Chapter 4 The Domineering CEO

The man unconsciously tilted his head, letting the kiss land on his face.

"What's wrong?" Qingran asked him, puzzled.

The man didn't speak, but secretly observed the person pressed against his chest.

The other person had a beautiful face, with naturally dark eyebrows and red lips, and a pair of affectionate eyes that were full of smiles. When they spoke and laughed, a hint of cold charm was revealed in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, giving them a natural, contradictory attraction.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qingran touched his face.

Their expressions and movements were extremely natural, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time they had interacted so intimately.

Before I lost my memory, I was probably close to the person in front of me.

The man speculated.

Forcing himself to suppress the frustration of losing his memory, he said, "It's nothing."

Both of them were thinly dressed, and the warmth emanating from his arms made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He subtly avoided physical contact and casually asked, "Where have you been?"

His deep voice was magnetic, making your ears itch.

“You’re injured, so I’ll go down the mountain to buy medicine. Also, we’re almost out of rice, so I’ll buy some while I’m at it,” Qingran replied.

She reached out and gently touched the left side of the man's head, observing his expression as she asked, "How do you feel?"

The other party knew about his injury.

The man keenly sensed this information and calmly replied, "I'm fine." He still felt a slight ache, just like when he woke up.

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the man seemed hesitant to speak and stared at him for a long while.

Those clear eyes were shrouded in mist, filled with an emotion he couldn't understand. They seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and ultimately didn't speak.

What does the other party want to find out? The man wondered.

Qingran had already pulled him around and was walking towards the main room: "I bought spray and gauze, let's apply the medicine first."

As he passed the pile of things under the eaves, he took out two plastic bags. One contained the medicine he had mentioned for his injuries, and the other contained daily necessities he had bought for the man.

Even complete strangers cannot remain indifferent to such concern.

Seeing that both bags contained things prepared for him, the man temporarily put aside his suspicions and sat down on the bench cooperatively.

I picked up the spray and checked the effect; it reduced swelling and bruising.

“Ah Chen”.

The person examining the injury above spoke, their voice clear and melodious, with a captivating, lingering quality reminiscent of poppies.

His name is Achen?

"The swelling is in an area covered by hair. Should we shave that area of ​​hair?"

The man quickly replied, "No need."

In fact, he felt he didn't need any medication at all, and that his injuries weren't serious, except for the amnesia.

Qingran respected his idea and didn't shave his head. She parted his hair, sprayed the medicine at the roots, wrapped it with gauze, and took two steps back to take a closer look.

Her smooth forehead was covered by gauze, and her fine black hair hung down in front of the white gauze, which softened the sharpness of her overly stern eyebrows and eyes.

"Alright, I'm going to the kitchen." With that, he turned and walked out of the main room.

The man behind him asked, "What are you doing?"

Qingran: "I'll cook you some porridge."

As he spoke, he walked toward the last plastic-sealed bag under the eaves.

The man suddenly strode past him, picked up the bag from the ground, and headed towards the kitchen before he could reach him.

The sealed plastic bag contained 20 kilograms of rice, which the man carried effortlessly with one hand. His imposing back resembled a tree growing atop a snow-capped mountain.

Qingran narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched the figure's retreating figure.

If the man looks back at this moment, he will find that the person he previously judged to be gentle and harmless now has a hint of unspoken danger in his eyes.

Like a poisonous flower, dangerous and alluring.

[Ahhh, host, what are you doing?!] The system screamed after holding back for so long, finally getting a chance to speak.

Heaven knows how terrified the creature, simply worried about the male protagonist's phone being exposed, was when it saw its host suddenly kiss the male protagonist.

I was stunned! I almost bit the chip to pieces before I managed to keep quiet!

It was shocking, devastating, and incomprehensible.

It's a cannon fodder villain system. The host plays the role of the villainous male supporting character, that's true. But how can the villainous male supporting character kiss the male lead?

This doesn't fit the plot!

Qingran composed herself, tilted her head, and asked in a confused tone, "[Aren't I just following the plot?]"

System: [Huh?]

What kind of plot is this?!

[Zhou Qingran likes Yan Chen and has been trying to develop feelings for him during his amnesiac period. I'm doing just that.]

Qingran described the plot.

Unfortunately, the system didn't catch the evasion of the main point.

It thought about it carefully, and it seemed, perhaps, maybe... that was indeed the case?

Although the specific way the plot unfolded differed slightly from what was envisioned, the original plot didn't describe in detail how Zhou Qingran did it either!

So is it a problem for its host to have a little bit of freedom? No!

The system, adept at self-reconciliation, quickly convinced itself that slight discrepancies were acceptable, as it was all part of following the storyline.

[So... what does the host plan to do next?]

[Didn't I just say that the male lead didn't eat dinner? I'll cook him some porridge.]

Wow, the host is so kind, it's such a waste for him to be a mere villain!

Before going to the kitchen, Qingran first went into the bedroom and locked the phone, which didn't belong to her, in the closet.

The round trip took less than half a minute, and when he stepped back into the kitchen, the man had already put the rice bag on the stove.

Qingran stepped forward: "I'll do it."

The man glanced at his hand, which bore large red marks and was slightly flawed, and turned away to avoid asking, "How do you do it?"

The overly polite attitude caused Qingran's expression to falter slightly.

He quickly returned to his usual tone and said, "The earthenware jar in the corner is a rice container; you need to pour the rice into it."

The speed at which she adjusted her emotions almost made one think that her momentary helplessness was an illusion.

After answering that question, he stopped talking and even stopped looking at the man, staring intently at the ever-growing pile of rice in the earthenware jar.

The man felt as if an invisible, colorless thread was tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to ignore.

He and the other person lacked a formal conversation, the man thought.

As the rice bag emptied, he turned around, about to speak.

"Ah Chen, don't you remember me?"

Those beautiful eyes looked at him again, and upon noticing his reaction, they instantly dimmed.

"It seems so."

"You don't seem surprised?" the man realized.

Qingran smiled bitterly.

"After the doctor's examination, he said that you probably damaged your hippocampus and that you might have amnesia when you wake up. When I came back, you looked at me with such unfamiliar eyes. Given our relationship, how could I not have noticed?"

Given our relationship? What is this person's relationship with him?

Could he really be a member of the LGBTQ+ community?

Her gaze settled on the man's strikingly handsome face, and... she seemed to have found the reason.

Clearing his mind, the man asked, "How did I get hurt?"

"Car accident."

When did this happen?

"Last night."

"Then how did I get here?"

"You want to ask why I'm not at the hospital, right?" Qingran asked.

Seeing that the man acquiesced, he lowered his eyes and said with some sadness, "I don't have much money on me, so after the doctor treats your wounds, I can only take you home to stay."

The man was speechless, but considering the remote location of the house above him, he didn't doubt the claim.

However, the person opposite him had a golden and jade-like appearance, unlike a poor person, but rather like a rose that had been carefully watered.

"I'm sorry." He didn't mean to blame the other person. "Don't I have any savings?"

Qingran shook her head: "When I found you, you had nothing on you except the clothes you were wearing."

That's a strange statement. Did the other party find him after the car accident?

The man frowned: "What's going on?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you slowly while I'm cooking," Qingran said with a smile.

He took the rice bag, folded it, and stuffed it under the stove. He then took out a porcelain basin, scooped out half a cup of rice, and rinsed it.

Within minutes, the rice was rinsed and put into the pot, and the others sat down in front of the stove to start a fire.

"Snap." The lighter ignited.

The flames landed on the dry, flammable firewood and began to burn fiercely.

The flickering firelight reflected on the man's jade-like face, making it even more vibrant than the light from the overhead tungsten lamp.

After starting the fire, Qingran adjusted her posture, propped her face up with one hand, and looked at the man with a more relaxed expression: "Hmm, where should we begin?"

The man asked directly, "Who am I?"

Qingran: "Your surname is Yan, and your given name is Chen. Yan is the Yan in 'Severe frost and evening dew, penetrating to the bone's chill, and Chen is the Chen in 'Looking at the Huai barbarians, they come to offer their treasures.' You are from the capital."

Yan Chen: "Isn't this Beijing?"

Qingran: "No, this is Feixian County in Xia Province."

One is in the north and the other in the south, so it's obviously not something that can be reached in a short time.

Before he could ask, Qingran lightly touched her cheek and continued, "You came to Xia Province on a business trip and took the opportunity to see me."

Yan Chen reflexively looked up and met a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

Then those bright eyes turned melancholy, like flower buds drenched by a downpour, telling him, "Speaking of which, I'm partly to blame for your accident."

“If it weren’t for seeing me, you wouldn’t have driven here overnight, and you wouldn’t have unfortunately encountered a car accident in the rainstorm.”

"It was my own decision, and it has nothing to do with you," Yan Chen told the other party not to feel guilty.

He hadn't forgotten the man's words; he was found with nothing.

How did you find me?

Where was he found? Could there be more information about his identity at the scene of the car accident?

"It was by a highway leading to the county town," Qingran recalled.

“You told me yesterday that you would come tonight, so I waited for you at the foot of the mountain, but you didn’t show up until late at night. I called you but no one answered, and later you just turned off your phone.”

"I was worried that something had happened to you, so I searched along the road and finally found you unconscious by the roadside leading to the county town."

"Not at the scene of the car accident?" Yan Chen asked.

Qingran: "No, I didn't see any cars nearby either."

"In fact, when I found you, it was too late to see clearly, so I had no idea why you were unconscious. After taking you to the hospital and considering the doctor's examination results, I deduced that you must have been in a car accident."

Yan Chen listened quietly.

If this person is not lying, based on the available information, he is very likely the one who left the accident site on his own.

Perhaps he was too badly injured to remember, or perhaps the vehicle was so badly damaged that he was worried about an explosion and had to leave immediately; in any case, he didn't take anything else with him when he left.

The location of his car accident must have been within or closer to Feixian County; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone towards Feixian County, where seeking medical treatment was his first priority after being injured.

If no one answers the phone, it can only mean that the phone was dropped out of his reach during the car accident, or that he is no longer there.

The former is more likely, otherwise he would have been able to call the police and emergency services more quickly using his mobile phone.

The phone was later shut down because it got wet during the heavy rain.

The man's brain worked at lightning speed, quickly deducing the general course of events.

Rainy night, car accident, escape, rescue...

This is definitely not his house; the suits and shoes hanging outside match up.

Unfortunately, the person who claimed to have saved him didn't know where his car accident occurred, so he'll have to go to the police station to ask tomorrow.

"Does my family not know that I'm in an accident yet?"

Qingran looked at him with some surprise, then nodded shyly: "We've only... you haven't mentioned these things to me yet."

"Just what? Just met... or just started dating?"

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

With his hands slightly curled behind his back, the man looked at the bubbling iron pot and said, "The water's boiling."

Qingran tactfully changed the subject: "Yes, dinner will be ready soon."

He got up, lifted the lid of the pot, stirred the bubbling porridge, and checked its firmness, saying, "It needs to cook a little longer."

Yan Chen: "Isn't there a bit too much water?" So much water can't be boiled dry in a short time.

“Not much,” Qingran put down the spatula and turned around, “You’re injured, so you’ll have porridge today.”

The rising steam lingered between her eyebrows and eyes, making her face appear even more exquisite and beautiful.

He strode over, but Yan Chen didn't move, his hands behind his back gradually tightening.

Having explained his identity, shouldn't we now explain their relationship?

"Here you go." A badly damaged cell phone was handed to me.

The man lowered his eyes.

"The doctor said your injuries weren't serious, and your amnesia is only temporary. It might recover in a few days or months."

“But I know you’ll have some doubts if you don’t have any memory.” Qingran turned on her phone and showed it to him.

The screen displays a phone number labeled "Achen".

Click to dial, and a few seconds later the other end beeps and a message indicating the phone is switched off comes out.

Qingran then hung up and tapped the ball ball app, selecting another account labeled Achen.

A brief chat log flashed across the screen before being replaced by a detailed personal information page.

He complained affectionately, "It's a pity you didn't fill out your personal information properly, so I can't even gather any clues."

Indeed, the nickname on the page is fine; it's just the straightforward name Yan Chen.

Other information such as date of birth, place of birth, current location, and company were all left blank.

"Can I see the chat history?" Yan Chen asked.

Qingran seemed to remember something then: "Of course."

He returned to the chat page, handed over his phone, and said calmly, "I have a habit of clearing my chat history, so there isn't much content."

Without much thought, the man started reading the existing records.

Aside from the parts that touched on emotions, the dialogues generally only covered one thing.

That was the entire process from when he decided to go on a business trip to when he drove to see Qingran.

It matches the account given by the other party.

"Qingran?" Yan Chen repeated.

The person whose name was called looked up: "Yes, that's my name."

"The scenery of Xiaoxiang is described as green as if dyed, and the autumn scenery of Daolin and Yuelu is clear and bright." This sentence came to mind.

After she finished reading, the man smiled slightly.

The other person reached out and hooked their arm around his neck, leaning into his embrace and saying with a gentle smile, "You said that the first time you learned my name."

Yan Chen was slightly taken aback.

Before he could react, a kiss landed on his lips. It was a light, fleeting touch, like being kissed by a soft flower petal.

The excessively handsome man touched the spot where he had been kissed, his eyes half-closed in a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction, as he uttered two words between his lips.

"award."

The man frowned, his face ashen, but his heart, which had been beating normally, began to race.

No one knew that at that moment, he was thinking: all the known information proved that Qingran and he had a close relationship...

What if Qingran is lying to him?

The opposite is more likely.

A note from the author:

I forgot whether QQ used to display chat dates, so I've set it here to not display them.