I Woke Up and got Married Chapter 13

Chi Suiyan closed the office door behind him and walked through the eerily quiet workspace.

He was currently on the 19th floor, but both elevators remained stuck on the 10th floor. The surrounding atmosphere felt ambiguous and chaotic, and he lowered his gaze, intending to check his phone.

However, when he reached into his pocket, he realized his phone wasn’t there—it must have been left somewhere.

Chi Suiyan wasn’t the type to be careless, and he had only looked at his phone while waiting for Lu Zhiyue in the lounge earlier. That was probably when he left it behind.

So, he retraced his steps. Passing by the reception room, he heard Zhao Yuanmin’s voice.

“Zhiyue-ge, what’s your relationship with him?”

Chi Suiyan instinctively paused and turned his head slightly toward the source of the voice.

He was curious about Lu Zhiyue’s answer—not because he cared, but because he wanted to know how Lu Zhiyue viewed him in private. If he heard anything unpleasant, Lu Zhiyue could forget about having a peaceful day.

The glass door wasn’t fully closed, and through the gap, Chi Suiyan saw Lu Zhiyue and Zhao Yuanmin standing in the room. Lu Zhiyue had his back to him, so he couldn’t see his expression.

“He’s not your assistant, right?” Zhao Yuanmin asked.

Chi Suiyan raised an eyebrow. At least this woman had some perceptiveness.

Lu Zhiyue replied, “That’s my personal matter. Please leave.”

Zhao Yuanmin frowned, her round eyes instantly filling with a hurt expression. “A few days ago, I heard someone say…you’re married. To a man. Is it him?”

Lu Zhiyue frowned slightly. He wasn’t someone who liked to broadcast his personal life, and this woman’s repeated probing was making him annoyed.

“Why? When did you get married? I’ve been in Jincheng all along, and I never heard about it,” Zhao Yuanmin said, her voice choking with emotion. “You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You’re just trying to push me away, trying to…”

“Miss Zhao,” Lu Zhiyue interrupted her with a deep voice. “I said this is my personal matter.”

“I understand that, but I just want to know the truth,” Zhao Yuanmin pleaded. “Were you forced? Did he threaten you into bringing him along? You didn’t really get married, did you?”

Chi Suiyan stood calmly outside the door, his gaze quietly falling on the back of Lu Zhiyue’s head through the gap.

Although Zhao Yuanmin’s words sounded like romantic delusions, to Chi Suiyan, they hit differently.

Ever since he woke up, people had repeatedly told him that he and Lu Zhiyue were married—that he had pursued Lu Zhiyue persistently and finally won him over.

But he himself had no memory of it. For all matters regarding his relationship with Lu Zhiyue, he had only hearsay to rely on.

Because these were friends he deeply trusted, he had never doubted the truth of their words, though some details still left him skeptical.

Now, Zhao Yuanmin’s words opened up a whole new perspective—what if he and Lu Zhiyue weren’t actually married? What if Tong Jin, Lu Heng, the hospital doctors, and even his trusted Qin Suitian were all lying to him?

Inside the room, Lu Zhiyue fell into a long silence.

Outside, Chi Suiyan felt as if his breathing and heartbeat had been disrupted. It was as if he were a lone boat adrift on a stormy sea, with no ground to stand on. Without the truth, he couldn’t find a moment’s peace.

“Zhiyue-ge?” Zhao Yuanmin called softly.

“Go home,” Lu Zhiyue finally said, his voice heavy. “Don’t come back unless it’s necessary.”

“What about you and him…” Chi Suiyan had to give the girl credit for her persistence. She refused to let go and kept pressing for the truth.

“Miss Zhao,” Lu Zhiyue said firmly, “let me make this clear: I have no feelings for you beyond those of a professional relationship. We are not even friends, so I have no obligation to explain anything to you.”

Lu Zhiyue rarely raised his voice, even when dealing with errant subordinates. A few calm reprimands from him were usually enough to deter any further mistakes. This was the first time he had shown any trace of anger toward a fragile-seeming woman.

Zhao Yuanmin’s eyes widened in shock. His words were a heavy blow to her. She stood frozen for a moment before leaving the room, dejected.

Chi Suiyan had hidden himself in a corner ahead of time. Watching Zhao Yuanmin walk away disheartened, he still regretted that Lu Zhiyue hadn’t said anything definitive.

“Mr. Lu.” A female assistant knocked lightly on the door, holding a stack of documents. “Is the afternoon department meeting still on schedule?”

The room was silent for a moment before Lu Zhiyue replied, “Yes.”

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Leaving the Lu Corporation, Chi Suiyan didn’t go home. Instead, he wandered aimlessly through the bustling streets with a somber expression.

Once suspicion takes root, it’s hard to let go. The tiniest movements can make the doubt grow until it becomes an unshakable truth.

Chi Suiyan didn’t want to be consumed by suspicion at every turn. He rubbed his temples, trying to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts. He needed a place to calm down.

Looking around, he realized he didn’t recognize his surroundings.

Across the street, a striking blue Maserati roared to a stop. A handsome young man stepped out, his arm around a provocatively dressed girl, his hand wandering as they laughed and joked their way into one of Jincheng’s most notorious clubs.

“Mr. Cheng, welcome back! Please come in,” the valet greeted enthusiastically, clearly familiar with him, and took the car keys with a few flattering remarks.

The young man, Cheng Song, laughed heartily and handed him several bills.

Chi Suiyan remembered this man as someone who had been at odds with Lu Zhiyue for years. The Cheng family spoiled him to no end, granting his every whim. With deep pockets to burn, Cheng Song dedicated himself to stirring trouble for Lu Zhiyue—whether or not he succeeded, he was always out to annoy him.

He was the quintessential troublemaker.

Normally, the enemy of your enemy would be your friend, but Chi Suiyan had little to do with Cheng Song. The man was vindictive, petty, and loved forming cliques like a child. Chi Suiyan, though rebellious, kept his circle clean and wouldn’t associate with someone like him.

Seeing Cheng Song on the street, it took Chi Suiyan a full ten seconds to process.

With doubt already planted in his mind, fate seemed to be watering it for him. After a moment of contemplation, Chi Suiyan followed Cheng Song into the club.

“Sir, may I ask who you’re looking for?” the staff at the entrance stopped him, noting that he wasn’t a regular and had arrived on foot.

“Is this place only for acquaintances? You don’t serve other guests?” Chi Suiyan frowned.

“No, no, you misunderstand,” the staff member explained. “But we only serve members, and there’s a certain threshold. May I…”

Before the sentence was finished, Chi Suiyan pulled out a black and gold card, holding it up. “Is this enough?”

The staff, recognizing the card, quickly nodded. “Please, right this way.”

After registering for membership, the club manager handed him a badge, explaining that it would grant him access in the future. Chi Suiyan glanced at it briefly and tossed it into the trash as soon as he left the room.

Spotting a server passing by with a tray of fruit, he asked, “Which room is Cheng Song in?”

“S108.”

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“Drink up, everyone! Tonight, all expenses are on Mr. Cheng.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cheng!”

“Cheers to Mr. Cheng!”

In the luxurious private room, Cheng Song lounged on the plush sofa, a beautiful woman feeding him peeled grapes one by one.

A server entered and whispered something in his ear.

“Who?” Cheng Song asked.

“He says his name is Chi Suiyan.”

Cheng Song paused for a moment before laughing exaggeratedly. “Let him in, then.”

“No need.” From behind the server, Chi Suiyan’s calm voice interrupted. “I’m already here.”

“Well, if it isn’t Young Master Chi,” Cheng Song said with an exaggerated smile. “I thought you were still in a coma from that car accident. What a surprise…”

Chi Suiyan walked in and sat on a sofa without invitation. “I was lucky. Woke up a while ago.”

“So, why the sudden visit?” Cheng Song asked. “Didn’t give me any warning—I could’ve sent someone to welcome you properly.”

The “brothers” Cheng Song mentioned had colorful hair and tattoos more intricate than a map. Their imposing presence alone could frighten a group of children.

Ignoring them, Chi Suiyan looked back at Cheng Song and, after a moment of thought, said, “Let me be honest. I came here today to ask you about something.”

Cheng Song froze for a moment before laughing. “You and I have never been close. What could possibly bring you to me today?”

“Must be some big secret I’m holding onto,” Cheng Song said lazily, “but I’m not one for charity. You want answers? Drink first.”

He tapped the table. “I’ve heard Young Master Chi is a pro at nightlife. Show us what you’ve got.”

Two young men placed over a dozen shot glasses on the table, lining them up in two rows. The bottles were opened and filled to the brim.

“Well?” Cheng Song asked. “Do you dare?”

Chi Suiyan smiled faintly. “I’m not in good health. Can’t drink.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do,” Cheng Song said, sprawling back on the sofa. “Without drinks, I can’t tell the truth.”

Chi Suiyan frowned, his fingers tapping a glass as he smiled. “How about we play a different game?”

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TL- Hey readers!! ANNOUNCEMENT!!

I’m having my exams and assignments and there is my brother’s wedding, so I’m quite busy cuz Indian wedding can be troublesome with all the rituals.

I’ll try to post whenever I’m free and will post schedule chapters after 15 Dec.