I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

‘First Night Watch’

Si Mingchen’s eyes were shallow, and a faint smile hung in the watery night.

He originally thought that Wen Zhi knew about it, but when he thought about Wen Zhi’s current state, it was normal for him not to know.

“Who else could it be except for you?”

When Wen Zhi heard this, he was very surprised. He was usually thick-skinned and rarely reserved. His hands trembled as he fidgeted with his clothes, his face flushed with excitement.

So, it turns out that Si Mingchen had liked him for so long.

So, were they secretly in love with each other back then?

Wen Zhi was overwhelmed with joy at this moment.

But then something occurred to him.

Why didn’t they end up together back then?

Outside on the terrace, the water of the swimming pool looked as if it had been splashed with a layer of silver, and the shimmering reflections fell on Wen Zhi’s body, making his delicate face look very gentle.

The blush on the sides of his cheeks was particularly obvious as he muttered, “Then why didn’t you confess your love to me?”

Si Mingchen’s gentle gaze darkened slightly, then he lowered his eyes, remembering a past event he didn’t want to talk about.

Back then, Wen Zhi often went to bookstores around the school with his company, and there was a collection of essays called “Love Letters” that he particularly liked.

Every time on the way home, Wen Zhi would read it to him. Although the occasional passer-by would look at them curiously, Wen Zhi was not embarrassed at all and continued to concentrate on the lines she liked.

Si Mingchen didn’t say much, but he listened intently. In the night, he habitually helped Wen Zhi carry his school bag and followed quietly.

At one point, Wen Zhi suddenly said, “Si Si, do you know that there is a secret compartment in this book?”

Si Mingchen turned his attention to it: “No.”

Wen Zhi was serious: “The female protagonist in the book has liked a boy for a long time, and that boy also secretly likes the female protagonist. Later, the boy secretly inserts a love letter into the book and returns it to the female protagonist under the guise of borrowing it. That’s why the author designed it like this.”

Si Mingchen smiled at the marketing tactics used to coax children: “Is that why this book is such a bestseller?”

Wen Zhi frowned: “It’s not a bestseller, It’s a niche book that only literary youths like me know about.”

After dropping Wen Zhi off at the door, Si Mingchen returned his school bag to him, “Young literati, remember to do your homework, otherwise, you will be called to stand in the corner again tomorrow.”

Wen Zhi: “Got it.”

From that day onwards, this incident took root in Si Mingchen’s heart. When he found the opportunity, he finally borrowed the “Love Letters” book from Wen Zhi.

On the day he returned it to Wen Zhi after putting the confession in the compartment, Wen Zhi deleted all his contact details.

He waited for Wen Zhi at the door of his class, but he treated him coldly, like a stranger.

Sang Qi told him that Wen Zhi had confessed his love for him.

The reason why Wen Zhi was so nice to him was because Sang Qi had told him about his family and the death of his parents.

At that time, Sang Qi happened to be rehearsing with the school drama group, and Wen Zhi was just spending more time with him because of Sang Qi.

Sang Qi’s words are still fresh in his mind, and they are what kept him going in those circumstances.

“Xiao Zhi comes from a good family and is a simple person. If you know that he doesn’t like you, but you continue to pester him, it will inevitably make people doubt your true motives. Mingchen, I am deeply sorry about the fact that your uncle took away your family’s company. But since you have nothing now, I don’t want to compete with you out of responsibility for Xiao Zhi.”

“Sisi.”

“Sisi?”

Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen’s slightly sad and complicated expression, and called out his name worriedly.

There was a sense of brokenness in this Si Mingchen.

As Si Mingchen’s thoughts were gradually drawn back to reality, Wen Zhi poured him a cup of sobering tea and said comfortingly, “It doesn’t matter if you didn’t confess then, we’re married now anyway, it’s the same.”

He looked at Si Mingchen carefully, always feeling that bringing up his past heartache required quick consolation.

Si Mingchen’s gaze was heavy, his fingers rubbing the glass, his Adam’s apple rolling with difficulty. Suddenly he opened his mouth, “Wen Zhi, will you leave me in the future?”

Wen Zhi was stunned and shook his head like a rattle, “Why would I leave you?”

Si Mingchen held back his unusual tears and spoke lightly, “Really? You have lost your memory now. Will you back out of your words later?”

Wen Zhi raised his hand and hooked his finger, “Pinkie promise, I’d be a dog if I lied to you.”

Si Mingchen leaned back in his chair, gazing at him for a long time before hooking her finger with his own, “Hmm, you’re a puppy.”

This romantic candlelit dinner lasted until the early morning hours. After taking a hot bath, Wen Zhi did not climb into bed immediately, but stood in front of the balcony, sprayed with perfume and waited for Si Mingchen.

What happened this morning is not over yet.

Tonight, the moonlight was just right, and it’s important to have a proper beginning and end.

Tomorrow’s schedule was announced by the programme team in the WeChat group. Wen Zhi took the mobile phone provided by the programme team and replied to confirm.

Tomorrow’s time was very free, and couples could spend their time according to their own interests. At 7 pm, a new group of guests would join, and there would be a welcome party.

The bathroom door opens with a clang.

Si Mingchen walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, revealing his thin, long, straight legs with a layer of well-defined muscles. The remaining water droplets on his body gradually slid down, disappearing at his ankles.

Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen and swallowed his saliva. He had to say that Si Mingchen’s body was really perfect, and could rival that of a model.

If he had money, he could hold a fashion show and have Si Ming Chen walk the runway as the finale, telling the world that this man was his husband.

Si Mingchen dried his hair and stared at the empty bed: “Are we going to sleep?”

Wen Zhi took off her bathrobe, leaving only a pair of underwear, looking like a shrimp stripped of its shell, with a faint pink color all over his body.

He rolled onto his back and crawled underneath Si Mingchen, his eyes blinking as he stared at Si Mingchen.

Si Mingchen laughed in silence and sat on the edge of the bed, his phoenix eyes slightly raised: “You are lying here, how can I come up here?”

Wen Zhi lifted his buttocks and moved two centimeters to the side: “Come on up.”

Si Mingchen looked at the small space Wen Zhi had left for himself and hesitated for a moment to lie by his side.

In an instant, the cold, minty scent of Si Mingchen’s body hit his face.

Wen Zhi was like a cat attracted to catnip, rubbing his head forward and leaning against Si Mingchen’s chest.

The night was quiet.

Wen Zhi lifted his arm and wrapped it around Si Mingchen’s waist: “Si Si, didn’t you say this afternoon that you would go home and continue with it?”

Si Mingchen didn’t expect Wen Zhi to still be thinking about this matter, so he wrapped his arm around him: “Continue with what.”

Wen Zhi felt both embarrassed and angry for a moment. He rolled straight out of bed and found his own little winter melon, using its cold back as a pillow to separate himself from Si Mingchen with a blanket in between like a moat.

Si Mingchen propped his head up with his arm: “Wen Wen.”

Wen Zhi jerked his head back.

Si Mingchen had never called him by such an intimate nickname before, but then he frowned again, looking reluctant to talk about it.

“I’ve always wanted to ask you, why do you insist on sleeping with this ugly winter melon doll?”

Wen Zhi: “Because you gave it to me.”

This statement was a little emotional, but it also had the meaning of a rebuke.

Si Mingchen could not help but think of the day when Wen Zhi signed the divorce agreement with him and left.

Wen Zhi had taken nothing but this doll with him.

His heart was filled with complications and he became more and more confused about Wen Zhi’s feelings.

If, as Wen Zhi said, there was no love between them, then why was he so attached to the little winter melon?

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, “Wen Wen.”

“What do you want?” Wen Zhi asked, defiantly.

Si Mingchen: “Do you want to regain your memory as soon as possible?”

When he asked this question, Si Mingchen felt a little regretful. For the person concerned, who would not want to recover ten years of memory?

He found himself having a terrible and selfish thought.

From the bottom of his heart, he wished that Wen Zhi could stay with him like this forever. Because at that moment, Wen Zhi seemed to really like him.

Wen Zhi thought about it seriously, and rested his chin on the little melon, with some conflict in his heart.

On the one hand, he really wanted to know all the details of the four years he had been married to Si Mingchen.

But on the other hand, he was afraid of remembering those heartbreaking events. For example, how they came to the point of divorce. Once his memory was restored, he could not pretend that nothing had happened.

“Just let nature take its course.”

Si Mingchen looked at him, “Okay.”

The night became quieter and quieter, and when Wen Zhi woke up again, it was already the next day.