MORIC - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Found You

Chi Yueshan had originally thought that finding Xi Zhoumeng this time would be very smooth, but she hadn't expected that the district divisions in each city on this planet were different.

The city where ER was located was clearly of a higher standard than the city where she had worked. The moment she got out of the car, she was tormented by the dense transportation network to the point of wanting to scratch the walls.

She had enough money, enough to splurge on a taxi to ER's headquarters.

Xi Zhoumeng was still called Xi Zhoumeng, but she didn't seem like the type to have a proper job. When Chi Yueshan went to the headquarters, she was immediately turned away.

The receptionist treated her like one of Xi Zhoumeng's crazed fans, but her attitude was still friendly. With a pitying look, she told her to go back and find a job.

For a moment, Chi Yueshan empathized with the female protagonists in web novels who run away with a baby.

Except, their overbearing CEO love interests were men, fitting the traditional configuration where a man and a woman could get pregnant.

She had no doubt that if she claimed to be pregnant with Xi Zhoumeng's child, she would probably be sent to a mental hospital.

Xi Zhoumeng had transformed into a genius designer in this world.

A designer's eccentric personality became a merit, plus she didn't like to attend social events.

Well, it had only been two months.

Chi Yueshan couldn't find any address for her, nor did she know Xi Zhoumeng's current situation. She could only settle down in this city again.

The fake ID her boss had arranged was quite effective; at least she could smoothly rent a place.

It was just that without academic qualifications, there wasn't much she could do. In the end, Chi Yueshan interviewed to be a streamer.

She was pregnant, but it wasn't noticeable. She streamed day and night. Occasionally, the restaurant owner's wife would call to ask how she was doing, and Chi Yueshan would always say she was fine.

But she was very tired.

It wasn't as if she hadn't endured hardship and exhaustion before.

But because she had once had a lively family, had felt warmth and care, she had thought she could possess it for a lifetime.

As a result, her former ability to endure hardship had degenerated. After work, Chi Yueshan would often sit in a daze for a while in her small rented room.

The cost of living on this planet wasn't as high as on the planets in her ZR-Galaxy, but it was still a struggle for Chi Yueshan.

She worked hard at everything she did, no matter the profession, and streaming was no exception.

It wasn't that kind of streaming, of course, but Chi Yueshan had never considered it.

She had never even thought of meeting Xi Zhoumeng in the same way as before.

She couldn't afford to gamble.

A small-time streamer selling products had to wear a smile. Chi Yueshan smiled so much that when she got off work, her face felt like it had a semi-permanent smile tattooed on it.

She constantly paid attention to news about Xi Zhoumeng, lurking in fan-organized group chats.

After another month or so, news broke that Xi Zhoumeng was scheduled to attend an event for one of ER's sub-brands.

Chi Yueshan thought to herself: This time, you have to let me see you, right?

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The rainy season had come again. When Xuan Rujia pushed open the door to the lounge, she saw Xi Zhoumeng standing by the window, watching the rain.

The other woman was tall, with a figure that didn't lose out to any model, and was even more beautiful, like a beauty from a classical oil painting.

Just her silhouette was breathtaking enough.

Downstairs, the car was ready to depart. It was still a twenty-minute drive from here to the venue.

Xuan Rujia said, "A'Xi, we can leave now."

Xi Zhoumeng was still in a daze. She stared at the increasingly heavy rain, feeling exceptionally irritable inside.

She always felt that she shouldn't be here, but her memory was a complete blank.

Xuan Rujia called her name again.

Xi Zhoumeng snapped back to her senses with a soft "mm."

Xuan Rujia was half a head shorter than Xi Zhoumeng, and she always carried the air of an elite executive. It was rumored in the industry that she was a complete workaholic, that work was her lover.

But Xi Zhoumeng's appearance had broken her "work is my only love" rule.

She felt that Xi Zhoumeng was a treasure bestowed upon her by the heavens, a beauty she had found while jogging at night.

It was just that the beauty was covered in scars, and her body structure was not quite the same.

Xuan Rujia thought nothing of it. After all, when Xi Zhoumeng opened her eyes, it was as if a stone statue had gained a soul. How could any mortal not be bewitched by her?

A person with almost no memory, who only remembered her name, was like a blank sheet of paper, for her to paint on as she pleased.

But she was mistaken.

This blank sheet of paper seemed to have been written on with invisible ink. At first glance, it was pure white, but in reality, it was covered in markings.

Including Xi Zhoumeng's firm belief that she was married, and her stubborn insistence that she shouldn't be here.

But when Xuan Rujia asked her where she wanted to go, she was utterly lost.

A person who didn't know where she came from or where she was going.

Xuan Rujia hoped she would never remember, that she would just continue to be a genius designer.

The yellow roses that permeated Xi Zhoumeng's designs were possibly a mark left by the eternal muse from her forgotten memories.

But it didn't matter. After all, a muse who is not remembered can also be a deceased Maria.

Xi Zhoumeng didn't speak much; most of the time, she was silent.

Many times, Xuan Rujia felt as if Xi Zhoumeng was trapped in some past, yet she couldn't remember anything at all.

A person like that might have a prominent family background, but she had also investigated and found no missing person cases involving such a beautiful woman.

Xuan Rujia came from a privileged background and had high-end taste, but Xi Zhoumeng looked down on her food, clothes, and daily necessities.

She was occasionally contradictory, sometimes liking to order takeout from roadside stalls and specifically asking someone to buy her low-quality liquor.

This contradiction was also charming. When it manifested in Xi Zhoumeng, it made her as mysterious as a treasure hidden deep in a forest.

Raindrops bloomed on the window, and Xi Zhoumeng gazed outside.

Xuan Rujia said, "I've strengthened security today. No tactless reporters will come to bother you."

Xi Zhoumeng felt that this streetscape was all wrong, even with the hovercars and the phone booths by the roadside.

There was even a girl selling flowers.

But why was she selling wild roses?

What should she be selling then?

"Packaging me so well, have you made a lot of money?"

Xi Zhoumeng suddenly asked.

Xuan Rujia almost didn't react. Xi Zhoumeng's sarcasm was completely undisguised. "What's the reason for imprisoning me?"

She turned her head. In truth, this face didn't need much makeup; its features were already stunning enough.

Xi Zhoumeng let out a laugh. "Why so nervous? Did I ask the wrong question?"

During this period, Xuan Rujia had been with Xi Zhoumeng almost every day, and the rumors in the industry were very ambiguous.

This was also due to the fact that Xuan Rujia did indeed have ulterior motives, but Xi Zhoumeng seemed indifferent. Her rejection left Xuan Rujia with no impulse to even force her.

After all, this person's body structure was different.

Xuan Rujia had wondered many times if she came from another place.

Xuan Rujia said, "I didn't imprison you."

She thought to herself, I couldn't beat you even if I tried.

Xi Zhoumeng nodded. "You want to sleep with me."

She was so direct it was almost vulgar. For the first time, Xuan Rujia discovered that she had such a side to her.

She could neither nod nor shake her head.

Xi Zhoumeng asked, "I'm not your friend, am I?"

The first person she saw upon waking was Xuan Rujia, followed by the other's private doctor.

Xi Zhoumeng not only had a severe headache but also a penetrating wound in her abdomen, which supposedly contained toxins that had already been cleared out.

She remembered nothing, yet she knew clearly that Xuan Rujia was lying.

The word "friend" felt very foreign.

She always felt that even if she had friends, they should be the tall type, or perhaps the devil-may-care type.

Xuan Rujia's elegance did not fit the configuration left behind by Xi Zhoumeng's forgotten memories.

She looked at Xi Zhoumeng with only a natural fascination for her appearance and admiration for her talent.

Xuan Rujia asked, "Have you remembered?"

Xi Zhoumeng adjusted her posture. She looked relaxed, with a hint of wild laziness.

"No."

Xi Zhoumeng said, "In any case, thank you for saving me."

She turned on her phone screen. She had almost no entertainment activities these past two months, basically serving as Xuan Rujia's money-making tool.

The kind that could revive an entire company.

"Helping you make money is no problem. Consider it my way of repaying you for saving my life."

The rain outside was pouring heavily. As the luxury car drove through the streets, one could see pedestrians getting soaked under their umbrellas and cars speeding by.

Xi Zhoumeng said, "Repaying you with my body is impossible. I've already been marked."

She usually spoke with an absent-minded air, and even in normal conversation, she carried a natural sense of superiority.

As if she were born noble, destined to be looked up to by others.

At this moment, with the sound of the pouring rain, Xi Zhoumeng couldn't recall any of her past. Yet, she still had a feeling of having been intimate with someone in a dry space on a rainy day like this.

But it was definitely not the person in front of her.

The environment wasn't like this either.

It felt very dangerous, yet so warm.

That person...

She had no idea how gentle her expression looked right now.

In Xuan Rujia's eyes, it was almost like a clap of thunder, splitting open the supposed taming she thought she had achieved over the past two months.

The divine statue had long been caressed until it was as smooth as jade; it was just that the pouring rain blinded one's eyes.

The statue's creator was lost on the path of seeking.

Xuan Rujia was still unwilling to give up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then you can leave after you remember."

She was someone who had always gotten what she wanted, both in wind and rain. Her life and career had been smooth sailing. In this era, the more one pursued love, the scarcer love became.

Meeting Xi Zhoumeng had been an earth-shattering, heart-stopping moment for her. But she never expected that the reason this perfect creation was so perfect was because she had been loved.

Xi Zhoumeng hummed in agreement and turned her head to look out the window again.

Just as she turned, she saw a fool riding a shared hover-bike in the non-motorized vehicle lane. The wind had blown her umbrella down to its frame, but luckily, the person was wearing a raincoat.

But the raincoat was as good as not wearing one. After all, the rain was too heavy, the wind was merciless, and this fool was going against traffic. At this moment, she actually gave off an air of resolute, unwavering determination.

The destination was a thousand meters ahead. As the luxury car and the bike Chi Yueshan had rented passed each other, the frame of Chi Yueshan's umbrella finally gave way and was blown away by the wind.

She was so disheveled she was on the verge of collapse. The luxury car drove past heartlessly, splashing water that almost soaked her completely.

Chi Yueshan cursed, "So what if you're rich."

But being rich really was something. She was really at her limit now.

She was almost there. It was so cold.

She felt a little dizzy.

She had no strength left to ride the bike and could only pull it forward in the wind and rain.

Xi Zhoumeng just found this person strange. After all, after the typhoon warning, there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Yet this person was so persistent, as if they had something very important to do.

Xi Zhoumeng's nature was cold and detached; she wouldn't feel compassion even for the life or death of an animal.

Perhaps, in her bones, she was also an animal that had never received compassion.

But just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

The wind knocked over a sign by the road, and it was unclear which thread of Xi Zhoumeng's memory it vibrated. In an instant, she remembered someone holding her during a thunderstorm like this, their kisses wet and hot, their tears wet and hot, their voice hoarse as they screamed curses at her.

And after cursing, they said, "I love you."

I love you so much.

Over and over, again and again.

An untiring "I love you."

As if to make up for all the affection Xi Zhoumeng had never received.

That person was small, but not fragile.

Very resilient, very vibrant.

For some reason, Xi Zhoumeng subconsciously turned to look back.

The strange person on the bike from just now was gone.

Xi Zhoumeng looked again and found that the person had collapsed on the ground.

Another clap of thunder, and Xi Zhoumeng's heart seemed to tremble with the sound.

She panicked instantly, urging the driver to turn around.

Xuan Rujia didn't understand her intention. They were almost at the venue. She asked, "What's wrong?"

The driver said, "It's not easy to turn around here. We have to go straight for another eight hundred meters."

Xi Zhoumeng subconsciously said, "Then stop the car."

The driver let out an "Ah?"

Xi Zhoumeng shouted sharply, "Stop the car!"

The car stopped. Xuan Rujia watched with wide eyes as the woman beside her opened the car door and rushed into the rain.

Xuan Rujia called out, "Hey!"

The up-and-coming designer, wearing a custom-made formal dress, ran off in her high heels.

She splashed through the water, running recklessly through the downpour to the woman who had collapsed on the ground.

In a world without secondary genders, pheromones seemed to have lost their meaning.

But a one-hundred-percent match might be a soul imprint.

It ignited the fuse of all of Xi Zhoumeng's memories.

Chi Yueshan collapsed in the rain. She had no strength left.

It's over. I'm not going to die here, am I?

I still have one in my belly. Damn it, this is one corpse, two lives.

And I didn't even die in my own world. This is such a bad deal.

Wouldn't this just let Xi Zhoumeng off easy? She gets to eat and drink well wherever she is, and after I die, she can pick up a few more big-breasted girls.

With that ugly face of hers, wouldn't it be easy as pie to pick up women?

I'm so tired.

Why is it always like this?

I can never hold on to what I want. Why do the good days I finally get always vanish in an instant?

Am I just destined to be this unlucky?

She even felt like she was hallucinating, hearing the sound of high heels in the downpour.

She thought of the spinal-bone high heels she had made for Xi Zhoumeng, and how Xi Zhoumeng had praised her, saying she could make a fortune if she changed careers.

I'm not that bad either, you know? I have high-end taste too.

Liking Xi Zhoumeng is the highest form of my taste.

So this world also has overlapping design ideas, huh? These shoes, this size, they're just like my stinky, conceited ghost's.

The next second, Chi Yueshan was pulled into an embrace. She heard a familiar voice, tinged with a broken, crying tone amidst the rain—

"Chi Yueshan, are you an idiot?"

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