Chapter 936 - 936 922. Why does it taste a little different (3)

Chapter 936: 922. Why does it taste a little different (3) Chapter 936: 922. Why does it taste a little different (3) Jian Luo felt as if he had been struck by lightning as he looked into Jian Qing’s puzzled eyes, and lost his ability to speak.

How could his sister have forgotten about Quan Jingwu? What in the world was going on?

“Jian Qing, did you hit your head when you jumped off the cliff?” Finally, Bai Jue saw the clue. As a doctor, he had seen this most often; Jian Qing’s current reaction was quite similar to amnesia.

“Bai Jue, what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that I have amnesia?” Jian Qing lifted her eyes to look at him and asked straightforwardly.

“Also, what’s this about me jumping off a cliff?”

“Amnesia, how is that possible? I clearly remember everything about us.” Jian Luo couldn’t believe Bai Jue’s words, yet deep down he felt he had no choice but to believe them.

Otherwise, how could he explain his sister not remembering Quan Jingwu?

“Jian Qing, can you first tell us where you’ve been these past three months?” Bai Jue calmed down and asked carefully.

“I’m not sure. When I woke up, I was in a villa, and the owner of the villa was called Shen Yan. He seemed to recognize me, and he said he saved me,” Jian Qing said. “When I said I didn’t recognize him, he was shocked. The doctor said it was a sequela from the injury, causing a loss in part of my memory.”

As his suspicions were confirmed, Bai Jue’s face showed a touch of realization.

“Sis, have you really lost part of your memory?” Jian Luo asked incredulously, “Then what do you remember?”

“I only remember that I returned to Beijing, planning to take revenge on the An Family, but I can’t recall anything that happened after that,” she said truthfully.

Now, Black Jack couldn’t remain calm either.

From the looks of it, Jian Qing hadn’t just forgotten Quan Jingwu; she couldn’t remember anything that had happened since arriving in Beijing.

“Bai Jue!” Jian Luo instinctively looked to Bai Jue, “Quickly check on my sister.”

No wonder his sister had called him and hadn’t informed Quan Jingwu.

If Quan Jingwu knew that his sister had forgotten him, even thinking about the consequences felt bleak.

“Let’s not rush, first tell me why I would jump off a cliff,” Jian Qing said.

Jian Luo said, “Sis, we also want to ask you why you jumped off the cliff. You disappeared for more than three months, and we were almost going crazy looking for you.”

“Jian Qing, look at the ring on your hand. Do you really not remember Quan Jingwu?” Black Jack, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

“Quan Jingwu? Who exactly is he, and why do you keep mentioning him?” Jian Qing lifted the ring on her hand, “Does this ring have something to do with him?”

“Sis, that’s your wedding ring,” Jian Luo’s voice couldn’t help but rise, “It’s your and Quan Jingwu’s wedding ring. Quan Jingwu is your husband!”

His words struck Jian Qing’s heart like a bolt out of the blue.

What?

Wedding ring, husband?

How had she woken up to find herself a married woman?

She turned her gaze swiftly to the ring on her hand, which under the light, gleamed with a dazzling brilliance.

Uh… her wedding ring?

After a while, Jian Qing still couldn’t digest the news.

Just how much had she forgotten? She was even married.

“Sis, do you not remember Seventeen and Nineteen either?” Jian Luo asked perseveringly.

Jian Qing came back to her senses, “Seventeen and Nineteen?”

“Yeah.”

“Who are they?”

“Your children.”

“…”

Another bombshell dropped, and Jian Qing felt faint.

Having a husband was shocking enough, but now to have children too? What on earth had she done?

“Luoluo, are you sure you’re not joking with me?”

Jian Luo scratched his head, feeling a headache coming on, “Sis, how could I possibly joke about something like this? You’ve been gone for over three months, and Quan Jingwu has been nearly going insane.”

Upon hearing the latter part of his statement, Jian Qing felt her heart clench painfully.

Her face turned pale as she clutched at her chest, her brows furrowed tightly.

“Jian Qing, what’s wrong?” Bai Jue asked with concern, noticing her ashen complexion.

“My heart hurts.”

Her voice was extremely soft, as if she was murmuring in her sleep.

Bai Jue was confused for a moment, “What do you mean?”

Jian Qing shook her head, saying nothing.

“Jian Qing, you should rest for now, we can talk about other matters tomorrow,” Black Jack said in a gentle voice, seeing the exhaustion in Jian Qing’s eyes.

Jian Luo caught his hint and, looking at Jian Qing’s pale face, chimed in, “Sis, you’ve just come back and must be very tired. Rest first, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“No, tell me about the things that happened after I returned to Beijing,” she added at last, “and about… about anything related to Quan Jingwu.”

Waking up to find not only a husband but also a child, she couldn’t sleep at all without clearing things up.

Jian Luo looked to Black Jack and Bai Jue, who nodded, and then he began to tell Jian Qing about what happened after she returned to Beijing.

In particular, they described to her, in vivid detail, the matters between her and Quan Jingwu.

The dark night was another sleepless one.

As dawn broke and the mist dispersed, all was silent.

After listening to the three of them all night, Jian Qing’s head felt heavy and dizzy.

She leaned on the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Quan, Jing, Wu!

“Sis, have something to eat,” Jian Luo brought over a bowl of Seafood Porridge, placing it in front of her, “If you can’t remember, then don’t force it. With Bai Jue here, you’ll eventually recall everything.”

After a moment, Jian Qing opened her eyes, picked up the bowl, and spooned a mouthful into her mouth.

The sweetness of the seafood blossomed on her taste buds, and she frowned.

“This tastes a bit different.”

She herself was taken aback after blurting out those words.

“There’s nothing different about it, Sis. Don’t you always like eating Seafood Porridge?” Jian Luo picked up a bowl, took a taste, and said.

Jian Qing looked down at the steaming bowl of Seafood Porridge and pursed her lips.

She wasn’t sure why, but it felt as if the Seafood Porridge in her memories didn’t taste like this. Although the porridge was delicious, it seemed to be missing something.

From the side, Black Jack seemed to catch onto something, his gaze falling on the Seafood Porridge in Jian Qing’s hands.

He spoke in a low voice, “Jian Qing, Quan Jingwu often cooked meals for you, including Seafood Porridge.”

Jian Qing’s eyes widened slightly, her emotions growing even more complex.

Upon hearing Black Jack’s words, Jian Luo suddenly grasped the meaning behind Jian Qing’s earlier remark.

It turned out that even if his sister had forgotten Quan Jingwu, everything about him was etched into her marrow, indelible and unerasable.

Even an inadvertent remark revealed that she was still thinking of Quan Jingwu.

That bowl of Seafood Porridge was the best proof that only the porridge cooked by Quan Jingwu was the flavor she remembered and longed for the most.

“Sis, eat up. Once you’re done, we’ll head back to Beijing,” Jian Luo patted her shoulder, comforting her.

Being twins, he naturally sensed the slight panic and restlessness hidden deep inside her strong facade.

Jian Qing hummed in acknowledgment, took a couple of bites of the Seafood Porridge, then put the bowl down.

Seeing that most of the porridge was still left in her bowl, Jian Luo and the others remained silent.