TVSFPAG -Chapter 4 A Man with Resolve

Chu Jinhan stared straight at her, with no intention of stepping in to help.

Song Yunfei carried the items into the house on her own, placing the groceries on the table and fanning herself with her hand.

“It’s so hot outside.” She turned on the fan and sat in a chair, letting the breeze blow on her.

Noticing that Chu Jinhan was looking at her, she looked up at him as well. “Why are you staring at me?”

Chu Jinhan withdrew his gaze, glanced at the dishes on the table, and said, “I’m going out to deliver takeout later. I won’t have time to cook. Let’s just order takeout.”

This time of day was the peak for dinner, and also the busiest period for delivery.

Normally, after getting off work, Chu Jinhan would go straight to deliver takeout and wouldn’t even come home.

It was only because Song Yunfei seemed a bit unusual today that he came back to check on her—worried she might have done something drastic in the house.

Song Yunfei quickly realized that he had actually assumed she bought the groceries for him to cook.

She smiled helplessly. “I bought these to cook later myself. By the time you finish delivering takeout and come back, we can eat.”

“Since you’re already back today, just take a break. I’ll cook.”

She really didn’t want to eat takeout. Since Chu Jinhan wasn’t cooking anymore, it had to be her.

Chu Jinhan looked at her with a strange expression.

Over the past six months, the number of times Song Yunfei had cooked didn’t exceed five—and three of those were just instant noodles.

Most of the time, they either ordered takeout or Chu Jinhan cooked.

Even when he cooked, he was also the one who washed the dishes.

Now that Song Yunfei had bought so many groceries and claimed she would cook, it was no wonder he found her behavior suspicious.

Chu Jinhan didn’t say anything. He nodded, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, casually scrolling through his phone.

Apart from the sound of the fan spinning, the room was quiet—almost eerily so—with a hint of awkwardness.

Song Yunfei glanced at the man across from her.

He was wearing a white shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up, revealing his wheat-colored arms.

His head was lowered, his slender fingers swiping across his phone screen.

He used to be quite fair, but now he seemed a bit tanned. It didn’t affect his demeanor—instead, he looked even more composed.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead as well; he was clearly hot, yet he still didn’t come over to sit with her and share the fan.

Song Yunfei sighed inwardly.

It seemed that over the past six months, the original owner had completely worn down whatever guilt he once had toward her.

Chu Jinhan was still looking at stocks, but he didn’t have the money to invest. His salary card was entirely in Song Yunfei’s possession, and she didn’t allow him to trade stocks.

On the surface, Song Yunfei said she was saving money for them to buy a house in the future. In reality, she couldn’t control her own spending—whenever she was idle, she would start shopping online.

In truth, buying a house was just her excuse. With Chu Jinhan’s identity, did he really need to buy a house?

She was simply worried that if he had money on him, someone might trace him back through the address on his ID. Even without the exact address, returning to Haishi alone would give at least a fifty percent chance of being recognized.

The two stocks he was watching had gone up again, just as he had predicted.

But just as he was engrossed in watching them, a warm gust of air suddenly blew toward him.

Chu Jinhan looked up and realized that a fan had appeared in front of him at some point.

He turned his head and saw Song Yunfei crouching on the floor, plugging the fan into the wall socket.

His gaze fell on the back of her lowered neck. A few strands of loose hair stuck to her skin; her T-shirt clung to her body, outlining her fair lower back and the white waistband beneath her jeans.

For some reason, the scenes and sensations from last night suddenly flashed through his mind.

After plugging in the fan, Song Yunfei stood up and said, “Alright, I’ll go cook. This is for you.”

With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen.

The kitchen was very small and extremely simple—just two counters set up, with neither a gas supply nor a range hood installed.

The dishes were cooked using a gas cylinder, and all the fumes were vented out through the window and a basin-sized exhaust fan mounted on the wall.

However, both the window and the exhaust fan were very clean, without any thick grease buildup.

This was entirely thanks to Chu Jinhan. Every time he finished cooking, he would wipe them down.

Even the current Song Yunfei couldn’t manage to clean these things every single day.

This guy probably had obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

Song Yunfei shook her head and withdrew her gaze, taking out the vegetables and beginning to wash and cook.

Chu Jinhan watched the blurred silhouette behind the frosted glass, and the suspicion on his face deepened slightly.

Before long, Song Yunfei came out carrying the dishes.

Three dishes and one soup: shredded pork with green peppers, cucumber with ham sausage, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a tomato and egg soup.

Not extravagant, but very appetizing.

Song Yunfei pulled out two tissues, wiped the sweat from her face, and said to Chu Jinhan, “Eat quickly. You should still have time to go deliver takeout after you finish.”

In Song Yunfei’s memory, the original owner could cook as well—though only a few simple home-style dishes.

What she had made now was also home cooking. It shouldn’t give her away, right?

Song Yunfei was still somewhat afraid of exposing that she wasn’t the original owner.

Chu Jinhan had no feelings for the original owner to begin with—only guilt. If he found out she wasn’t her, that bit of guilt might disappear as well.

If he simply left, that would be one thing. What she feared more was that he might send her off for “slice-and-study” research, in order to avenge the original owner.

Even worse, if he left and later regained his memory, he might directly send her to prison. After all, she had deceived him so thoroughly—he wouldn’t care about much else; as long as he got revenge, it wouldn’t matter who she was.

Chu Jinhan remained silent for a moment, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks on the table.

Song Yunfei also began eating. After running around all afternoon, she was starving.

She had submitted her resume in the morning, and by the afternoon she had already received a call inviting her to an interview—so she had gone to the interview.

Thinking of this, she looked up at Chu Jinhan and said, “By the way, I found a job this afternoon. I’ll be starting work tomorrow.”

Chu Jinhan paused again and looked at her in surprise. “Why the sudden decision to work?”

Song Yunfei replied, “Staying at home is too boring. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat every day—you can see I’ve even gained weight.”

She straightened her back and patted her belly.

Chu Jinhan lowered his gaze toward her lower abdomen, but his eyes unconsciously drifted further down to her pair of fair legs.

After she had cleaned herself up, the earlier impression of filth had somehow vanished.

He only glanced a couple of times before replying perfunctorily, “You’re not fat.”

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Song Yunfei suddenly remembered something.

The original owner had once asked him the same question about whether she had gained weight. When he answered honestly, she immediately flew into a rage, asking if he was disgusted by her weight.

Song Yunfei sighed and continued eating.

After a while, she couldn’t help but ask again, “How does the food taste?”

Chu Jinhan: “Very good.”

His tone remained perfunctory, and Song Yunfei fell silent, no longer bothering to seek disappointment.

So cold—no wonder the original owner became increasingly controlling toward him.

On one hand, she worried he would be taken away by others outside; on the other, she feared he might regain his memory. Living in constant anxiety every day, it was already a miracle she hadn’t gone mad.

Of course, it was also her own fault. If she hadn’t brought him here in the first place, none of this would have happened.

After finishing the meal, Chu Jinhan took the initiative to collect the dishes and wash them.

Song Yunfei clicked her tongue in amazement—look at how responsible he was, then look at the original Song Yunfei.

Even a dog would shake its head at that.