My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 284 I'll Take You Home Now

The printer in the laboratory buzzed, and Zhu Ziqing's test report slowly came out.

Tan Haoyu grabbed the report, his eyes quickly scanning it, his tense brows instantly relaxing: "No brain trauma!"

Xiao Xingyi leaned closer, glanced at the report, and nodded, saying, "It seems we can rule out the possibility that the amnesia was caused by severe brain injury."

The two exchanged a glance and quickly made a decision. "Let's start investigating drugs and psychological stressors," Tan Haoyu decisively ordered. "Xiao Xingyi, you immediately work with the experts to find a treatment."

"Understood!" Xiao Xingyi replied and quickly left. Tan Haoyu then had all the medicine Zhu Shigou had given to Zhu Ziqing replaced with vitamin tablets.

Meanwhile, Zhu Shigou claimed he had to go to the capital on business, leaving Zhu Ziqing alone at home. The spacious house instantly became empty and quiet, so quiet that even breathing could be clearly heard. Zhu Ziqing paced between the rooms, each step echoing with loneliness.

To pass the time, Zhu Ziqing decided to design clothes for Xiao Qingqing. She rummaged through colorful fabrics and carefully selected the ones, determined to finish them before Children's Day. But after only a few strokes, she started yawning, her head felt dizzy, and her paintbrush began to malfunction.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Ziqing irritably threw down her sketches, went into the bathroom, and washed her face with cold water. But the cold water did not dispel her drowsiness; instead, it made her feel weak all over.

"Am I sick?" Zhu Ziqing frowned, hesitated for a moment while looking at the medicine bottle, and finally swallowed double the dose. Then she lay down on the bed and waited for the medicine to take effect.

Soon, Zhu Ziqing was drenched in cold sweat; her condition had not improved but had worsened. She writhed in agony on the bed, her teeth grinding together.

Zhu Ziqing reached for her phone, wanting to call her father, but stopped after dialing the number. "I can't let Dad worry." She bit her lip and gave up on asking for help.

Just as Zhu Ziqing was in despair, her phone rang suddenly. It was Tan Haoyu calling. "Ziqing, what are you doing?" Tan Haoyu's voice carried a hint of concern.

Upon hearing Tan Haoyu's voice, Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened, and she felt wronged and wanted to cry, but she still forced herself to remain calm: "I... I'm sick."

"Don't hang up, wait for me!" Tan Haoyu's voice became urgent. Zhu Ziqing vaguely heard the sound of a car door closing, knowing that Tan Haoyu was on his way.

Soon, the doorbell rang urgently. "Ziqing, open the door!" Tan Haoyu's voice came from outside the door.

Zhu Ziqing sat up groggily and struggled toward the door. Her hand groped weakly for the doorknob, almost grasping nothing.

The door had barely opened a crack when Tan Haoyu rushed in and scooped Zhu Ziqing up in his arms. Zhu Ziqing was limp and powerless to resist, so she could only obediently lie in Tan Haoyu's arms.

"Haoyu, where are you taking me... I don't even know where home is anymore." Zhu Ziqing said weakly, "Home is where Dad is. When he's not here, I feel like I have nowhere to go."

Tan Haoyu tightened his arms around Zhu Ziqing, holding her close. His voice was deep and firm: "I'm taking you home. From now on, I won't let you suffer pain and loneliness alone anymore."

A hint of self-reproach flashed in Tan Haoyu's eyes: "It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well, which caused you to suffer all this pain and even lose yourself. From now on, I will never let such a thing happen again."

Zhu Ziqing leaned limply against Tan Haoyu's chest, her head spinning, mumbling incoherently, "You... who are you? Why do I feel both familiar and strange towards you..."

Tan Haoyu looked at her with heartache and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead: "It's me, Haoyu, Ziqing, don't be afraid."

Zhu Ziqing frowned, looking bewildered: "I can't even remember my own name, let alone what happened in the past. Sometimes, I even feel like I don't belong to this world, and that I might just disappear one day..."

When her father was mentioned, Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened: "I don't dare to tell my dad these things, for fear of worrying him. I know he doesn't tell me about the past for my own good, but I always feel uneasy."

“I try not to think about the past, but those blank memories are like a black hole, constantly pulling at me. I’m afraid to think about the past, but I don’t know why I’m afraid…” Zhu Ziqing’s voice trembled, full of helplessness.

“Outside, I don’t dare to make friends. Whenever someone asks about my past, I can only pretend to be indifferent. I’m afraid that if I tell the truth that I have amnesia, I will be treated like a monster…”

Tan Haoyu held Zhu Ziqing tightly, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart: "Ziqing, I understand how you feel. Seeing you always use a smile to hide your inner fear and anxiety, I feel so guilty for not protecting you!"

Tan Haoyu's gaze deepened, filled with regret: "It's all my fault for losing you for so long. How did you manage to get through these three years...?"

Zhu Ziqing snuggled into Tan Haoyu's arms, her voice choked with emotion: "When I'm sick, I'm especially vulnerable. I haven't had anyone to confide in for so long, so it's easy for me to fall into the warmth you give me."

“I’m jealous and envious of the ‘Zhu Ziqing’ in your memory. You two have so many beautiful memories and such a deep bond. As for me, I only have my father, and I don’t even have a past. It makes me sad just thinking about it…” As she spoke, Zhu Ziqing laughed again, but that smile hid endless bitterness.

Tan Haoyu felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew all too well that Zhu Ziqing's smile was just a mask for her inner unease. "Ziqing, I understand your fear and loneliness. Actually, I was afraid too, afraid that I would never find you again in this lifetime."

Zhu Ziqing looked up, her eyes full of doubt: "You know, it must be the 'Zhu Ziqing' from before, right? Am I really the same as her?"

Tan Haoyu gazed deeply into Zhu Ziqing's eyes: "Trust me, just like you trusted me to deal with Wan Qingsha back then. This time, I will definitely not let you down either."

Zhu Ziqing's lips moved slightly, and she asked softly, "Can I really trust you?" In fact, deep down, she had already silently chosen to believe Tan Haoyu.

Nestled in Tan Haoyu's arms, Zhu Ziqing suddenly recalled the scene from her shopping trip earlier that day—Tan Haoyu dressed differently, yet had the same face. "Why... why did I see these things?" Her brows furrowed, and a wave of unease surged within her.

Physical discomfort, inexplicable fear, anxiety, and a sense of helplessness instantly overwhelmed her. Zhu Ziqing trembled all over, and an urge to bite Tan Haoyu surged within her. The next second, like a wild animal out of control, she bit Tan Haoyu's shoulder hard.

Tan Haoyu's body stiffened slightly, his white shirt quickly becoming stained red with blood. But he didn't even flinch, letting Zhu Ziqing tear at him. In his heart, compared to the pain Zhu Ziqing endured, this little bit of pain was insignificant.