After Amnesia, My CEO Ex-Husband Became a Clingy Gloomy Puppy - Chapter 2

[Which building?]

[Building 7! Our building! The offer is double the market price!]

[Seriously? I’ll sell!]

[Me too! What big shot is this loaded?]

[I heard he’s a young guy, ridiculously handsome, like a celebrity!]

[Then I have to go take a look! What floor?]

[18th floor. I’ll swipe you in with my elevator card!]

My heart skipped a beat.

No way.

I opened the door, and several neighbors were already standing in the hallway.

Dressed all in black with the aura of an overbearing CEO, Qi Xian was pressuring one of them.

“Hello. I’m buying your apartment. Name your price.”

The neighbor froze. “Huh?”

Qi Xian’s voice was low, edged with impatience.

“Any price is fine. I can transfer the money right now. Move out today, and I’ll cover all expenses.”

As he spoke, he was also bombarding me with text messages.

His fingers were moving so fast they were practically leaving afterimages.

Honestly, why be an overbearing CEO? He’d be better off in esports.

The neighbor stammered,

“I-I never said I wanted to sell-”

I was so embarrassed I was about to shut the door, but Qi Xian spotted me.

The cold look on his face melted instantly.

“Good morning, Miss Jiang.”

His voice was gentle, nothing like the domineering tone from a moment ago.

He quickly stuffed a business card into the neighbor’s hand.

“Contact me when you’ve decided.”

Then he crossed the distance to me in just a few strides.

Those damp, glistening eyes looked straight at me.

“I found our divorce certificate.”

“That’s wonderful. It turns out I’m actually your ex-husband.”

“Even though I can’t remember why we got divorced.”

“But my safe is full of your photos, every one of my passwords is your birthday, and my notes are filled with records about you.”

“The things you like to eat, the things you hate, the things you’ve said, the way you smile.”

“I read through all of it, and then I realized-”

His voice began to shake.

“I don’t need that information to prove who you are. Because the moment I saw you, I knew you were the person I love.”

“I like you. I like you very much.”

“Not a feeling I remembered-something entirely new.”

“No matter what happened between us before, no matter why you hate me-”

He straightened up and looked at me seriously.

“I want to remarry you.”

“Miss Jiang, marry me.”

The hallway went silent for three full seconds.

Then the neighbors erupted in a chorus of “woooow.”

The group chat went wild with notifications.

My face flamed red.

I had never been this mortified in my life.

I grabbed his collar and dragged him inside.

Then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Qi Xian was pinned against the wall in the entryway.

Before I could even let go, I saw his ears turn red at astonishing speed.

He lowered his gaze, his lashes trembling.

“Miss Jiang… isn’t this a little too fast?”

Me: “?”

Wait, why is this guy blushing?!

He didn’t dare look at me. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Though I don’t mind. In fact, I’m even… looking forward to it.”

Me: “??!!”

“But I still want to cherish you more.”

He lifted his eyes, breathing unevenly.

“We can take it step by step. Start with holding hands…”

His warm breath brushed against my hand.

I yanked it back at once.

Then pulled out a disinfecting wipe and scrubbed my hand like crazy.

Lunatic! Pervert! Creep!

If I’ve committed some crime, then let the law punish me-don’t torture me like this, okay?!

Qi Xian didn’t get angry, even though I was so blatantly disgusted by him.

He simply took a deep breath and looked around the apartment.

“This place… feels very familiar. I like it a lot.”

He stood there without moving.

Only his eyes darted frantically around, as if trying to carve every detail into his mind.

Not a single corner escaped his notice.

Of course it felt familiar.

He had personally designed every corner of this apartment.

It was just that, in the divorce, the apartment had gone to me.

The day he moved out, he’d stood by the door for a long time.

He must have been reluctant to leave this place.

Leaning against the wall, I studied him.

The Qi Xian after losing his memory was completely different from before.

The old Qi Xian had been taciturn, with his emotions never showing on his face.

Like an iceberg no one dared approach.

Qi Xian noticed I was looking at him.

The tips of his ears instantly turned red, and his breathing grew hurried.

“Miss Jiang, please don’t look at me like that.”