RMM – Chapter 2 Newlywed Husband

Su Ruo lay awake, staring at the ceiling. It was already past midnight, yet she felt not the slightest hint of drowsiness.

The hospital room was a suite, with someone keeping watch in the outer room every night. Tonight, it was Su Ruo’s younger brother, Su Heng.

It had been several days since Su Ruo had woken up, and in that time, she had been constantly thinking—why was she here? How had she become Su Ruo? But no matter how much she pondered, she found no answers.

Over the past few days, Su Ruo had gradually come to understand—she had truly become Su Ruo. Sometimes, she felt as though she were dreaming, but when she pinched herself and felt the pain, she inexplicably began to believe that everything from her past had been the dream instead. Whether inside the dream or outside of it, she couldn’t untangle the confusion. Thinking about it too much gave her a headache, so she dared not dwell on it any longer.

“Like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly,” Su Ruo thought, feeling as though she had fallen into the same predicament. Yet she knew—whether as Su Ruo in the past or as Su Ruo now —neither was a dream. After all, how could a dream last twenty-seven years without a single flaw, feeling so vividly real?

The only logical conclusion was that Su Ruo had died from that fall, but her soul, by some strange twist of fate, had attached itself to Su Ruo, who had also fallen at the same time. It was likely that the real Su Ruo was already dead, leaving her to take over this body. From now on, she was Su Ruo, and Su Ruo… no longer existed.

Thinking this, Su Ruo—no, Su Ruo—felt a wave of melancholy. Whether it was fate or rebirth through soul transmigration, her life had now taken an entirely different course, one that would turn her world upside down.

Every time she saw Father Su, Mother Su, or Su Heng hesitating to speak, watching over her so cautiously, she couldn’t shake the unease in her heart. They all believed she had lost her memory, carefully observing and accepting the changes in her. But in reality, the current Su Ruo was no longer the person they had once known.

She was deeply moved and unsettled by their care and love, feeling as if it had been stolen —just like Su Ruo’s very life. Whenever she thought of this, an overwhelming sense of guilt flooded her, making her want to confess the truth. But then she would see the fragile, anxious look in Mother Su’s eyes or the warmth in Su Heng’s smile, and she would find herself unable to say a word. She could only let them continue treating her as their dearest family.

Staring out at the dark night beyond the window, Su Ruo took a deep breath and thought to herself, Forget it. Since I’m here, I might as well make peace with it. I’ll just be Su Ruo. Let the mistake continue.

With that, she exhaled a long breath of relief, feeling instantly lighter. Shaking off the gloom of the past few days, she whispered a quiet goodnight to herself and finally drifted into sleep.

The next morning, upon waking, Su Ruo saw Zhang Huaqing standing by her hospital bed. When she met her expectant gaze, full of warmth and hope, Su Ruo hesitated for a moment before speaking, somewhat awkwardly, “Mom.”

The moment she heard that long-awaited word, Zhang Huaqing was nearly moved to tears. For the past few days, Su Ruo had been withdrawn and silent, barely speaking a word, let alone calling her Mom. It had felt as though she were a stranger, breaking Zhang Huaqing’s heart. Now, hearing her daughter call her Mom so suddenly, she was momentarily stunned.

Seeing the usually poised and graceful Zhang Huaqing so flustered for once, Su Ruo couldn’t help but laugh. She then called out again, “Mom.”

This time, there was no hesitation—her tone even carried a hint of joy. It felt… surprisingly nice. Su Ruo found herself in a good mood.

“Oh! Ruoruo, my dear daughter. You scared me to death.” Zhang Huaqing pulled Su Ruo into a tight embrace, her voice choked with emotion.

“Ruoruo, have you… have you regained your memory?” Zhang Huaqing asked tentatively.

Hearing Zhang Huaqing’s question, Su Ruo lowered her gaze uneasily and fell silent. After a moment, she spoke in a low voice, “I… haven’t.”

Zhang Huaqing saw her daughter’s mood drop again just after she had finally brightened up. She silently cursed herself for being too nosy and making her sad. Quickly, she said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I was talking too much. I should be punished for that.”

Upon hearing this, Su Ruo lifted her head and looked at Zhang Huaqing. In a soft voice, she said, “Maybe… I’ll never remember.”

A trace of sorrow flickered through Zhang Huaqing’s eyes, but she held Su Ruo’s hand and said gently, “No matter what, you are still my daughter. Even if you’ve lost your memory, we can start over. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She then looked at Su Ruo intently, the firmness and love in her eyes making Su Ruo’s heart tremble. Having never experienced a mother’s love before, she felt as if she could drown in the deep affection Zhang Huaqing showed her.

“Mom… Mom, I want to be your daughter for a lifetime.” Su Ruo whispered as she nestled into Zhang Huaqing’s embrace.

“Silly child, what are you saying? You’ve always been our daughter.” Though she spoke in a reprimanding tone, Zhang Huaqing’s eyes filled with tears.

When Su Heng entered the room, he saw Su Ruo talking with Zhang Huaqing. Her expression was soft and peaceful, and the sunlight streaming in from the window danced in her smiling eyes, making her appear dazzlingly radiant.

“Wow, sis, you’re in a great mood today. Not bad, not bad.” Su Heng teased with a grin.

Seeing his sister in better spirits, he felt genuinely happy. Over the past few days, not only their parents but even he himself had been endlessly worried about her.

Su Ruo felt a little embarrassed when she heard Su Heng’s voice. She had noticed all their concerns over the past few days.

“Su Heng.” She greeted him with a smile.

Su Heng was stunned by his sister’s rare shyness and the slight blush on her face. Internally, he shouted, The world really is mysterious! My sister must have hit her head so hard that she turned into a lady.

“Hey, this is great! Sis, you’ve turned misfortune into a blessing. You’ve become a real lady! Keep it up—maybe don’t even bother recovering your memory.”

“What kind of talk is that? Are you happy that your sister got hurt?” Zhang Huaqing scolded him with a glare, giving him a light slap.

Su Ruo simply smiled and remained silent.

“Of course not! Mom, can you stop hitting me? I’m already an adult. If people see this, how will I keep my dignity? Show me some respect!” Su Heng complained, clearly frustrated by his mother’s habit of smacking him.

“Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you’re not my son anymore. As long as you’re my son, I’ll keep hitting you. If you think you’re so grown-up, go ahead and run away from home.” Zhang Huaqing scoffed at his protests, punctuating her words with another smack.

“Mom, am I really your biological child? You’re actually threatening me to run away from home? Be careful—if I really leave, you won’t be able to get me back even if you cry!” Su Heng dramatically waved his arms in protest.

Watching their interaction, Su Ruo smiled, her heart filling with warmth. Having never experienced a scene like this before, she felt overwhelmingly grateful and satisfied. Yes, she was truly thankful for this bizarre twist of fate that had allowed her to experience happiness like this.

That afternoon, many people came to visit Su Ruo. Word had spread about her memory loss, and while most acquaintances had heard the news, some found it hard to believe. After all, amnesia was something that only happened in dramatic soap operas. When such an event suddenly occurred in real life—especially to someone they knew—curiosity naturally ran high.

Among those most blatantly curious was a group of people who called themselves Su Ruo’s childhood best friends.

When He Wen led a group of men and women into the room, Su Ruo was in the middle of eating an apple that Su Heng had peeled for her.

She stared blankly as He Wen—whom she had only seen once, on the day she woke up—marched in with a whole crowd, carrying a mountain of gifts. Their voices were filled with what could only be described as schadenfreude as they asked, “Su Ruo, we heard you lost your memory? How does it feel? Is it super refreshing? Come on, tell us about it.”

“Hey, can you all calm down? My sister just recovered and needs to rest.” Su Heng quickly intervened to put a stop to their noisy chatter. When he noticed Su Ruo looking at him in confusion, he explained, “Sis, these are your friends, your childhood buddies. You guys grew up together. Don’t be scared.”

Upon hearing this, Su Ruo promptly choked on her apple. Friends? Childhood buddies? Was this how they visited a sick person? She had almost mistaken them for enemies coming to kick her while she was down!

“No way, Su Ruo, you didn’t forget us, did you? How could you forget our bond? Ancestor, how did you even manage to lose your memory? This is way too unreliable!” A tanned young man blurted out.

“What kind of nonsense is that? If she still remembered you, would it even be called amnesia? Lu Yue, shut up.” He Wen smacked Lu Yue on the head, making him go quiet.

He Wen then walked to the bedside, smiling as he said, “Ruoruo, we came to see you. How’s your recovery going?”

Among this whole group, He Wen was the only one who seemed somewhat familiar to Su Ruo. The others—all complete strangers—were staring at her with such intense warmth and concern that she felt extremely awkward, as if she were sitting on a bed of needles.

Since He Wen had seen Su Ruo right after she had woken up, she knew she must have forgotten everything. So, she sat down beside her, took her hand, and grinned. “Ruoruo, I’m He Wen, your best bestie. This time, you’re not allowed to forget me.”

Su Ruo’s face turned red as she softly responded and gave He Wen a small smile.

The others watched in silence as He Wen gently introduced himself, while Su Ruo responded with the kind of polite, “Nice to meet you” smile one would give a stranger. A cold chill seemed to pass through the room, and in that moment of awkward realization, they finally understood what true amnesia really meant…

“Sis, these people were your best friends before.” Su Heng’s voice sounded particularly loud in the sudden silence.

“Hey, kid, watch how you talk! What do you mean were her best friends? Just because she lost her memory doesn’t mean we aren’t anymore! Su Ruo, I’m Jiang Sheng’an. Our bond is as deep as the mountains and as vast as the sea—you can’t just forget it like that.” The one speaking was a tall, stylishly dressed man with an easygoing personality that immediately gave Su Ruo a good impression. She smiled and nodded at him.

Seeing this, the others refused to be left behind and quickly started introducing themselves one after another.

“Su Ruo, I’m Ye Huaiming. Remember that, alright? Once you’re better, I’m taking you out for a feast!”

“Ruoruo, Ruoruo! I’m Duan Wei! I can’t believe you forgot me—that’s way too cruel.”

“Ruoruo, I’m Wen Shaoning…”

…And so on.

The room became much livelier as everyone eagerly introduced themselves, their overlapping voices filling the space with chatter. Su Ruo listened with a polite smile, but internally, she was astonished—these so-called childhood friends of hers all appeared carefree and easygoing on the surface, yet they exuded an undeniable aura of nobility. Every movement they made carried an air of superiority, making it clear that they were all either extremely wealthy or held high status.

Thinking of this, Su Ruo couldn’t help but wonder if she, too, was similar to them now. Although she didn’t know the specifics, she could clearly sense the authoritative presence of her father. Not to mention, during her time in the hospital, the staff’s cautious respect toward her family had been too obvious to ignore.

While Su Ruo was lost in thought, a young and energetic voice suddenly rang out, pulling everyone’s attention back to the present.

“Su Ruo, little sister-in-law, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my brother too?”

The words instantly silenced the entire room. Every single person turned to look at her with intrigued expressions—even Su Heng had an “I’m very curious about this” look on his face.

Su Ruo, completely clueless, blinked in confusion at the young man who had just spoken. Her face was full of bewilderment. His brother? Who was his brother?

“Hahaha! Su Ruo, you’re amazing! You actually forgot Colonel Xi? I’m so satisfied right now—serves him right! Hahaha!”

Lu Yue’s teasing laughter echoed through the previously silent hospital room, lingering for quite some time. Under the weight of everyone’s complicated stares, Su Ruo suddenly had an ominous feeling.

“Sister-in-law, you really forgot my brother?” The same young voice spoke again, but this time, there was a hint of stiffness in his tone.

Ignoring the others, Su Ruo turned to Su Heng and asked, “Su Heng, who is his brother?”

Su Heng’s expression turned slightly unnatural. He glanced at Su Ruo hesitantly before replying, “Sis… Xi Yuehui’s older brother, Xi Yuechen, is my brother-in-law… which means he’s your… newlywed husband…”

“Cough, cough—!”

Su Ruo immediately choked on her own saliva, coughing uncontrollably.

Newlywed husband?!