I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

It was getting late, so Si Mingchen ordered some food on the ipad provided in the room, planning to let Wen Zhi sleep for a while longer.

The tatami mats were quite warm, but it was still a bit cold to sleep on, so Si Mingchen brought a small blanket and covered Wen Zhi with it, before quietly bringing out his laptop and sitting next to it.

For the rest of the day, Si Mingchen worked at the adjacent tea table, while Wen Zhi snored and slept more and more soundly.

There were HD cameras broadcasting live from all three spots in the tea room, but Si Mingchen ignored them and logged on to his mailbox to get on with his work.

The live stream was silent for a while.

In the frame, Si Mingchen remained focused on typing on his keyboard. His hands were very pretty, with distinct bones and slender white wrists extending a little from his cuffs, which matched his delicate diamond-studded cufflinks.

Because of his astigmatism, he habitually wore the silver-rimmed glasses to work, giving off a serious, cold and restrained demeanor.

[Wow, President Si is really handsome.]

[Didn’t you notice? Si Mingchen’s keyboard sound is very low. I wonder if he’s intentionally typing softly.]

[If he’s afraid of disturbing Wen Zhi, why don’t he just work in the office next door?]

[Don’t you guys understand the joy of a young couple? Even if the other one is sleeping, you still want to be with them.]

Si Mingchen occasionally glanced at Wen Zhi, who was sleeping.

His skin was very fair, and his body formed a sharp contrast with the light yellow tatami mat.

His light pink lips were slightly parted, and his slender white neck was exposed to the air, exuding a fragile beauty.

Maybe it was the lighting.

Suddenly, Wen Zhi sat up straight in his sleep, his dark eyes shining with a hint of moisture.

“You’re here.”

Si Mingchen nodded: “Yes, I’ve finished packing our luggage.”

Wen Zhi hastily wiped the drool off his lips and said in a small voice, “Thanks for your hard work. I just finished too.”

[Are you sure you just finished?]

[50 minutes ago, to be exact.]

[What were you busy with? Sleeping?]

Si Mingchen looked calm: “Are you sleepy?”

Wen Zhi shook his head like a rattle, “No, I’m not sleepy. I was just lying here thinking about what we’re going to eat tonight.”

Looking at the red marks on his face from being pressed, Si Mingchen didn’t expose him and simply said, “You’ve worked hard. I ordered some more just now, take a look.”

Wen Zhi had just woken up and was still a bit dazed and said, “Okay.”

By the time they ate, Wen Zhi’s energy had completely recovered. He had a good appetite and ate a lot.

What he hadn’t noticed was that almost all the items on the table were French food, except for the extra plate of chicken legs that he didn’t buy at lunchtime.

[Wow, I finally finished work. Just as I entered the live stream, Wen Wen actually started eating chicken legs.]

[President Si ordered the meal, so he negotiated with the chef to make a plate of chicken thighs. I can only say that President Si is always a careful person.]

[Wow, it’s so sweet. I used to think that Wen Wen was not very kind to Si Mingchen, but in fact, Si Mingchen also likes Wen Wen very much.]

[All in all, it’s very sweet.]

As the two of them ate dinner, the live broadcast ended for the day.

Wen Zhi gnawed on the chicken legs, and his black eyes began to wander, his mind becoming restless.

What they didn’t continue during the day, can they continue it now?

“How does the Benedict eggs taste?” Seeing that Wen Zhi had eaten two, Si Mingchen asked him in a low voice.

Wen Zhi nodded: “All the meals you ordered are very tasty.”

Si Mingchen: “It’s good that you like them, they were my favourite food when I was studying in France.”

The time when Si Mingchen went abroad was not in Wen Zhi’s memory, so he asked curiously, “How many years did you study in France?”

Si Mingchen: “Five years.”

Wen Zhi said, “Did I ask you before about your studies in France?”

Si Mingchen paused for a moment and then replied, “Briefly.”

Before they got married, Wen Zhi asked Si Mingchen about his study abroad, but only inquired about his major, and didn’t ask anything else.

But Si Mingchen felt that it was better not to ask.

After all, that period of time was not very wonderful, even full of dark intrigues and calculations.

Otherwise, relying on his simplicity in high school, how could he have successfully taken back his uncle’s company five years later and made him obedient.

Scheming, calculation, planning.

If Wen Zhi discovered how different he was from high school, he would surely dislike him even more.

Wen Zhi held his cheek: “Can I ask the question again?”

Si Mingchen: “You tell me.”

Wen Zhi tapped his finger on his cheek: “Guess what question I want to ask now, and I will reward you if you guess correctly.”

Si Mingchen pondered slightly, “I don’t know.”

He guessed that the current Wen Zhi would definitely ask him if he had a history of relationships or how he had beaten his second uncle.

Wen Zhi gave him a disdainful look and said softly, holding the red wine, “It’s nothing really, I just want to know if your studies were heavy there, if you ate on time, if you were bullied by bad classmates who were xenophobic, if your second uncle didn’t give you pocket money and made you live in relative poverty. Also, is it cold there in winter? How was the insulation of the place you lived?”

Si Mingchen gently put down his knife and fork lightly, and remained silent for a long time with his eyes lowered.

Wen Zhi panicked, it seemed that these bad things must have happened.

He knew that Si Mingchen’s cunning and vicious second uncle was not a good person. He did not even let go of Si Mingchen in high school, so how could he have given him a good time when he was in university.

The more Wen Zhi thought about it, the angrier he became. He rolled up his sleeves and said, “Give me your uncle’s address, I’ll go beat him up.”

Suddenly, Si Mingchen chuckled and lifted his eyes to meet Wen Zhi’s gaze. The red at the corners of his eyes gradually disappeared.

“I’ve already taught him a lesson.”

Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get through this. He dared to trip you up and didn’t even ask if I would agree.”

Si Mingchen lifted his glass of wine and took a sip: “I thought you would ask me if I had ever had a boyfriend abroad.”

This question made Wen Zhi a little uneasy. He strained his fingers under the table, afraid that Si Mingchen would see his nervousness.

So what if he had a boyfriend before?

Anyway, they had already broken up, and Si Mingchen was his husband now.

Si Mingchen wasn’t the kind of person who would cheat on him during their marriage, so he wasn’t worried at all.

Although that was the case, Wen Zhi really wanted to know the answer to this question!

So, Wen Zhi pretended to be magnanimous and asked, “It doesn’t matter if you did. As you like me now it’s okay.”

Si Mingchen looked at him slightly and did not say anything.

Wen Zhi was now completely at a loss and forced a smile, “Then have you ever been in love?”

Si Mingchen paused and said, “No.”

Wen Zhi felt relieved and asked, “Oh, then why haven’t you been in love? Haven’t you met someone you like?”

Si Ming’s shallow-colored eyes were covered with a layer of complex emotions, “There was someone I liked. After meeting in high school, I couldn’t make room for anyone else in my heart.”

Wen Zhi’s heart sank, thinking to himself that he hopes he won’t experience such a cliche plot of “the old lover reappears” in his own relationship.

Trying to keep the trembling voice down, he asked, “Who is it?”