I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 2.1

Car Accident

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

There was no response in the room for a long time after the last words, and the surroundings seemed to isolate the two men, with only the sound of light breathing.

The fingers on his right leg curled up slightly, and Si Mingchen’s eyes turned sullen, his face still devoid of emotion, with the usual calmness.

“Wen Zhi.” Si Mingchen called out Wen Zhi’s name, “Where is it me? did I not do well?”

His voice was very low, but it was a little softer than usual, and there was a faint repression in his tone.

At this moment, a flash of guilt rose up inside Wen Zhi. Si Mingchen was good to him, even ten thousand times better than those partners who boasted of loving him but actually did nothing.

Sometimes he even wondered how good it would be if he didn’t love Si Mingchen. Then this marriage could have remained as it was.

“You’re very good.” Wen Zhi didn’t have the courage to look at him again, and hung his head slightly.

His deep light brown eyes kept watching Wen Zhi’s every move, and Si Mingchen asked, “Then why do you want to divorce me? Can you give me a reason?”

Under the 28-degree air conditioning, Wen Zhi’s back was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and his hands were getting colder and colder.

This question was equivalent to skinning off the deep scars of this marriage and exposing them to the hot sun.

The stifling heat of the air enveloped him, making him gradually out of breath.

After a long mental build-up, he stretched his brow and suddenly smiled, pretending to be light-hearted, and said casually, “You also know that there is no love in our marriage.”

At this moment, Si Mingchen’s eyes, which had always been unveiled, shook slightly as the last trace of hope was suddenly shattered.

Straightening his broad back, he slowly leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking out of the window as he remained silent for a long time.

“Hmm. So, you want a divorce.”

If, before Si Mingchen said these words, Wen Zhi still had a little extravagant hopes, then at this moment, the rout was over.

Sure enough, Si Mingchen really did not love him.

Wen Zhi desperately tried to suppress his tears and his voice was calm, “Let’s give each other a break.”

Si Mingchen looked at him, “You want to divorce me, do your parents know about it?”

Wen Zhi: “No.”

Si Mingchen: “Do they agree?”

Wen Zhi put the two divorce agreements on the glass table, his voice was very soft, “I will tell them after the divorce, and I also hope that you can cooperate with me on this.”

The two divorce agreements in front of him caused Si Mingchen’s eyes to gradually darken, he pulled out one of the documents, and he slowly browsed through the terms on it.

“When do you want the divorce?”

“As soon as possible.”

The documents were simple, especially the division of property. Wen Zhi only wanted a detached estate in his name and nothing else, seemingly in “good faith” and in a hurry to end this marriage.

The agreement will take effect immediately after signing, and the division of property will be completed within two weeks, so that they could go straight to the divorce.

Rubbing the white paper with his fingers, Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi’s already signed name, his face expressionless.

All signs indicated that Wen Zhi’s divorce was not a spur-of-the-moment affair, but a long time consideration.

Only he was unaware of it.

Si Mingchen gently breathed a sigh of relief, “I respect your decision.”

The divorce was finalized, and it was the end of Wen Zhi’s ten-year-long secret love.

Wen Zhi cracked a smile, “Thank you for your understanding.”

The ease of communication was expected, after all, they had never had any unpleasantness or disputes in the past four years.

Wen Zhi looked at the agreement and handed him the pen, “Now that we’ve discussed it, I’ll move out of the house tonight.”

Three days ago, he had started packing his things. What should be packed, was almost packed.

Si Mingchen didn’t pick up the pen, but asked, “All these years. Our two companies have always been a community of interest, with an inextricable network of relationships and collaborative projects. The impact of our sudden separation is difficult to gauge. Especially the case I just recently talked to your father about, without the support of our marital relationship, he would have to suffer a huge loss that Wen Corporation would be on the verge of bankruptcy.”

Si Mingchen didn’t speak any more blunt words.

For so many years Wen Qishan had relied on his connections and taken many convenient routes.

Their Jinfu project had just been set up, and if he and Wen Zhi divorced, the partners of Wen family’s would probably withdraw all their capital, and approval and investment would be a problem.

Wen Qishan would go bankrupt and Wen Zhi would suffer along with him.

This matter of the company was not known to Wen Zhi. He lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time.

“If the divorce agreement can be modified in time, I have six months to properly handle these matters, after which we will divorce again to minimise the impact on the Wen family.”

After saying these words, Si Mingchen gazed at Wen Zhi in silence, “Or do you mean that you can’t wait for six months.”

Wen Zhi’s fingers clutched the hem of his shirt and said in a small voice, “Yes. But-”

“You have to be careful with your dad these days, especially with the cooperation case between Heung Kong and Neighbouring Bay, be careful.”

He didn’t know how to describe how he felt at the moment. He had always known that Si Mingchen was kind to him. But he didn’t expect that even in the matter of divorce, Si Mingchen would think about him.

But the more Si Mingchen was like this, the more upset he became.

Just like the past four years, he was hoping for a little love, and was gradually disappointed in this thoughtfulness.

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, “After the divorce, when your father asked about it, told him that I had brought it up and told him to come to me.”

Wen Zhi jerked his head up, “No, then he and my stepmother will definitely blackmail you.”

Si Mingchen typed out the two new agreements and signed his name: “No, let me handle it.”

He had dealt with Wen Qishan for so many years and knew him very well. If Wen Qishan knew that Wen Zhi had initiated the divorce, and with Wen Zhi’s stepmother fanning the flames, it would be hard to keep Wen Zhi’s future days comfortable.

Wen Zhi still wanted to refuse but was interrupted by Si Mingchen.

“As for the property division, I have listed in the supplementary clause. After my assistant reassigns it, I’ll give it to you.”

Wen Zhi hurriedly said, “I don’t want other things. It’s already a lot of trouble to postpone for six months, just give me that manor where I lived with my mother.”

Si Mingchen looked at him, “You don’t want anything, how can you explain to your family after the divorce? Wen’s financial situation is not optimistic.”

Wen Zhi pondered for a moment, but still refused Si Mingchen’s kind offer, “No need.”

All the things that Si Mingchen had fought for, since it was easy to part without hard feelings he had no reason to occupy the fruits of others. Besides, for so many years, Si Mingchen has filled the pocket/devt for their family with more than a billion dollars, and he has no face to ask for anything else after the divorce.

Putting away the divorce agreement, Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and intended to leave.

He thought he would say goodbye with a smile, but it turned out to be far from satisfactory. He couldn’t even look straight at Si Mingchen.

Si Mingchen sat on his seat and looked at him quietly, “I’ll see you off.”

Before the words were not even finished, Special Assistant Wen knocked on the door, “Mr. Si, Mr. Jiang Chengshu is here.”

Si Mingchen: “Let him in.”

Hearing Jiang Changshu’s name, Wen Zhi froze in place. When he turned back stiffly, Jiang Changshu had already walked in.

As expected, Jiang Changshu was even better looking than in the photo, with very fair skin and a warm temperament, slowly overlapping with the popular schoolboy he remembered.

Seeing Wen Zhi, Jiang Changshu smiled in surprise, “What a coincidence, I didn’t disturb you guys, right?”

Wen Zhi’s face gradually turned white, clutching the divorce agreement tightly and pretending to be calm, “No, you guys talk, I’ll leave first.”

Although he had already prepared for Si Mingchen and Jiang Chengshu to get back together, he couldn’t face this matter head-on with the ease he thought he could.

Jiang Chengshu followed him with his eyes, “Xiao Zhi let’s have a meal together if we have a chance.”

Wen Zhi stopped, took a long breath and looked at Jiang Chengshu, and said generously, “Sure, Call me when you’re free.”

Jiang Chengshu smiled and looked at Si Mingchen, “How about I wait for you while you go to see Xiao Zhi off?”

Si Mingchen didn’t say anything, but his feet were already moving towards Wen Zhi.

“No need–”

Wen Zhi forced a smile, “You guys chat, I’m leaving.”

Before Si Mingchen could answer, he had already trotted away and rushed into the elevator recklessly.

The elevator door closed with a “ding”.

Looking at his own miserable pale face, through the glass, Wen Zhi forced himself to raise his lips, wiping away the wetness at the corners of his eyes.

“I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years.”