She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

As night deepened, only a warm yellow table lamp remained lit in the bedroom.

Su Maiqi leaned against the headboard, holding a picture book in her hand, but she didn't turn the pages for a long time.

The bright moonlight outside the window bathed the entire room in a soft, silvery glow.

Her gaze fell on a jewelry design drawing in the catalog, with delicate brushstrokes and smooth lines; it was one of her latest works.

Although he lost his memory, he still retains his intuition for beauty and his passion for creation.

When Gu Tingyu came out of the bathroom, steam still lingered around him, and his slightly damp hair made him look less sharp than usual.

Seeing her thoughtful expression, his heart tightened for no apparent reason.

He knew she must be thinking about dinner.

“Tingyu,” as expected, Su Maiqi spoke softly, putting down the sketchbook in her hand:

"Don't you like children?"

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible disappointment, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquil night:

"You seemed a little unhappy when you heard your sister talking about having children today. Did I do something wrong?"

Gu Tingyu paused for a moment, his hand wiping his hair with the towel stiffening slightly.

How should he answer her? Should he tell her that this is just a three-year contract marriage?

Tell her that their relationship has an expiration date?

Looking into her clear eyes, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

Those eyes held expectations for the future and longing for family. Where was the shadow of the independent and cautious Su Maqi from before?

“No,” he said, walking to the bedside and sitting down, trying to make his tone sound gentle.

"I'm just worried about your health. You're still recovering, and you're experiencing frequent headaches. I'm concerned that having a baby will put extra strain on your body."

He reached out and gently stroked her hair. "You know, it breaks my heart to see you have a headache every time. The most important thing now is to get better."

Su Maiqi lowered her head, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the picture book:

"I know you're doing this for my sake. It's just..." She paused, her voice softening further.

"I always feel like you're avoiding this topic. Every time we bring up future plans, you change the subject."

Moonlight streamed through the French windows, bathing her in a soft glow.

Looking at her slightly disappointed profile, Gu Tingyu felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

She looks so fragile and vulnerable now, so in need of protection, completely different from before.

But it was precisely this contrast that made him feel even more guilty.

"Silly girl," he reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice gentle, "Isn't life good enough now? We can take it slow, there's no need to rush these things."

"Once you've fully recovered, we'll plan our future together."

Su Maiqi looked up, forcing a smile. "You're right, I was too hasty."

She nestled into his arms: "With you by my side, I'm already so happy."

Seeing her so docile, Gu Tingyu felt a sense of powerlessness.

How could he not understand her feelings? Since losing her memory, she had poured all her passion into family life, hoping to build a complete family like an ordinary couple.

But he can't.

It wasn't just because their marriage was a contract, but also because his own future was still very uncertain.

His jumbled thoughts kept him awake all night, and even when he heard Su Maiqi's even breathing beside him, he was still wide awake.

He quietly got up and walked to the window.

The moonlight cast dappled shadows on the floor, much like his complex emotions at that moment.

The city lights in the distance were dim, but his mind remained unsettled for a long time.

The next morning, Gu Tingyu and Mo Yan went to meet with their business partner. This was an important project; if successful, it would bring the company hundreds of millions in revenue.

The talks went very smoothly.

The other party was clearly very satisfied with Chenxing's capabilities, especially after learning about the company's recent development and the sensational effect of the "Radiant Light" series, and showed a strong willingness to cooperate.

At the negotiating table, Gu Tingyu remained the same shrewd and capable business elite.

He knows every detail inside and out, and he is confident in his future plans.

This is the version of him that Mo Yan is familiar with.

"Mr. Gu, how about we have dinner together tonight?" Mr. Wang, the partner, said enthusiastically. "I've booked a private room on the top floor of Chunjianglou Restaurant. Their Cantonese cuisine is very famous, and it offers a panoramic view of the city's nightscape."

"I'm sorry," Gu Tingyu said with a hint of apology, to everyone's surprise.

"My wife is recovering at home, and I need to go back on time. I'll invite you again after this period."

This answer surprised Mo Yan. In his memory, Gu Tingyu would never decline social engagements for personal reasons, let alone bring up family matters.

This change felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.

After seeing the client off, the two were in the car on their way back to the company. Mo Yan couldn't help but say, "You've changed."

Gu Tingyu looked at the street scene rushing past the window without saying a word.

“You would never have turned down a social engagement for personal reasons,” Mo Yan continued.

"Now, because Su Maiqi is home, you've even canceled such an important dinner. I've known you for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen you like this."

"She needs someone to take care of her now," Gu Tingyu said in a low voice.

"Her headaches come on from time to time, and each time they are very painful. I'm worried about leaving her home alone."

"What if her memory can't be recovered?"

Mo Yan asked abruptly, "Would you be willing to live like this with her for the rest of your life?"

A moment of silence fell over the car. The setting sun streamed in through the windows, casting interplay of light and shadow on Gu Tingyu's profile.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the seat, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

"She was in a car accident because she was my contract wife."

After a long silence, Gu Tingyu finally spoke, his voice tinged with self-reproach: "Now, because of her amnesia, she treats me as her real husband. Under these circumstances, I can't let her down."

"Treat her headache first, then we'll talk about other things."

"Is it just a responsibility?"

"Otherwise what?" Gu Tingyu retorted, his tone somewhat stiff.

“You know this is just a marriage of convenience. We have more important things to do.”

Mo Yan looked at his friend's tense profile, lost in thought.

He knew that Gu Tingyu was avoiding the issue.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the car windows, casting a gentle hue over everything.

The skyscrapers in the distance gleamed in the setting sun, as if telling the story of the city's prosperity and resilience.

Mo Yan gazed at the darkening sky outside the window and sighed softly.

Some feelings, even if the parties involved are unwilling to admit them, are already clearly visible to onlookers.

It's not the right time to make it clear yet; let this feeling slowly develop over time.