
Then, he pointed at the room on the left.
He Xiyan slowly made her way to the room on the right after she was certain that he had entered the room on the left. She hesitated for a moment when she reached the door.
The light in this room was turned on and the light here were brighter than the light in the living room. It was an ordinary room and it was decorated with several simple furniture, including a bed, a cupboard, a small desk, two wooden chairs and a lounge chair. The room was simply decorated but it was very clean. The bed had already been made and the red mosquito net was especially eye-catching.
It was bright red in color.
He Xiyan clenched her fists tightly and seemed a little frightened. She only entered the room after she was sure that there was no one else inside. Then, she quickly closed the door and made sure that the door was locked securely.
She walked toward the bed and pulled open the mosquito net. Soon, she saw the neatly laid out bedsheets and blankets. These were all red in color and were exceptionally eye-catching.
She walked toward the bedside and hesitated for a long moment before she finally collapsed onto the bed once her energy ran out.
She lay on the bed, her eyes wide open and kept rubbing at her temples as she tried her best to dredge up some memories. Who was she? Where did she use to live? Did she have relatives? Was anyone looking for her?
The more she tried to think, the more her head hurt, and she couldn’t remember anything at all.
Her most recent memory was of her lying on the riverbank, unable to move at all. A man had carried her on his back to the car and when she woke up, she found that she was always in a car. She was moved from place to place and finally, she was placed in a big bus that sent her to this mountain village.
This was only the only memory she had currently. She couldn’t remember anything else other than this.