Chapter 2 Tell my mother, I'm not...
Chapter 2
Luo Xiaoran naturally noticed the look of extreme shock in Chu Xingli's eyes when she looked at him; she almost fainted.
Clearly, they are very troubled by their own clothing style and taste.
Luo Xiaoran did it on purpose.
Having followed Chu Xingli for so many years, how could his taste still be stuck at the high school level?
I dressed like this today purely to test Chu Xingli's reaction.
If this method can evoke some memories of the past for Chu Xingli, it would be well worth it.
At worst, it would only leave Chu Xingli with the impression that he had terrible taste in clothes.
Luo Xiaoran didn't care.
Luo Xiaoran found Chu Xingli's subtle and imperceptible reaction to be quite acceptable.
...At least there were fluctuations; it wasn't completely ignored.
Although he had prepared for any possible situation, Luo Xiaoran still couldn't help but feel sad when he first met Chu Xingli, who obviously didn't recognize him.
Remembering the mental preparation he had done before coming here today, Luo Xiaoran quickly composed himself, smiled at Chu Xingli, and was about to say something when Chu Xingli spoke first, inviting him to sit down.
"Please, have a seat," Chu Xingli said, realizing how outrageous her reaction had been, trying to smooth things over and defuse the awkward situation. "I've seen so many of your works; they're all masterpieces, practically works of art..."
"For example?" Luo Xiaoran deliberately wanted to tease him.
Chu Xingli walked behind her desk without making a sound, intending to sit back down at her computer and use her browser to search, trying to stall for time: "Uh, well... well, like your TV series..."
You're so dense! Remember what Anna just said!
Luo Xiaoran sat on the sofa and said in a gentle tone, "I have only made three movies since my debut."
Only three parts?
Then, we should encourage him to have confidence in his career and future, so that he will agree to divorce us while valuing his career development, thus achieving a clean break.
"Hey, you can't tell anything from just three movies. How many people have you seen who hit the peak right from their debut, winning Best Actor and Best Actress awards? You're still young, you've only just begun..."
At this point, taking advantage of the fact that Luo Xiaoran couldn't see her computer screen, Chu Xingli pretended to be busy with work and quickly opened a search engine to look up information about Luo Xiaoran, preparing to feign that she knew him quite well—
Three films...three Best Actor awards?
Such niche writing.
Chu Xingli glanced at him guiltily, but through Luo Xiaoran's sunglasses, he couldn't see the emotions in the other's eyes.
All that Anna just told him, he probably got it all into his head, but he didn't remember a single word.
Luo Xiaoran understood, raising an eyebrow slightly, clearly not intending to continue speaking and embarrass Chu Xingli.
"Okay, actually I was in a car accident and lost my memory," Chu Xingli said, of course not revealing his true feelings. He also learned about the secret of being a transmigrator through this incident. "I've forgotten a lot of things... including you."
It wasn't until Luo Xiaoran heard Chu Xingli say those words that he finally accepted the fact that Chu Xingli had truly lost his memory.
Luo Xiaoran looked at Chu Xingli: "I know."
Chu Xingli was not surprised.
If Luo Xiaoran still can't figure out what's going on based on his reaction, he really should get his intelligence checked.
Moreover, the other party probably already knew about this from his parents, otherwise they wouldn't have come to his office today.
“So… even if you hadn’t come to see me today,” Chu Xingli said carefully, “I was going to contact you anyway and have a good talk with you.”
He never intended to become enemies with Luo Xiaoran and end up in a sorry state.
Only those who have loved deeply can become enemies, but now he doesn't even know the person in front of him very well, so how can he talk about hatred?
On the contrary, he should be thanking God for protecting him before he even started to offend Luo Xiaoran.
Luo Xiaoran hadn't seen Chu Xingli up close like this in a long time.
He missed the person in front of him very much.
Luo Xiaoran fully understands Chu Xingli's current attitude of feeling unfamiliar and wary towards him.
In fact, one could argue that this attitude is the normal one.
If someone suddenly loses their memory, and before their body has fully recovered, a stranger comes to tell them, "I am your partner," this statement is incredibly damaging and frightening.
"Mr. Luo, are you listening to me?" Chu Xingli waved his hand in front of Luo Xiaoran.
Perhaps because this negotiation, which could determine the rest of her life, was so important, Chu Xingli felt extremely uneasy. Every now and then, she would unconsciously bite her lip quite hard, thinking about what she should say next.
A fleeting glimmer occasionally peeks through the opening and closing of her lips.
Luo Xiaoran's throat tightened.
Those two full lips used to gently purse his fingertips with a smile, but now—
"Huh? Is the indoor light too bright? I'll go draw the curtains."
Chu Xingli understands that as a top artist, Luo Xiaoran needs to keep a low profile when traveling, but wearing sunglasses after entering the office will cause the eyes to strain too much, which is bad for the eyes.
Whether before or after his injury and amnesia, Chu Xingli is undoubtedly a meticulous and considerate person, which is quite different from his seemingly carefree and easygoing smile, yet it doesn't feel out of place.
As he spoke, he walked towards the window.
“No,” Luo Xiaoran turned his head, as if trying to avoid something, “It’s not glaring.”
The blinds were already drawn, making the office much dimmer.
Luo Xiaoran had no reason to continue wearing sunglasses, so he took them off and placed them on the tea table, his head slightly lowered.
However, Chu Xingli noticed Luo Xiaoran's slightly reddened eyes almost immediately.
Is that why you need to wear sunglasses?
Instead of sitting back at her desk, Chu Xingli chose a spot not too far from Luo Xiaoran and sat on the sofa.
When two people discuss divorce, it should be an equal matter, not like a superior and subordinate discussing work.
"Hold out your hand." Luo Xiaoran interrupted Chu Xingli's observation, not wanting Chu Xingli's gaze to stay on his face any longer.
Chu Xingli already has attention deficit disorder, so she is easily distracted.
Hearing this, he obediently did as he was told, and looked curiously at Luo Xiaoran's outstretched hand.
"What is this?" Chu Xingli asked.
Luo Xiaoran chuckled: "A gift."
He's clearly not as unsmiling as the internet says. Chu Xingli thought to herself.
Lost in thought, my palm touched a cold metal object.
Chu Xingli opened her palm in surprise, looking at the brand-new car keys Luo Xiaoran placed in her hand: "Why did you give me a gift?"
Luo Xiaoran didn't touch Chu Xingli's skin, withdrew his hand, and still smiled at him: "This is a gift from Hug Hug for being honest with me."
Chu Xingli was taken aback when she heard Luo Xiaoran address her by that name.
Hug is his nickname.
Perhaps they truly loved each other deeply in the past.
But that was all in the past.
“Uh, Mr. Luo,” Chu Xingli put down the car keys, paused for a moment with an unnatural expression, “I need to explain something to Mr. Luo.”
Whenever Chu Xingli met Luo Xiaoran's unreserved, dark eyes, she would feel an indescribable sense of guilt.
Undeniably, he was very clear about Luo Xiaoran's feelings for him, which were passionate, deep, and warm.
"I'm sorry." Chu Xingli lowered her eyes, her tone sincere and earnest.
Regardless of whether he can change his fate in the future, his guilt towards Luo Xiaoran at this moment is genuine.
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Luo Xiaoran asked.
“Because I’m getting a divorce from you.” Chu Xingli chose to end with “了”.
In his mind, this matter was already a foregone conclusion and would inevitably become a fait accompli.
“It’s your freedom to like or dislike whomever you want,” Luo Xiaoran shook his head. “You don’t need to feel apologetic towards me.”
Chu Xingli breathed a sigh of relief.
“But loving you and pursuing you is also my freedom,” Luo Xiaoran added.
Chu Xingli took a deep breath: "..."
“Mr. Luo, I have absolutely no feelings for you,” Chu Xingli said, straightening his posture and looking serious. “Not even a little bit.”
Before saying this, he pondered for a long time whether he should be so blunt.
Then the phrase "a short pain is worse than a long one" came to mind, and I blurted it out.
Luo Xiaoran is very outstanding, but he doesn't like him. No matter how outstanding he is, it's meaningless to him.
Life is short, and Chu Xingli, who cherishes life, dislikes doing useless work and is unwilling to go back on her mistakes.
And they would never sacrifice themselves.
Luo Xiaoran listened to his words calmly.
Chu Xingli, however, sensed a turbulent undercurrent.
...Turn your face away, are you crying?
To confirm his suspicions, Chu Xingli made a rather dramatic movement, bending down and squatting on the carpet, turning his head to look up: "You're not going to cry, are you?"
Luo Xiaoran remained silent and made no other reaction.
"The things we went through together..." Chu Xingli couldn't bear to see people cry, even if they were about to cry, so her tone softened unconsciously. "I really can't remember a single one of them."
Luo Xiaoran didn't look at him and said directly, "I can wait."
Despite being a large person, he sat on the sofa as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"What if I can't remember?" Chu Xingli asked.
"Then I'll wait a little longer."
"What if I can't remember at all?" Chu Xingli looked helplessly into his eyes.
"I'll just keep waiting."
Chu Xingli sighed.
My heart feels empty.
“Mr. Luo, true feelings change in an instant, even if we were once…”
Chu Xingli didn't feel deep love for the person in front of him. Even though he saw the sadness on Luo Xiaoran's face and his emotions were somewhat complicated, he still felt that certain words were a bit awkward, so he paused for a moment before saying them.
"Yes... you are my lover, but... but I don't have feelings for you right now. Mr. Luo, you can't force me, can you?"
"I want it." Luo Xiaoran's words revealed an undisguised childlike innocence.
Oh no, the strongman has locked up the man.
Luo Xiaoran's rather childish behavior almost made Chu Xingli laugh, even as she was filled with grief and indignation at her fate.
Seeing that the conversation was about to reach a stalemate, and noticing Luo Xiaoran's silence, Chu Xingli didn't dare to provoke him. She could only put the divorce aside for now and rack her brains to find a way to comfort him: "How about... we both take some traditional Chinese medicine to regulate our bodies after a while?"
Luo Xiaoran: "???"
Chu Xingli emphasized, "You take care of the treatment, and I will consolidate the results."
"Why are you consolidating?" Luo Xiaoran rarely spoke up.
"Because I'm straight," Chu Xingli replied matter-of-factly.
Luo Xiaoran: "..."
You'd better be.
Seeing that Chu Xingli already had a new phone beside her, Luo Xiaoran didn't take out the phone he had already downloaded various apps for Chu Xingli according to her habits. Instead, he asked gently, "Are you used to the phone?"
The car accident completely destroyed his phone.
Chu Xingli did find the phone his assistant bought for him awkward to use, but as long as he remembered that he had been lying in a hospital bed for almost a month, he would definitely feel unfamiliar with electronic products again, so he endured the discomfort and gave up.
Hearing Luo Xiaoran ask this question, I subconsciously felt that he had a solution: "What if I'm not used to it?"
Luo Xiaoran had already guessed it, and took out the new phone he had prepared for him in advance from his pocket: "I've downloaded everything for you, including your favorite wallpapers, the Aihuangman app, your usual social media platforms, and the Jinjiang website for your favorite melodramatic novels..."
"Okay, okay! Thank you, thank you," Chu Xingli was now a stranger to Luo Xiaoran, and feeling extremely ashamed, she quickly raised her hand to stop Luo Xiaoran from finishing speaking, "I will transfer the money for the phone to you."
He just blurted out his XP like that, doesn't he even know how to face people anymore?
“That phone has a lot of photos and videos of us,” Luo Xiaoran added, “of all kinds of moments, taken by you.”
Chu Xingli looked into his eyes and inexplicably started to have a slightly distorted thought.
The next moment, however, he caught a look of approval in Luo Xiaoran's eyes.
Chu Xingli immediately looked away, not daring to look at him again. She stood up, walked back to her desk, took a pen, and pulled out a few sheets of A4 paper, placing them in front of Luo Xiaoran.
"Draft the contents you want to include in the divorce agreement on this piece of paper first. Then we'll put them together and make sure we both agree on them."
Luo Xiaoran remained silent.
Chu Xingli, however, seemed to have a natural talent for drafting divorce agreements, his thoughts flowing freely and his writing flowing like a divine hand.
He quickly wrote half a paragraph and handed it to Luo Xiaoran: "I wrote a few points for you, see if they're okay?"
Luo Xiaoran accepted it.
He recognized every single word on the paper, but when they were put together, he subconsciously resisted trying to understand their meaning.
Luo Xiaoran's fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the paper.
"Watch out!" Chu Xingli suddenly noticed his fingers and quickly walked over to stop him. "Can't you feel your hand being cut?"
Luo Xiaoran belatedly looked up at him.
"Clatter".
The sharp edge of the A4 paper cut Luo Xiaoran's fingertip, leaving a bloody gash.
Crimson blood dripped onto the desk, but Luo Xiaoran took out a tissue to wipe the blood off the desk, clearly not caring about his own wound.
People who deal with documents all day long know the power of A4 paper.
To some extent, the pain and itching it causes is no less than being cut by a small dagger.
"Wait here, I'll go get the iodine." Chu Xingli was a meticulous person to others, but exceptionally rough around the edges when it came to herself.
Therefore, he always keeps alcohol, iodine, and bandages in his office, which came in handy at this time.
Chu Xingli turned around and walked back with the iodine solution in her hand. As soon as she looked up, she saw the other person staring blankly.
"Is it too painful?" Chu Xingli asked.
Luo Xiaoran was afraid he wouldn't touch her, so she spoke faster and nodded against her conscience: "It hurts a lot."
Chu Xingli frowned: "Let me disinfect you first."
He walked up to Luo Xiaoran and casually pulled up his trousers to make it easier for him to squat.
"Reach out your hand."
Luo Xiaoran obediently turned his palm over, revealing the wound, but his gaze fell on Chu Xingli's thick eyelashes, which were so close to his.
They were standing quite close, almost able to feel each other's warm breath.
Chu Xingli had to say something to ease the awkwardness: "Don't be too sad. Although divorce is inevitable, you will eventually meet someone you like even more."
Luo Xiaoran curled his fingers, but Chu Xingli pinched the base of his fingers: "Don't move."
He knew Luo Xiaoran didn't want to hear these things, and he also felt that what he said was actually a bit heartless.
Chu Xingli attributed all of this to the fact that he had just recovered from serious injuries and his brain was occasionally not quite normal... which was a normal phenomenon.
Luo Xiaoran's fingers were long and slender, with full nail beds and neatly trimmed nails. The veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging from exerting some force, exuding sexual tension.
Chu Xingli couldn't help but take a second look.
"You wiped it crookedly," Luo Xiaoran reminded him, a smile in his eyes as he looked at Chu Xingli's pale neck, which stiffened for a second.
Chu Xingli used to like holding his hand and examining it closely, and she hasn't forgotten that now.
Luo Xiaoran managed to calm himself down once again, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Chu Xingli's hands kept moving, and her words of comfort continued: "In the future, if you need any help from me, whether it's in your career, life, or relationships..."
At this point, fearing Luo Xiaoran might misunderstand, he quickly looked up at her and added, "I mean, if you're looking for a boyfriend or something, I can help you find your perfect match... no, the most suitable one for you..."
Sure enough, Luo Xiaoran's eyes, which had suddenly lit up, dimmed again in dejection.
.
After applying the medicine, Chu Xingli and Luo Xiaoran distanced themselves from each other.
He quickly completed the drafting of the divorce agreement, and this time he held it up to show Luo Xiaoran.
"I agree to the divorce." Luo Xiaoran answered readily without even looking at the document.
Upon hearing this, Chu Xingli happily handed him the drafted A4 divorce agreement, but Luo Xiaoran grabbed the paper and pressed it onto the desk: "But..."
Alarm bells rang in Chu Xingli's mind.
It wasn't that simple after all.
"Participate in a TV show with me, and then we'll get a divorce."
Chu Xingli was frantically organizing the contents of the divorce agreement in her mind when she heard Luo Xiaoran's words. Without even looking up, she casually asked, "What program?"
What's the purpose of this? To make money? He doesn't lack money, and neither does Luo Xiaoran.
To display their precarious, doomed relationship in front of a national audience?
...To kill one's wife and prove one's path?
Chu Xingli's brain, which had been filled with all sorts of melodramatic novels, was blaring alarm bells. She quickly looked up and gave Luo Xiaoran a wary glance.
"I think the idea of a divorce reality show broadcast live is great."
Chu Xingli exclaimed in surprise, "Live broadcast? Live broadcast of a divorce? This is too private! What was they thinking? Who is this person who suggested I participate...?"
Luo Xiaoran stopped him from blurting out something that could cause trouble: "Our mother."
Chu Xingli: "..."
Private Marseille.
He admitted that he had spoken a little loudly just now.
"And you'll definitely love this variety show," Luo Xiaoran said, having thoroughly grasped Chu Xingli's preferences, "There's a lot of juicy gossip about it."
He mentioned the names of several celebrities, and Chu Xingli, the gossip-loving bandit, immediately perked up his ears like antennas.
"Qiao Manyun and Bao Keming are preparing for divorce and have already confirmed that they will be participating in this variety show."
As soon as Luo Xiaoran finished speaking, Chu Xingli stood up.
Qiao Manyun.
The woman who cheated on her cousin, causing him to suffer from severe depression and attempt suicide several times.
"Is her marriage also coming to an end?"
Chu Xingli never gloated over other people's misfortunes, except for Qiao Manyun.
Not only did she openly have an affair, but she also returned to her cousin's house pregnant with her lover's child and caused a huge scene. Taking advantage of her cousin's gentle nature, she forced him to give her a large sum of money before divorcing him and leaving.
Seeing Chu Xingli's gossip spirit burning brightly, Luo Xiaoran already had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to see with his own eyes the joyful look of Chu Xingli's eyes shining with gossip.
“I’ll participate,” Chu Xingli said confidently. “Tell my mother I’m not a coward.”
*
The two reached an agreement on the topic of the program, and Luo Xiaoran had no reason to refuse Chu Xingli's request. He sat on the sofa and waited for Chu Xingli to finish writing the divorce agreement and show it to him.
But then again, today was actually the happiest day for Luo Xiaoran in recent times.
After all, when he went to the hospital a few days ago, Chu Xingli was quite annoyed with his reaction. Today, he seemed to have changed his personality and was at least able to talk to him.
"Hiss..." Chu Xingli, who was writing furiously, looked up at Luo Xiaoran, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Luo Xiaoran felt that after talking for so long, they should have some initial impression of him.
Although... even though he tried his best to make his presence known to Chu Xingli and talk to him every day after Chu Xingli was discharged from the hospital, he would still forget about him in the blink of an eye.
And that was the longest conversation they'd had in the past few days, so it should have left a deep impression on them, right?
Seeing Chu Xingli's gaze directed at him, Luo Xiaoran had already mentally drafted the questions Chu Xingli was going to ask him.
They'll ask questions like, "When were you born?", "What do you do for a living?", and "What is your ID number?"
Unexpectedly, Chu Xingli hesitated for a long time before asking shyly—
"Hey, um... what's your name again?"
Luo Xiaoran: "???"
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