It seemed as if he had 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'm so dizzy, I feel like I'm going to throw up! I can't take it anymore, where's the bathroom?"
Upon hearing this, Zhan Bei Jue grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and then, like a rag doll, tucked her under his arm and rushed into the bathroom.
Jiang Nan Fang dry-heaved over the sink. After a long while, she slowly lifted her head.
"I do have a bit of low blood sugar. I ran without eating breakfast today, and now I feel very unwell."
"Mr. Barton, can you take me home?
"...No. I can call you a car."
"But I'm in this state, it's dangerous to be alone."
Zhan Bei Jue wanted to say, what does that 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 early this morning, and he had just held her and performed CPR on her here.
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 highway drive, her intention being to spend 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 expertly grip the steering wheel, seeing his familiar profile in his familiar field of vision.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Once the car was moving smoothly, she began to speak.
"Mr. Barton, may I ask you a question?"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't want to talk to her much.
Because his intuition told him that this woman was not easy to deal with; if she wanted to cling to you, she could always find an excuse that you couldn't refuse.
He didn't want to fall into any traps.
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 better to talk less and rest more."
"It's okay, it won't affect our conversation. Do you dislike me that much, that you don't want to talk to me?"
Jiang Nan Fang didn't get angry but smiled, her tone very gentle.
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 currently focused on completing the task quickly and leaving here.
He knew Min'er was waiting for him to return eagerly.
He didn't want any unexpected 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 as she explained.
"You don't look like you're from Central Europe, and you can understand and speak Chinese, possibly 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, not even knowing who he truly was.
"Look at the Chinese characters outside, don't they seem very familiar? Don't you want to try writing one?"
Zhan Bei Jue realized he had revealed a bit too much and quickly added.
"Asians generally look alike. Understanding and speaking Chinese is not a big deal. How can you be so sure I'm not from another country?"
"So, you understand the languages and scripts of other Asian countries as well?"
Zhan Bei Jue did not deny it.
Jiang Nan Fang was surprised that he knew so many languages besides English.
With such linguistic talent, it was no wonder the little ones learned languages as if it were child's play.
"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 driving regulations, as if it's ingrained in your bones. You handle them with such ease. You know, many people who have driven left-hand drive cars in Europe for years find it quite uncomfortable when they return."
This statement was like a stone thrown into Zhan Bei Jue's heart, quickly stirring up ripples.
Indeed, the first time he heard Chinese, saw Chinese characters, and stepped onto this land, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Although the streets of this city were unfamiliar to him, the tone of the passersby, the overall atmosphere.
All of it felt like déjà vu.
Could it be that he was truly Chinese?
That would be good.
Min'er was Chinese, and he was too. In the future, they could stay in China together peacefully.
However, Min'er knew she was from Fucheng, and he couldn't understand Min'er's hometown dialect, which meant he wasn't from Fucheng.
So, where was he from?
After a moment of thought, 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.
Guiding him to recall memories on his own like this was much better than shoving the answers at him and forcing him to accept them.
"Jiang Nan Fang."
"Which three characters?"
"The 'Jiang' from ginger, the 'Nan' from Jiangnan, and the '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. The 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 persistent, deliberately approaching him, wanting him to understand her more.
She was convinced he was someone she knew from before, just like when they met yesterday!
However, he truly had no memory of her at all.
Zhan Bei Jue turned to look at Jiang Nan Fang.
The weather was good, the sun was bright, and the light filtered through the car window onto her face.
Her skin was smooth, and even the fine downy hairs were visible.
Her features were so harmonious, her skin so good, she was so beautiful, and looked so gentle.
If he had known her, how could he not remember her at all?
"Okay. Say a few words for me to hear."
Coincidentally, the traffic light ahead was red, and Zhan Bei Jue stopped the car.
They occupied the straight lane, and a white car was parked parallel in the right-turn lane. The driver was looking this way.
Jiang Nan Fang leaned her head out and said something in the Nancheng dialect to the stranger.
The driver clearly didn't understand and thought Jiang Nan Fang was joking. He smiled and extended his hand to shake hers.
Zhan Bei Jue, however, understood.
A certain gene in his blood was instantly awakened, and he looked at Jiang Nan Fang in a daze.
"Are you in electrical engineering?"
Jiang Nan Fang met his gaze and, after a moment, smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes. It seems you still have physical memories."
"The products I just mentioned are all ones you personally participated in designing at the company. You're also an electrical engineer. I'm glad you still remember."
Electrical engineer?
He was also an electrical engineer?
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?