Taken Home by a Yandere After Losing My Memory - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I had lost my memory.

A man was sitting by my hospital bed.

He had handsome features and an air of cool, noble restraint.

He asked me, “Do you still remember who I am?”

I looked at the dampness at the corners of his eyes, then at the way he was clutching my hand.

Confused, I said, “Aren’t you my husband?”

He froze for three seconds. “Yes. I am.”

All of a sudden, a row of floating comments flashed before my eyes:

[He just admitted it???]

[…This guy’s got something. He really dares to claim anything!]

[Holy crap, what a psycho, scheming, green-tea male lead. As expected of someone the female lead raised with her own hands. He’s brave as hell! That innuendo just ran me right over.]

[Back then, after the female lead abandoned him, he abused himself for three days and three nights. Then he spent ten years slowly turning himself into her ideal type.]

I was stunned.

The comments kept scrolling:

[Well, this saves trouble. The male lead had already planned that if big sis couldn’t accept him, he’d lock the female lead up.]

[The servant outfits and little toys are all ready in the basement. What a shame-we probably won’t get to see them anytime soon.]

[Does anyone understand me? The humble, crybaby little pervert has become a business tycoon, but deep down he’s just a puppy who wants to wag his tail for our unnie in bed!]

Those filthy comments made my face instantly burn bright red.

I raised my eyes to the man in front of me.

Light brown irises, a high nose bridge, a perfect jawline, and what looked to be a nearly six-foot-three frame-every single part of him hit my preferences dead-on.

I swallowed.

I tried hard to calm myself and suppress the storm raging inside me.

This guy was pretending to be my husband?

…

His breathing was very soft, and his tone was cautious. “Honey…”

His expression was exactly like that of a stray puppy terrified of being abandoned.

But I could clearly see the faint possessiveness hidden deep in his dark eyes.

Forcing myself to stay calm, I said, “Um… are you really my husband?”

The moment the words left my mouth, the comments started scrolling again:

[Oh, the female lead saw through him. The male lead is afraid she’ll leave, so now he’s going to lock her in the little black room.]

A layer of cold sweat broke out across my back.

Chapter 2

As the comments scrolled like mad, I roughly figured out the plot.

This world was a yandere redemption novel.

The female lead, Cheng Zhinan, had been dumped by her parents on her grandmother in the countryside when she was little. The two of them depended on each other for survival. One day, her grandmother found the male lead, Jiang Rang, at the mouth of an alley after he had been beaten up by thugs.

At first, the boy was withdrawn and strange. Perhaps because he had lived on the streets and suffered abuse for so long, he couldn’t easily accept the female lead and her grandmother.

The female lead worked hard to take care of Jiang Rang. Her warmth slowly melted the male lead’s defenses, until her grandmother passed away and he came of age.

When Jiang Rang discovered that the female lead had gotten a boyfriend, jealousy crashed over him like a tidal wave. He suddenly realized that his feelings for her had changed. He wanted, almost out of control, to take her for himself. But he was self-conscious and terrified of frightening her, so he could only restrain himself.

The female lead soon noticed the greedy, burning gaze of the younger brother who seemed so obedient on the surface. Then one day, she found that diary under his bed. It was filled with his possessiveness toward her and all his filthy fantasies.

She threw him out of the house.

[The male lead is a lunatic. On the surface, he pretends to be obedient, wagging his tail and begging for pity. In reality, after big sis falls asleep, he secretly kisses her.]

[Why won’t the female lead accept the male lead? They’re not even related by blood.]

[Please, big sis, just look at the male lead. As long as you say yes, he’d even give you his life.]

…

These comments made me both afraid of Jiang Rang and deeply curious about him.

Maybe because he was a child I had raised from a young age, I really did feel an inexplicable familiarity and closeness toward Jiang Rang.

“Honey,” he said, turning his head slightly, not daring to meet my eyes. “We’ve been married for three years already.”

“Really…”

Testing the waters, I lifted my fingers. The moment they brushed his face, he stiffened and jerked back.

It was only a touch.

Yet the tips of his ears flushed with an odd, faint red.

Did someone like him really dare to secretly kiss me after I fell asleep?

I stared at him in a slight daze. Moonlight fell over his handsome face, and his expression had already returned to normal.

He lowered his gaze to meet mine, his eyes tender and indulgent.

“So, will you come home with me today?”