It seemed as if he had truly only saved Jiang Nan Fang out of self-preservation.
After speaking, he stood up to leave, but Jiang Nan Fang quickly grabbed his pants.
"I feel so dizzy, I want to vomit! I can't anymore, where is the bathroom?"
Hearing this, Zhan Bei Jue grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and then, like a rag doll, tucked her under his arm. In three quick steps, he rushed into the bathroom.
Jiang Nan Fang retched over the sink. After a long while, she slowly raised her head.
"I do have a bit of low blood sugar. I ran without eating breakfast today, and I feel very unwell now."
"Mr. Barton, can you take me home?"
"...No. I can call a car for you."
"But in this state, I'm very vulnerable alone."
Zhan Bei Jue wanted to say, what does it have to do with me?
But then he thought, it actually did have something to do with him.
The two of them had been entangled for over two hours that morning, and he had just held her and given her CPR.
If something happened, the hotel lobby had surveillance...
"How about you drive me back? My car is nearby."
He had no choice but to agree.
"Where do you live?"
"My home..."
Jiang Nan Fang casually mentioned a very remote place that required a drive on the highway, her intention being to spend a little more time with him in peace.
Finally, the two of them got into the car.
Although he didn't have a domestic driver's license, Zhan Bei Jue skillfully started the car.
Jiang Nan Fang sat in the passenger seat.
Watching him skillfully control the steering wheel, seeing his familiar profile from the familiar perspective.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Once the car was moving smoothly, she began to speak.
"Mr. Barton, can I ask you a question?"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't want to talk to her.
Because his intuition told him that this woman was not easy to deal with; if she wanted to cling to you, she would always find an excuse you couldn't refuse.
He didn't want to fall into any trap.
He listened intently to the navigation and focused on the road ahead.
After a few seconds of silence, Zhan Bei Jue spoke coldly.
"Aren't you feeling unwell? It's best to talk less and rest more."
"It's okay, it won't affect my speech. Do you dislike me that much, that you don't want to talk to me?"
Instead of getting angry, Jiang Nan Fang smiled gently, her tone very soft.
Her voice was young and pleasant; to be honest, Zhan Bei Jue didn't dislike it.
It was just that being bothered by a stranger for no reason... he didn't want trouble.
His mind was full of completing the task quickly and leaving this place.
He knew Min Er was anxiously waiting for him to return.
He didn't want any complications.
But ultimately, he couldn't resist Jiang Nan Fang's intense gaze.
A few minutes later, he spoke again.
"What do you want to say?"
"When did you move to Switzerland?"
"How do you know I moved to Switzerland? Can't I be Swiss?"
Jiang Nan Fang maintained her gentle tone and explained.
"You don't look like a Central European at all, and you can understand and speak Chinese, maybe even write Chinese characters. This indicates you are a genuine Chinese person."
"Oh? I'm Chinese?"
This statement confirmed Jiang Nan Fang's guess.
He must have amnesia and doesn't even know who he really is.
"Look at the Chinese characters outside, don't they all seem familiar? Don't you want to try writing one?"
Zhan Bei Jue realized he had shown a slip of the tongue and immediately added.
"Asians generally look alike. Understanding and speaking Chinese is no big deal. How can you be so sure I'm not from another country?"
"So, you understand the languages and characters of other Asian countries as well?"
Zhan Bei Jue did not deny it.
Jiang Nan Fang didn't know he knew so many languages besides English.
With such linguistic talent, it was no wonder the little ones picked up languages like playing games.
"Alright. Even if you're not Chinese, you must have been to China before. Don't you think so?"
"You are very familiar with right-hand drive cars and our traffic regulations, as if it's ingrained in your bones. You know, many people who drive left-hand drive cars in Europe for years find it quite unaccustomed when they return."
This sentence was like a stone thrown into Zhan Bei Jue's heart, stirring up ripples.
Indeed, the first time he heard Chinese, saw Chinese characters, and set foot on this land, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Although he was not familiar with the streets of this city, the tone of voice of the passersby, the overall atmosphere.
Everything felt strangely familiar.
Could it be that he was really Chinese?
That would be good.
Min Er was Chinese, and he was too. In the future, they could stay in China peacefully together.
However, Min Er knew she was from Fucheng. He couldn't understand Min Er's hometown dialect, which meant he wasn't from Fucheng.
Then, where was he from?
After his thoughts wandered for a while, he proactively asked Jiang Nan Fang.
"What's your name?"
Jiang Nan Fang knew it.
As long as she found a comfortable entry point, she could quickly get familiar with Zhan Bei Jue.
Making him recall things proactively in this manner was far better than forcing the answers upon him and making him accept them.
"Jiang Nan Fang."
"Which three characters?"
"Jiang from ginger, Nan from Jiangnan, Fang from direction."
"Are you from here?"
"No. I'm from Nancheng."
"Nancheng? Then what are you doing here?"
"To be honest, I'm here for tourism. Nancheng dialect is quite different from the local dialect here. Would you like to hear me speak a few sentences in Nancheng dialect?"
Zhan Bei Jue sensed it.
This woman was still persistent, deliberately approaching him, wanting him to know more about her.
She was convinced that he was someone she knew from the past, just like when they met yesterday!
But he really had no impression of her at all.
Zhan Bei Jue turned to look at Jiang Nan Fang.
The weather was good, sunny, and bright light streamed through the car window onto her face.
Her skin was smooth, and even the fine downy hairs were visible.
Her features were so well-proportioned, her skin so good, she was so beautiful and looked so gentle.
If he truly knew her, how could he not remember her at all?
"Okay. Say a few sentences for me to hear."
Coincidentally, there was a red light ahead, and Zhan Bei Jue stopped the car.
They occupied the straight lane. A white car was parked side-by-side in the right-turn lane, and the driver was looking over.
Jiang Nan Fang leaned her head out and spoke a string of things in Nancheng dialect to the stranger.
The driver clearly didn't understand and thought Jiang Nan Fang was joking with him, smiling as he extended his hand to shake hers.
Zhan Bei Jue, however, understood.
A certain gene in his blood instantly awakened, and he looked at Jiang Nan Fang in stunned confusion.
"Are you in the electrical field?"
Jiang Nan Fang met his gaze and, after a moment, smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes. It seems you still have some physical memories."
"The products I just mentioned are all things you personally participated in designing at the company. You are also an electrical person; I'm glad you still remember."
Electrical person?
He was also an electrical person?
Were the things she just said electrical product models?
He could distinguish them with just one listen. Could it be that he was indeed the person she was looking for?