Chapter 4 Ginger and Jealousy
Unfortunately, my Period hit at the worst possible moment.
The past few days of messed-up sleep and junk food had made it brutal.
The cramps were so bad I was rolling around in bed.
A bowl of Ginger Brown Sugar Drink appeared in front of me.
Steam curled up. I looked up through tears at the man holding it.
He fed me slowly while I drank.
I licked my lips.
His eyes darkened, voice low. “Good girl.”
We finished the whole bowl before it sank in how natural it felt.
Like breathing.
Not like two people about to divorce.
Song Jin Nian froze for a second.
So did I.
I cleared my throat. “I’m feeling better. Should we sign the Divorce Agreement now?”
He set the bowl down, leaned back on the sofa, tone lazy.
“So eager to divorce. Got someone waiting?”
That familiar pressure rolled off him—the old Song Jin Nian.
I shook my head fast. “Of course not. I’m not that kind of woman. There’s only ever been you in my heart.”
He looked bored. “I don’t care.”
Then my phone rang.
A syrupy male voice came through.
“Sister, you left your bag here. When are you coming to get it?”
The male model from the bar.
My whole body went cold.
The room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.
“Sister?”
“Sister, why aren’t you talking?”
The sweeter he sounded, the colder the air got.
“Sorry, wrong number.”
I hung up faster than I’d ever hung up on anyone.
I met Song Jin Nian’s sharp gaze and forced an awkward smile.
“Don’t know him. Wrong number.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“So Miss Su has a very attentive little brother.”
“Did I know about him before the amnesia?”
His tone was casual—like asking if I’d eaten.
But I knew him too well.
Even without memories, Song Jin Nian was possessive to the bone.
I was still legally his wife.
If he thought I’d crossed a line, I’d pay.
I’d been out spending money and dancing, yes.
But I hadn’t actually betrayed him.
The guy on the phone had only handed me a drink.
That was it.
Still, guilt crept in.
Pre-amnesia Song Jin Nian would’ve been furious if my eyes lingered on another man for two seconds.
Let alone accepting a drink.
But the man in front of me had no memories.
So maybe he wouldn’t care.
I met his eyes steadily and started weaving a story.
“You never cared about stuff like this before you lost your memory.”
He frowned.
I sighed, letting my voice waver. “You were always busy. You barely came home. Every time I tried to talk to you, you snapped that I was interrupting work.”
“Our marriage had problems long before the amnesia.”
“The memory loss was just the final spark. I’ve been ready for this divorce for a while.”
Song Jin Nian’s sharp features tightened.
He tapped the table thoughtfully.
“Then tell me—why did I marry you in the first place?”
I almost laughed.
Because I slept with you once and you turned into a ghost that wouldn’t let go.
Instead I sighed again.
“Probably because I’m pretty.”
“...”
“Your company was growing fast. Marriage looked good for stability. You picked the beautiful, gentle, considerate one to be your quiet, decorative wife.”
“But you underestimated your own charm. I didn’t want to stay a vase. I wanted more. You thought I was greedy. You started hating me. It was all my wishful thinking.”
I got so into it I actually choked up.
I almost believed myself.
Then I looked up.
Song Jin Nian was propped on one hand, watching me lazily.
When I stopped, he said coolly, “Continue.”
“...It’s all true.”
He gave me a long look.
“That mouth of yours really knows how to sweet-talk.”
“Then tell me—which of my overwhelming charms made you so greedy?”
My tragic expression nearly cracked.
Is that seriously what you’re focusing on?
He leaned forward, voice dropping. “Why’d you stop? Were you lying?”
“No! Husband—you’re young, handsome, filthy rich. You built an empire before thirty. Marrying you was like I saved the world in my last life.”
He raised a brow. “That’s it?”
My head throbbed.
Amnesia hadn’t cured the arrogance.
I rushed on. “Of course not! You’re every girl’s dream. Brilliant at work, perfect at everything else.”
“Master chef in the kitchen... and nowhere near imperfect in bed.”
“Three days and nights without repeating a single move. One better than six combined...”
The words slipped out before my brain caught up.
I wanted to slap myself.
Why did I say the truth?
Song Jin Nian’s lazy posture vanished.
He sat up straight, cleared his throat behind his hand, ears faintly red.
“You really are greedy.”
I wanted to scream.
You’re the one who begged me to keep going!
All those moves were practiced on me.
You were terrible at first!
But I couldn’t say that.
Not to the man who remembered nothing.
I gave up. “So to stop bothering you, Song Jin Nian, let’s sign the Divorce Agreement now.”
He didn’t move.
“Song Jin Nian?”
Finally he spoke, voice low.
“Your greed doesn’t bother me.”
“Only those who can’t afford it would call it a bother.”
I lost all my fight.
At this rate...
Could we even get divorced?