Sweet Temptation! The Beauty in President Pei's Palm is Too Alluring

Pei Yanzhou was stunned.

Shu Hua herself was stunned.

Wait... what is she doing?

Should I flirt with him?

She realized what she had done, her face flushed red, and she immediately withdrew her hand and turned around: "I...I'll go hang up the sign!"

She walked quickly to the maple tree and looked up to find a suitable spot.

The maple tree was very tall, with lush branches and leaves. Layers of red silk and wooden plaques swayed gently in the wind. All the good spots were already taken. She walked halfway around the tree and finally found a sunny branch, about an arm's length above her.

She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her arms, and tried.

Out of reach.

She jumped, but the wooden sign barely grazed the branch and didn't hang up.

I jumped again, but I was still just a little short.

"Ah..." she said, feeling somewhat defeated.

Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind her and gently grasped her waist.

The next second, he was lifted up.

Shu Hua gasped softly, instinctively wanting to turn around.

Pei Yanzhou's voice sounded behind her: "Hang up."

His voice was steady, and his arms were strong, holding her firmly in mid-air.

"I'll hold you," he said.

Shu Hua's heart skipped a beat.

With a blush, she carefully tied the ribbons of the two prayer plaques to the chosen branch.

"Okay," she said softly.

Pei Yanzhou gently put her down.

Shu Hua turned to look at him and suddenly asked, "Pei Yanzhou, do you really believe in an afterlife?"

Pei Yanzhou took her hand and walked towards the maple tree: "I don't believe you."

Shu Hua was stunned: "Then why did you still write...?"

"Because if it's with you," he looked ahead, his voice calm and resolute, "I'm willing to believe."

-

Hwaseong.

After returning from Jiangcheng, Shu Hua's health improved significantly. Her complexion was rosy, and her spirits were much better; she was no longer as drowsy as before.

However, my head still hurts occasionally.

And those fragmented memories, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, are impossible to grasp or piece together. They surface in my mind from time to time, but they are never complete.

Shu Hua was getting anxious and wanted to recall all her memories as soon as possible. But the more she tried, the less she could remember, and her headache only got worse.

"Take your time, there's no rush," Pei Yanzhou always said.

He never pressured her, nor did he show any disappointment because she couldn't remember the past. He simply stayed with her, like now, holding her hand and telling her it was okay.

But Shu Hua still felt very sad.

The feeling was like failing an exam despite having studied hard. She felt utterly useless.

In late autumn in Huacheng, the plane tree leaves along the streets have all turned yellow. When the wind blows, the golden leaves twirl and fall.

Shu Hua loves autumn. She loves the smell of autumn and everything that autumn brings.

For the past two months, her memory has been constantly fluctuating. Although she desperately wants to recover, she has gradually learned to accept it.

If you can't remember, then you can't remember.

Anyway, Pei Yanzhou is still by her side.

Anyway... they have plenty of time.

Pei Yanzhou occasionally goes on business trips. Whenever he goes on a business trip, Shu Hua will go back to the Shu family home or the Pei family's old house to avoid being alone at Banshan No. 1 and overthinking things.

That day, before Pei Yanzhou's flight was at 8 p.m., Shu Hua returned to Banshan No. 1 early in the morning.

Because today is his birthday.

She had asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he said "you." She thought he was joking, but he looked at her seriously and said, "Really, you are the best gift I could ever have."

Shu Hua blushed for a long time afterward.

But gifts still need to be prepared.

She started preparing at noon, making a birthday cake. She was quite skilled and succeeded on her first try. She also bought a bouquet of flowers, purple roses that Pei Yanzhou had given her before. She didn't remember why she chose that color; she just felt he would like it when she saw them.

At 5 p.m., everything was ready.

Shu Hua sat on the living room carpet, holding Tangyuan (sweet rice balls), waiting for Pei Yanzhou to come home.

Tangyuan has gained quite a bit of weight recently, a fluffy little ball nestled on her lap. Shu Hua gently scratched its chin, and it comfortably squinted its eyes.

"It's your dad's birthday today," she said to Tangyuan. "Do you think he'll like the gift Mom gave him?"

Tangyuan twitched its ears and yawned.

"...Never mind, it's pointless to ask you."

She put the glutinous rice ball down and got up to check the cake one more time. But as soon as she stood up, the glutinous rice ball suddenly ran away.

"Tangyuan!" Shu Hua chased after her, "Where do you think you're going now!"

Tangyuan ran very fast and skillfully slipped into a door at the end of the corridor. That was Pei Yanzhou's collection room, which was usually closed, but for some reason it wasn't closed properly today.

Shu Hua followed him inside, and subconsciously said, "Tangyuan! You're going in again."

She suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

again?

Why say "again"?

She stood at the doorway, looking at the familiar room, and suddenly had a strange feeling—she had been here before, and had come in following Tangyuan.

The collection room wasn't large; paintings hung on several walls, and antiques were displayed in cabinets. Shu Hua's gaze swept over the paintings, then settled.

The painting of twilight roses hung right in the center.

Below the frame, there is a small label: S.

S……

Shu.

Shu.

Shu Hua walked over and stood in front of the painting.

She looked at the painting, at the twilight she knew so well, and at the rose she had painted countless times.

Then, a voice exploded in her mind without warning:

That painting reminds me of someone.

It was Pei Yanzhou's voice.

Shu Hua suddenly closed her eyes.

Then, more images appeared—

She sat on his lap and said sweetly that she wanted to eat crayfish. He pretended to be disgusted, but he still rolled up his sleeves and peeled a plate of crayfish for her.

She stood before him in her wedding dress, and he put a ring on her finger, saying, "I will be faithful to you and cherish you for the rest of my life."

She didn't want to eat, but he would patiently coax her, feeding her and saying, "Eat one bite and I'll give you a gift."

She struggled in the water, desperately calling for help. On the shore, Jiang Chu's face was filled with terror; the icy pool water rushed into her mouth and nose—she thought she was going to die…

Then it was him.

He knelt beside her hospital bed, holding her hand, his voice hoarse: "Hua'er, please wake up. It doesn't matter if you forget me, I just want you to wake up..."

One scene after another, one scene after another.

Shu Hua opened her eyes, her cheeks already streaked with tears.

She remembered everything.

So it turns out... so he had always loved her this much during those days she had forgotten.

It turns out he never gave up on her. Even though she didn't remember who he was, even though she was wary, distant, and even afraid of him, he just gently said, "It's okay, we can get to know each other again."

She forgot him, forgot all the good things about him.

Yet he still cherished her dearly, treating her with utmost care and regards her as a precious treasure.

Shu Hua raised her hand and gently touched the picture frame.

It turns out that what she thought she had lost had never truly left.

The brain has forgotten.

But I still remember my heartbeat.

So on countless nights, she would subconsciously move closer to his embrace.

So in the temple, she would write down, "May my beloved be safe and happy."

So when she saw his words, "I want to be with you in the next life too," she felt a surge of emotion.

-

At 8:20 p.m., Pei Yanzhou's car drove into Banshan No. 1.

He had other things to do at work, but he postponed them until tomorrow. Today is his birthday, and all he wants to do is go home and see her.

His paintings are still waiting for him at home.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the main lights in the living room were off, with only a floor lamp on, casting a warm yellow glow in the late autumn night.

Pei Yanzhou paused in his steps.

The living room floor was covered with rose petals, extending all the way to the sofa area. Electronic candles flickered around the sofa, their warm light forming a giant heart shape.

He was about to call her when he saw Shu Hua come out of the room.

She wore a long black robe, her long hair was styled in large waves, and she smelled wonderful. She held a cake in her hands. Candles were stuck on the cake, and the candlelight illuminated her face, making her look gentle and radiant.

She walked towards him step by step, singing as she went:

Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...

She walked up to him, looked up, her eyes reflecting the candlelight and his face.

"Honey," she said with a smile, "Happy birthday!"

husband.

It's not "Pei Yanzhou".

It's not "you".

It's my husband.