Unspoken Memories

The luxury car glided smoothly through the city streets, its interior bathed in the soft glow of ambient lights. Wu Mei sat close to Qin Yanzhou, her eyes fixed on his profile, searching for traces of the man she once knew.

Qin Yanzhou glanced at her, his expression unreadable. With a swift motion, he gently tapped her forehead with his index finger.

"Wu Mei, don't pretend to be crazy with me. I do not believe this," he said, his voice tinged with skepticism.

She tilted her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Then what do you believe?" she asked, inching closer to him.

"I don't believe any of them," he replied, his gaze unwavering.

Without warning, Wu Mei leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was brief, yet it sent a jolt through both of them. Qin Yanzhou's eyes widened in surprise, his body stiffening momentarily.

Pulling back slightly, she whispered, "Does A Yan believe this?"

He hesitated, his voice low and serious. "No... I..."

Before he could finish, Wu Mei kissed him again, this time with more fervor. Qin Yanzhou, caught off guard, found himself responding, his hand moving to cup her chin.

"Wu Mei..." he murmured, his voice a mix of confusion and longing.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering. "If this doesn't work, A Yan, let me show you that I love you. Let me kiss you. Is that okay?"

From the driver's seat, the assistant couldn't help but comment, "It's finally springtime for Mr. Qin."

Qin Yanzhou shot a glance at the rearview mirror. "What's so good about it?" he retorted, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness.

Turning back to Wu Mei, his expression hardened. "Who taught you this? He Sheng? Wu Mei, you're really something. You've been with him for ten years, and you've learned this?"

Wu Mei's heart clenched at the mention of He Sheng. She closed her eyes, memories flooding back. In her past life, it was Qin Yanzhou who had held her, whispered to her, and kissed her with such intensity.

She recalled a night when he had taken her in his arms, laid her gently on the bed, and said, "A Mei, say you love me."

"I don't," she had replied, defiant.

"I'll kiss you until you love me. I'll do it until you love me and want me," he had whispered, his lips trailing down her neck.

Snapping back to the present, Wu Mei opened her eyes, determination shining through.

"I told you, I don't know any He Sheng. Why do you keep mentioning him? Who is he?" she asked, her voice steady.

Qin Yanzhou studied her, searching for deceit but finding none. The woman before him was different—more assertive, more genuine.

He leaned back, a sigh escaping his lips. "You're giving me a hard time, Wu Mei."

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "I'm not trying to make things difficult. I just want you to love me."

He looked down at their intertwined hands, the warmth of her touch grounding him.