What Should I Do If I Wake Up and My Husband Has Amnesia?

Pei Xingchuan woke up to an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed, and, on the bed... an unfamiliar person.

The beautiful Omega woke at the noise he made. His smooth arm, covered in red marks, sleepily wrapped around Pei Xingchuan's neck as he softly called him "Honey."

Pei Xingchuan instinctively recoiled. Then, as he moved, he sensed something was off and stiffened.

He had woken up seven years in the future.

And according to his childhood friend, the Omega in front of him was the wife he'd pursued relentlessly for half a year before finally winning over.

What a joke!

Pei Xingchuan couldn't believe it. He'd always hated Omegas, so how could he have done something so shameless as pestering one without giving up?

He had to get a divorce. He absolutely had to!

"Honey." The helpless voice came from behind him. The Omega sat on the bed, looking lost and pitiful. "My scent-blocking patch isn't on properly. Could you help me?"

Pei Xingchuan pressed his lips together and stiffly walked over--

Never mind. The Omega was his wife, at least in name... He could at least take some time to get used to it.

He'd get divorced later.

·

When he woke up, his husband's familiar face looked like a stranger's. His voice was cold. "Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?"

Song Qingyue blinked, then suddenly smiled. His voice was sweet and teasing. "Playing games like this first thing in the morning...?"

It was only afterward that Song Qingyue learned that his husband had been in a car accident on his way home from a business trip the night before. He'd hit his head and lost his memory.

The Pei Xingchuan of today still remembered being twenty years old.

At twenty-seven, Pei Xingchuan was gentle, considerate, and a perfect gentleman. He was also a master in bed, often leaving Song Qingyue utterly spent.

At twenty, Pei Xingchuan was inexperienced and green, blushing and flustered whenever he so much as glanced at Song Qingyue--and yet he kept insisting that he hated Omegas.

Watching her husband sit there red-faced and wary, Song Qingyue smiled slowly.

How interesting.

·

Later, Pei Xingchuan clutched the bedsheets and stared at the person on top of him. His face was so red it looked ready to burst. "Y-you're an Omega. How can you... how can you..."

Song Qingyue took his hand and placed it on his own stomach. "Don't you like it, honey?"

[Alluring, mature, long-haired wife-like bottom X sharp-tongued, even sharper-bodied 'Omega-hating' top]

Theme: Falling in love with you all over again.