I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

The moment he closed the door, Sang Qi’s smug look showed unapologetically. He leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling, looking forward to what was to come.

Indeed, he knew Wen Zhi’s character very well and had a firm grasp on how to manipulate him.

The tactics from back then never failed.

Jiang Xingnan sat on the sofa and looked at him quietly: “Why are you so happy, Qi?”

Sang Qi stretched out his arms and hugged him, “Because I’ve had my revenge.”

Jiang Xingnan wondered, “Revenge? Does Wen Zhi have a grudge against you?”

Sang Qi shook his head slightly and cupped his chin, “You don’t understand.”

Jiang Xingnan held him in his arms, “I don’t understand, but I just want to be with you forever.”

The expression on Sang Qi’s face remained the same, untouched by Jiang Xingnan’s words, lost in the thrill of revenge.

From childhood, Si Mingchen was always adored by everyone in the family, while no one ever paid attention to him. Even his parents always compared him to Si Mingchen, using Si Mingchen to belittle him. During his childhood, Si Mingchen often appeared in his nightmares.

Later, trouble struck the Si family, and Si Mingchen overnight became a despised orphan.

His mother asked him to take care of Si Mingchen, and he did so. Whenever he looked at Si Mingchen, his eyes were filled with pity.

He enjoyed looking down on him.

Originally, he and Si Mingchen could have peacefully coexisted, but Si Mingchen had done something terribly wrong—he made Wen Zhi fall in love with him.

Throughout his life, his parents belittled him, and relatives and friends all turned their attention to Si Mingchen, leaving him neglected. Only Wen Zhi loved to play with him.

He truly treated Wen Zhi as family and protected him..

But then Wen Zhi fell in love with Si Mingchen of all people.

He couldn’t understand what was so great about the penniless Si Mingchen.

But now, seeing Si Mingchen in such pain, he was proud of himself. It was time to settle the shadows and hatred Si Mingchen had brought upon him back then.

“Brother Qi? Brother Qi?”

Jiang Xingnan’s voice brought Sang Qi back to reality.

Sang Qi looked down and gently stroked Jiang Xingnan’s neck, “Help me unbuckle my belt.”

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As they stepped into the elevator, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen remained silent.

Si Mingchen held Wen Zhi’s hand and noticed how cold it was. Since coming out of the room with Sang Qi, Wen Zhi had been in an unusual mood.

He was desperate to know what Sang Qi had said to Wen Zhi, but every time he saw Wen Zhi’s sad eyes, the words stuck in his throat but he could not ask them.

Perhaps it was because the current Wen Zhi was becoming more and more like the Wen Zhi before he lost his memory, always full of worry when he was with him and never laughing.

Back at home, Si Mingchen turned up the heater and said to Wen Zhi, “Go and take a bath.”

Wen Zhi’s voice was small as he sat alone in the corner, “You go first, I don’t want to wash yet.”

Si Mingchen stared at him, finding that something was wrong, and finally asked the question, “Can you tell me what Sang Qi said to you?”

At the mention of Sang Qi, Wen Zhi’s eyes dropped red and swollen with a slightly aggrieved expression, “Nothing.”

Si Mingchen’s eyebrows were tinged with seriousness: “With your current state, how can I possibly believe that it’s nothing?”

Wen Zhi’s thoughts were in turmoil and he did not want to talk to Si Mingchen for the time being. He turned his back and picked up the little melon with a sniffle, “I’m feeling a bit sick, just tired and want to sleep.”

The way Wen Zhi refused to communicate was obvious to Si Mingchen. He didn’t understand what Sang Qi had said to Wen Zhi to cause him a sudden change in attitude towards him.

Or was it that Wen Zhi had regained his memory?

Anxiety and the long-standing demons gradually took hold of Si Mingchen’s rationality. He walked into the bathroom without an expression and didn’t come out for a long time.

Wen Zhi sat alone in his bedroom, his mind in turmoil.

On one hand, Sang Qi’s words were not baseless, and the evidence was logically presented before him, forcing him to believe it.

On the other hand, based on his understanding of Si Mingchen, he didn’t think Si Mingchen was that kind of person.

These two opposing thoughts tangled up in his mind, disturbing his judgment and causing him great distress.

In order to confirm Sang Qi’s claims, Wen Zhi secretly used the production team’s phone on the balcony to make a call to Wen Qishan.

After confirming, it was true that Jiang Chengshu had been engaged to Si Mingchen in the past. Since the two families formed a marital alliance, Wen Qishan had to consider Si Mingchen’s wishes in everything.

Everything the Wen family did depended on Si Mingchen’s benevolence.

Most importantly, Wen Zhi asked Wen Qishan about the main reason for the bankruptcy of the Wen family, and although Wen Qishan was evasive, he told him that the family was in this situation because they had acted as a stepping stone for Sisheng.

Unknowingly, Wen Zhi’s heart grows colder and colder.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Si Mingchen was drying his hair, only to find Wen Zhi standing on the balcony making a phone call.

With a complicated look in his eyes, he knocked on the door: “It’s cold outside.”

Wen Zhi panicked and turned around, his eyes, swollen like walnut kernels, fully exposed.

Si Mingchen pushed open the balcony door helplessly, knowing that Wen Zhi was hiding something from him and would not tell the truth.

“Go to sleep.”

He stood in front of Wen Zhi, his voice very soft.

Wen Zhi buried his head: “Mm.”

As night fell, Si Mingchen had a terrible headache and lay in bed without any sleepiness.

Next to him, Wen Zhi seemed to have fallen asleep, and the sound of even breathing rang out beside him.

He got up and helped Wen Zhi tighten the blanket, swallowed two painkillers and forced himself to close his eyes.

He was deeply hurt by Wen Zhi’s refusal to communicate.

It was as if Si Mingchen had fallen into an ice cellar, and a coldness poured into his body.

His vision blurred and he smiled bitterly.

It seemed that he really could not defeat Sang Qi.

Every time he was on the verge of happiness, Sang Qi would appear at the right time and easily destroy it.

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