My Girlfriend is a Parasitic Alien! - Volume 2. My Girlfriend is a Parasitic Alien!, #2

Six months after a desperate act of sacrifice shattered the shadow-bond between them, Su Ying is back - and Yan Shen has no idea who she is. The CEO of the Yan Corporation is, by every measurable standard, at the peak of his powers. He is efficient, effective, and utterly hollow. He doesn't know why he reaches for someone who isn't there every night at three in the morning. He doesn't know why the black crystal he carries feels like a thread tied to something he can't name.
And he doesn't know why his new executive assistant - formal, baffling, capable of committing acts of violence against office printers - makes the coldness inside him feel, for the first time in months, like it might not be permanent. Su Ying knows exactly who she is, exactly what she lost, and exactly how much it will cost to rebuild what the severing destroyed. Armed with seventeen books on human courtship, forty-three romantic comedies, and advice from a tea-house oracle, she has a plan: file the documents, bring the lattes, argue about supply-closet organization, and wait - with the patience of a being who has crossed a thousand light-years - for his shadow to remember hers.
But the battlefield of Jinghai's social elite is more treacherous than any corporate boardroom. A rival with ice in her veins and a century of connections at her back is watching. The city's most powerful gatekeepers are deciding what Su Ying is worth. And somewhere beneath the walls that Yan Shen has spent thirty-two years reinforcing, something is stirring - something that no memory wipe could reach, no board coup could threaten, and no rival could extinguish.
Some bonds aren't encoded in memory. They're written in shadow. My Girlfriend is a Parasitic Alien, Volume 2 is a slow-burn, sharp-witted second-chance romance set against the glittering ruthlessness of Chinese corporate society - a story about the difference between remembering love and recognizing it, and the quiet, devastating courage it takes to begin again.