I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 23.3

The truth pt.3

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

On the way back home, Wen Zhi leaned against Si Mingchen’s leg, endlessly fiddling with his phone, but the security question just wouldn’t come to mind.

Si Mingchen said, “Otherwise, don’t think about it. I’ll ask if the company’s technicians can crack it.”

Wen Zhi suddenly came up with an idea, “Si Si, we can just delete the password for the photo album!”

Si Mingchen’s gaze immediately fell on him, his eyes showing rare nervousness. “Who is inside?”

Wen Zhi saw his own security question first and chuckled, handing it to Si Mingchen.

“Here, take a look at my first love.”

Si Mingchen took a closer look and saw a popular superstar from the 90s.

Despite how funny it was, he still wondered who could be inside the photo album.

“Can I take a look inside the photo album?”

Wen Zhi felt a bit uneasy, afraid that an ex-boyfriend might suddenly appear and make Si Mingchen sad.

If his beloved husband felt heartbroken, he would feel the pain too.

However, there was no way around it. This matter was already out in the open and had to be faced.

So, Wen Zhi gritted his teeth and opened the photo album.

The photos that appeared inside surprised Si Mingchen as well, just like Wen Zhi.

Because the photos didn’t depict a person but rather various small objects.

For example, a half-used eraser.

An old badge, for example.

A road with a lot of traffic.

A gorgeous firework display.

Wen Zhi muttered to himself, “Maybe I named this photo album incorrectly. It doesn’t seem to be about someone I like, but rather a random collection of daily records.”

Si Mingchen spoke softly, “Can you send it to me?”

Wen Zhi obediently replied, “Sure.”

Back at home, it was already 10 PM. Wen Zhi hummed an unknown tune while calmly taking off all his clothes in front of Si Mingchen, including his underwear.

Today, Wen Zhi wore green honeydew melon-patterned underwear. From Si Mingchen’s perspective, the fresh green color enveloped two plump and perky buttocks, visually appealing.

Wen Zhi was quite cunning. After taking off his underwear, he innocently spun around the bedroom. “Si Si, where’s my honeydew-scented body wash?”

Si Mingchen crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, observing Wen Zhi’s performance. “Shouldn’t the body wash be in the bathroom?”

Wen Zhi showed no signs of embarrassment. “I bought a new one.”

The tall and slender figure gradually approached, making Wen Zhi increasingly nervous. In an instant, his body was wrapped in a bathrobe, and Si Mingchen’s slightly husky voice resonated in his ears. “Go take a shower quickly. It’s cold, so you don’t catch a cold.”

Reluctantly, Wen Zhi left.

Indeed, Si Mingchen didn’t miss any opportunity for mischief.

The water had just started running for less than ten minutes when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Wen Zhi poked out a fair and moist collarbone, lifting his misty doe-like eyes and said, “Husband, I forgot to bring the bathrobe.”

Si Mingchen had just finished changing his clothes and looked at him indifferently: “Bathrobe, didn’t you put it on?”

A moment of embarrassment flashed through Wen Zhi: “Look at my memory, I’m such a dumb beauty.”

Si Mingchen looked at the fog outside the bathroom and smiled indulgently.

Indeed, he was a foolish beauty.

A foolish beauty who wore his eight hundred thoughts on his face.

Tonight, Wen Zhi was destined not to succeed. Of course, it was also due to his tightly packed schedule.

Buried in Si Mingchen’s embrace, Wen Zhi placed the little winter melon aside and, under Si Mingchen’s gentle patting, soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Si Mingchen held Wen Zhi in his arms and opened his phone to repeatedly examine those few photos.

For some reason, seeing these things gave him a strong premonition that they were closely related to someone.

But it shouldn’t be Sang Qi.

The next day, Wen Zhi had an early morning appointment and left with a sad face.

Both of them were busy, and the entire day was spent chatting through WeChat. However, Si Mingchen was already satisfied with this frequency. After all, in the four years of their marriage, he could read through all the chat records between him and Wen Zhi in just one hour. Wen Zhi never contacted him while he was working.

Today, Si Mingchen had to work overtime for a while, and when he returned home, it was already 8 o’clock in the evening.

Out of habit, he stopped at the flower shop, intending to pick a bouquet for Wen Zhi.

In fact, this habit had been maintained by Si Mingchen since their marriage. Every time he worked overtime, he would bring a small gift for Wen Zhi. The shop owner had become very familiar with him.

“Help me choose a bouquet of flowers for my beloved, in bright colours that he likes.”

As Si Mingchen walked towards the flower shop, he suddenly bumped into a familiar person.

Ming Yantang was holding a bouquet of roses and bumped into him: “What a coincidence, you’re here to buy flowers too.”

The lady smiled and said, “Mr. Si often comes to buy flowers for his beloved.”

Si Mingchen looked up, “Good evening.”

Ming Yantang was very intimidated by the formal and cool type of man that Si Mingchen was. Although he had had several boyfriends who had the same style, Si Mingchen was different from them.

His intuition was very accurate, Si Mingchen was a man with a strong inner mind, cold and sensible and not easy to get along with.

He admires the fact that Wen Zhi can get along with Si Mingchen, and usually avoids him when he meets him in business or at a party.

“Good evening. I have an appointment, so I’ll leave now.”

Si Mingchen nodded, “Okay.”

“Oh, by the way, is the dog still doing well at your place?”

Suddenly, Si Mingchen called out to Ming Yantang.

Ming Yantang looked back: “Huh? The dog?”

Looking at his expression, Si Mingchen could guess that the dog was no longer at Ming Yantang’s home, and had probably been given to someone else.

Si Mingchen didn’t want to continue this conversation, “Sorry, if you’re in a hurry, go first.”

Ming Yantang understood: “You mean the stray dog that your family adopted three years ago?”

Si Mingchen nodded, “Yes.”

Ming Yantang hesitated, unsure if he should tell Si Mingchen about it. But considering that Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi were already going through the process of signing divorce papers, it was necessary to let him know.

“That dog, did Wen Zhi tell you that he gave it to me?” Ming Yantang asked.

Si Mingchen nodded. “Yes.”

Ming Yantang looked straight at Si Mingchen, his pretty eyebrows were faintly sad: “During that time when your living room was redecorated, there was an art lamp installed at the edge of the stairs that you liked, do you remember?”

Si Mingchen had a puzzled look in his eyes, “Yes, I remember.”

Ming Yantang sighed, “Although your lamp was more artistic in shape, it was not placed in a reasonable position. The other day the dog was playing on the third floor and thought the lamp was a toy, so he jumped up and played with it for a while, but unexpectedly, the lamp rotated and flung the dog off. We couldn’t save it at the hospital.”

At this moment, the shop owner handed the flowers to Si Mingchen: “Mr. Si.”

Si Mingchen didn’t take them, his gaze somewhat stiff. “So, what you’re saying is…”

Ming Yantang continued, “Wen Zhi knew that you were particularly fond of that dog. How could he bear to give it to me? That day, Wen Zhi called me in tears, asking me to keep it a secret, to never let you know because he knew you would blame yourself. He’s a stubborn person who would rather have you blame him for giving the dog to me than see you sad and upset.”

Si Mingchen’s eyes carried a sense of shock, and he remained silent for a long time.

He really liked that lamp, and he had specifically chosen to install it on the edge of the staircase as he wanted. The dog being able to reach it was closely related to its incorrect placement.

He took the bouquet of flowers, his voice becoming softer. “Thank you.”

Ming Yantang replied, “No need to thank me. Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi truly cares about you.”