Remember, You're My Husband

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[The blurb for the upcoming novel "Young Master Yun Wants to Write an Erotic Book" is at the bottom.]

Blurb:

1.

Chen Banban was young, but bold.

One perfectly ordinary day, a year after graduating from college, Chen Banban went to the hospital for a checkup and ran into the person he had secretly loved back in college.

His secret crush was being wheeled back to his room by a doctor. Chen Banban overheard a nurse say that Song Enyu had lost his memory after a car accident and that they hadn't been able to contact his family.

In a moment of impulse, Chen Banban was about to head downstairs when his overheated brain ordered him, "Turn. Turn into that hospital room."

Chen Banban quickened his pace. The doctor had just settled the patient into bed when Chen Banban pushed open the door and smiled. "Sorry, honey. I'm late."

2.

A whole year's wages barely covered Song Enyu's surgery and hospital stay, but at least Chen Banban could take him home.

Chen Banban half-truthfully bluffed Song Enyu: "We just got together recently. You're my senior, and we met in college!"

Song Enyu believed every word.

After he was discharged, Chen Banban took care of everything. He gradually bought Song Enyu all the daily necessities he needed, even painfully splurging over a thousand yuan on a silk duvet cover set.

With a beautiful man at home, Chen Banban hardly went anywhere besides work and part-time jobs. Whenever he had free time, he stayed home with Song Enyu.

Song Enyu's injuries hadn't healed yet, so he worked from home. Every day, he kissed Chen Banban on the forehead. "Thanks, baby. You're so good to me."

Chen Banban's gaze turned shy and his earlobes flushed red, but he kissed him back with a fervor that made his tongue ache.

3.

Chen Banban realized that Song Enyu had taken to being his boyfriend with surprising ease. Song Enyu could fill in the little details Chen Banban never paid much attention to on his own.

"Baby, is the reason we don't have any photos together that we haven't gotten around to taking them yet?"

"Baby, haven't we gotten around to buying matching bowls and chopsticks either?"

"You deleted our chat history because I made you mad, didn't you?"

Chen Banban always smiled sweetly. "That's right."

4.

Song Enyu had been having the time of his life lately. After waking up from the car accident, he announced that he had lost his memory as planned, and got an unexpected bonus, too.

The person he'd had a crush on years ago had taken him home.

His old crush kept reminding him, "Song Enyu, we're lovers."

"Song Enyu, we sleep in the same bed."

"Song Enyu, we've already kissed."

Song Enyu spent every day holed up in a rental apartment of just over forty square meters, sinking deeper into this life. "Baby, you're so good to me."

5.

But a lie was still a lie.

On the day of Song Enyu's follow-up appointment, Chen Banban was held up by something. By the time he reached the hospital, Song Enyu had already finished his checkup. Through a crack in the door, he clearly heard the doctor's words: "Mr. Song, you don't need to take any more medicine. We can declare your amnesia cured, too."

Chen Banban was so devastated he choked back a sob. He went home dejected and personally prepared one last candlelit dinner.

Even if Song Enyu was leaving, he would have to come back for his computer.

At eight that evening, the keypad lock beeped. Chen Banban was nervous and heartbroken. But when the door opened, Song Enyu was holding a bouquet of flowers. "Did baby make something delicious again? Good thing I bought you flowers."

Chen Banban stared at him, stunned.

Life went on as usual. At first, Chen Banban thought the doctor must have been incompetent, which meant his stolen utopia could last a little longer.

But he was always worried about Song Enyu's health, so he used checkups as an excuse to take him to the hospital again and again. Every result showed that the man was as fit as a bull.

Chen Banban already knew that, of course. But Song Enyu still called him baby. How could there be nothing wrong with his mind...?

Song Enyu took the medical report and bent down to kiss Chen Banban. "Baby, my injuries from the accident healed ages ago."

Chen Banban looked flustered and, for the first time, swore in front of him. "The hell you did!"

6.

Song Enyu's memory was "restored" at last, and Chen Banban packed his things that very night and went on vacation to a county town.

The USB drive held photos and surveillance footage from the past few months, enough for Chen Banban to reminisce over for the rest of his life.

But less than a week into his reminiscing, someone cornered him in a narrow alley in town.

The night was pitch-black, and Chen Banban was a little scared. "It's not like you didn't use me, too! We're even, we're... we're even!"

"You think that makes us even?" Song Enyu wouldn't accept that. His gaze burned. "You tricked me into falling for you. I can't let you go now."

Chen Banban panicked. "Then what do we do?"

"Get married. Then we'll be even."

Note: Both are sexually pure, happy ending.

Upcoming novel: "Young Master Yun Wants to Write an Erotic Book"

"I heard the eldest young master of the Yun family has recovered from his delusions?"

"What a wonderful thing! Young Master Yun was famous as a child. Now that he's recovered, won't Master Yun throw a grand banquet?"

"Of course he will!"

Everyone in the capital thought that once Young Master Yun recovered, he would be a brilliant scholar. But looking at him...

Why is he still acting like that?

Yun Zhaozhi squatted in a side room, giggling to himself. He peeped out through a crack in the window, never stopping his writing.

"Heh heh! Hehehehe..."

-

Before graduating, Yun Zhaozhi had switched careers and become a novelist. Over three years, his fan base had soared, heading straight for a million.

By the year he graduated, Yun Zhaozhi had already become a moderately well-known author.

But who could have guessed he would die on his way to withdraw money from the bank?

When Yun Zhaozhi woke up again, he had become the eldest young master of a prime minister's household in some unknown dynasty. His mother had died young, and his father had taken a third wife. She had given birth to a son and a daughter, and the four of them lived together in happy harmony. They didn't even notice when ten-year-old Yun Zhaozhi fell into the water.

The young master became a fool, afflicted with delusions.

Yun Zhaozhi lay in bed, barely clinging to life. This was a disastrous start. What good was being the eldest young master? Even at social gatherings, people mocked him with barbed remarks.

Yun Zhaozhi refused to accept it. At midnight, he crouched in a corner and secretly plotted. He had to return to his old line of work.

"Hehehehehe..."

This fictional dynasty had no censorship. He could write whatever he wanted.

Especially about the people who had bullied him. Yun Zhaozhi grinned slyly. "Liangzi! Fetch your young master a brush!"

"I'm going to write something erotic!"

A month later, the capital was in an uproar.

"I heard the second young master of the Yun family and the third young master of the Chen family are having an affair! In the courtyard of the eldest young master of the Chen family, no less!"

"What? How could that be? The second young master of the Yun family and the eldest young master of the Chen family are the ones who belong together!"

"Two young masters? Absurd! The eldest young master of the Chen family got engaged to the second young lady of the Li family ages ago. How could what you're saying be true?"

"I think... it really is true!"

At yet another flower-viewing banquet, Yun Zhaozhi calmly sipped his tea, keeping his involvement under wraps. This time, the banquet's main characters would have to be different. Now, where was his second brother?

In the second-floor pavilion, a pair of eyes watched with a complicated, sinister gaze. "Bring Yun Zhaozhi to me."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Yun Zhaozhi pouted. Who did this guy think he was, ordering him around?

A flash of cold steel appeared...

Fine, fine! Having a knife doesn't make you special!

Cowardly, Yun Zhaozhi went to pay his respects to Shentu Si. "Greetings, Your Highness the Regent."

When no one was looking, Yun Zhaozhi sneaked a glance up. His eyes lit up in an instant.

This man was gorgeous!

With those deep-set features and sharp eyes, he was absolutely the gong type in a novel.

Yun Zhaozhi secretly thought that if the man didn't make trouble for him, he'd let him off. But if he acted like a jerk...

He'd write him as the shou!

"I hear the eldest young master is a brilliant scholar, able to read at one and write poetry at three. Why not serve as my adviser? It would be a fine use of your talents."

Go to hell!

Yun Zhaozhi smiled brightly. "Sure!"

Then he turned around and wrote a book about Shentu Si and Han Ming, the shadow guard at his side.

"Han Ming's warm breath brushed Shentu Si's face. His eyes were filled with infatuation, and his hands kept moving..." Yun Zhaozhi laughed as he wrote. This book would fetch a good price, too!

One night, Yun Zhaozhi was writing furiously, ideas pouring from his mind, a smile blooming across his face. "Ah! Yes, yes, that's the pose..."

"Bang!" The door flew open.

Shentu Si, his face dark as thunder, held a stack of romance novels. "Young Master Yun, explain to me what 'a brooding, wicked prince obsessed with his tight-clad shadow guard' means."

Yun Zhaozhi trembled like a leaf. He got down on his knees and apologized in every way he could think of, wishing he could lie on the floor and massage Shentu Si's legs.

"You were wrong?"

"I was wrong!"

"Then from now on, will you do as I say?"

"Yes! Anything you say!"

Yun Zhaozhi nervously saw Shentu Si off, then hid the rest of his books. He still had to finish them later. He'd already written them, so he couldn't leave them unfinished.

But he wouldn't sell them just yet. He had to lie low for a while.

The very next day, however, he was confined to the prince's manor. Yun Zhaozhi had to work for Shentu Si if he wanted decent meals. "How can we weaken the Crown Prince's influence?"

This was too much to ask of Yun Zhaozhi.

After seven straight days without a proper meal, Yun Zhaozhi turned green. "Damn it! Are you feeding me like a rabbit or what?"

Even a rabbit bites when it's desperate!

"Liangzi! Bring me a brush!"

The tight-clad guard on the wall nearly fell off.

He's... still writing?

Yun Zhaozhi worked for three days and nights. When he couldn't write anymore, he simply called over Han Ming, the tight-clad shadow guard, to write for him. "They say the Crown Prince and Mr. Shen of the Duke's estate had been in love from the very beginning..."

Within three days, word spread that the Crown Prince had been confined to the Eastern Palace.

With a huge chicken drumstick in his left hand and a braised pork knuckle in his right, Yun Zhaozhi asked, "Ming, where's your prince?"

Holding a broom, Han Ming guiltily turned his head away. "My lord is busy finding a tutor for you..."

The pork knuckle almost slipped from Yun Zhaozhi's hand. He furrowed his brows. "Huh?!"

"The prince said that you spend all day speaking vulgar language. It's... improper..."

Damn it! Wasn't that just crossing the river and destroying the bridge?

But Yun Zhaozhi couldn't leave, either. In tears, he endured two months of one-on-one lessons.

Later, he heard that the Crown Prince had been released. Although half his military power had been stripped away, he was still a force to be reckoned with. In front of the emperor, the Crown Prince swore a solemn oath that he would track down the author of those books, no matter what!

Yun Zhaozhi was terrified. The Crown Prince's men traced the books back to him the very next day. Yun Zhaozhi was in the courtyard practicing calligraphy and poetry with his tutor when a stern-faced attendant of the Crown Prince barged in. He yelled at him:

"You! Improper! Improper!"

Shentu Si, who had quietly followed the Crown Prince inside, stopped in his tracks.

One tutor alone clearly wasn't enough...

"Your Highness the Regent, when those stories about the second young master of the Yun family and the third young master of the Chen family were circulating, the eldest young master of the Yun family didn't seem to be at your manor... And now that the stories have stopped, why is the eldest young master suddenly at your manor learning to read and write?"

Yun Zhaozhi went rigid.

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done...

"Han Ming."

"Here!"

After half a cup of tea, Han Ming came out of the room carrying a full twenty books. "There... there have been some lately, too, but your subordinate intercepted them..."

The Crown Prince, who had arrived a little late, stepped forward with a stern expression. "Let me see! This... 'A brooding, wicked prince obsessed with his tight-clad shadow guard'?"

Yun Zhaozhi's heart sank. It was over.

But afterward, he stayed peacefully at the prince's manor for another six months. Apart from having to attend one-on-one lessons every day, life was pretty sweet.

One evening, Shentu Si came back from outside. Yun Zhaozhi stared at the rabbit meat he had been longing for. "That's from the place on South Street!"

"Mm."

After they'd eaten their fill, Shentu Si announced that he was going to test Yun Zhaozhi on what he'd learned lately.

Yun Zhaozhi declared confidently, "Bring it on!"

"The topic: The Regent and his noble adviser."

Yun Zhaozhi narrowed his eyes...

With Shentu Si watching him write, he couldn't make the story move too fast, but too slowly was even worse.

At the end of the story: "...and they lived in wedded bliss for a hundred years?"

Yun Zhaozhi thought this was far too chaste. Shentu Si was basically a human censor!

"Mm. I'm satisfied."

"All right, time for bed!"

Why wasn't Shentu Si leaving? Hm? Why was he going to Yun Zhaozhi's bed?

"I only said you weren't allowed to write..."

Theme: Always be honest.