I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 26.3

The truth about the confession back then. Pt.3

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

Sang Qi and Jiang Xingnan didn’t have much money, but they had also received a reward from the last mission, so they, like Wen Zhi, ordered a deluxe set menu and an introductory set menu.

In front of the Pingtan stage, two tea tables were already set up. Sang Qi enjoyed the dim sum with great interest while listening to the actors singing.

Jiang Xingnan took a few sips of tea and listened quietly.

“Does Xiao Zhi like to listen to Pingtan?” Sang Qi suddenly asked.

Wen Zhi leaned on Si Mingchen’s shoulder and politely replied, “Of course I like it when I am sitting here.”

Sang Qi didn’t expect Wen Zhi’s response to be sarcastic and raised an eyebrow with a smile, “This custard pastry tastes good, try it.”

Wen Zhi refused, “I have some here, you and Xingnan can eat it together.”

Sang Qi found Wen Zhi’s repeated cold attitude towards him very strange. They had already cleared up that matter the last time, and Wen Zhi didn’t seem to hold it against him. Why was Wen Zhi acting so impatient with him today?

[I’m convinced. Is San Qi’s boyfriend Wen Zhi or Jiang Xingnan?]

[Sang Qi, this sixth wheel, don’t you like Jiang Xingnan?]

[I’m starting to doubt the possibility of these two being a couple. Who treats their own boyfriend like this?]

[You always say that Mr. Si and Wen Zhi are a fake couple, but Mr. Si treats Wen Zhi very well and with respect. He never seems to have flirted with anyone else either?]

[I can’t stand Sang Qi. He gives me the impression of being one of those arrogant second-generation rich kids who doesn’t respect anyone.]

[Come on, Jiang Xingnan didn’t even taste any of the pastries. Sang Qi ate them all.

[Sang Qi is so mean, just purely self-centred, ugh.]

[Si Mingchen has only eaten a small bite of the dim sum which was left over by Wen Zhi. The difference between the two of them is significant.]

Unbeknownst to them, the five Pingtan performers had already finished singing, and it was now intermission time.

While they were serving tea, Wen Zhi used the excuse of going to the restroom and disappeared.

Sang Qi glanced at Si Mingchen and spoke with a teasing tone, “I remember Wen Zhi liked listening to Pingtan when he was young. I didn’t expect him to still have that hobby as he grew up.”

Si Mingchen replied calmly, “Why don’t you mention that he also loved eating rice when he was young, and he still loves it, always maintaining that hobby.”

The atmosphere between the two was so delicate that even the director’s team outside the camera felt nervous.

Sang Qi raised an eyebrow and didn’t say anything.

Jiang Xingnan gently took Sang Qi’s hand: “Brother Sang Qi, I want to try making the lotus flower pastry, there’s still time.”

Sang Qi furrowed his brows in annoyance and said, “How can you make something so oily? It’s time consuming and not tasty. Let’s stay here and watch the Pingtan performance.”

Jiang Xingnan let go of Sang Qi’s hand, with a clear look of sadness in his eyes.

At that moment, the melodious sound of the pipa rang out again, and the actor who walked onto the stage surprised the audience and netizens.

Dressed in a simple and pure white robe, the slim figure was outlined with a slender waist. Wen Zhi held a folding fan, displaying a leisurely and elegant posture, walking the steps to the rhythm of the pipa.

The immaculate robe made Wen Zhi look exceptionally clean. The young man on the stage had lively eyes and a graceful posture, without a trace of aging even at dusk.

Wen Zhi’s voice was clear, like that of a young man in his early twenties, warm and clear.

This song was frequently sung to him by his mother when he was a child, so he was very familiar with the lyrics and not worried about going off-key.

Moreover, he already knew how to play the harp and had a good understanding of music, so it wasn’t difficult for him.

As he sang Pingtan, he added a touch of Suzhou’s ancient charm. Every smile and frown accompanied the movements of his hands, all directed towards Si Mingchen.

The lyrics of the song came from a classic piece called “Yearning for Love.” It expressed the author’s beautiful longing for love and his admiration for the person in his heart.

When the lyrics mentioned “sending a hairpin to the young man,” Wen Zhi secretly changed it to “sending a hairpin to Si Mingchen.”

This little twist made the actors at the back laugh.

Worried that Si Mingchen might not have heard it, Wen Zhi quietly moved his fan away and peeked over.

But in just two seconds, his little gesture was quickly caught by Si Mingchen, and a smile rose to the corners of his mouth.

Si Mingchen had heard Pingtan performed by national treasure-level masters before, but only Wen Zhi this time had managed to deeply captivate his heart from beginning to end.

Wen Zhi’s small actions were plentiful, to the point of observing every expression, making his heart surge with excitement.

Even the tea house masters came out to appreciate it.

In fact, Wen Zhi’s singing skills were not exceptionally exquisite, but what was remarkable was his willingness to try Pingtan, an art form he had never explored before, and to sing this song to his “lover” without any embarrassment.

Although he had thick skin, he was actually quite embarrassed about adapting this song.

But he had no other choice. Besides completing the mission in this way, he couldn’t think of anything else.

His feelings were definitely understood by Si Mingchen.

In the barrage, there was an outpouring of emotions.

[I admit it, I’m becoming a fan.]

[Wen Zhi is so cute! I love him so much!]

[Is he confessing his love to President Si?]

[Yes, I think so. President Si is his lover.]

[Oh my God, Wen Zhi is so suitable to play a naive Republican-era noble son. I beg him to act in a Republican-era drama.]

[The next time someone asks me if Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi are real or fake, even if my mouth is covered, I’ll still say they’re real!]

The sound of the pipa gradually stopped, and Wen Zhi finished singing a song that ended perfectly.

The song came to a perfect end. When San Qi saw Jiang Xingnan applauding, he put on an odd smile and clapped his hands twice.

Throughout, Wen Zhi did not even look at him.

His eyes were only on Si Mingchen.

Sang Qi did not understand what was so good about Si Mingchen that made Wen Zhi even after being rejected by Si Mingchen, unable to forget him and even secretly run overseas to see him?]

This bond between them was truly deep and meaningful.

But so what?

Weren’t they separated for six years, with four years of an unhappy marriage?

The applause came to an end.

Wen Zhi, who had already finished his performance, did not leave. Instead, he shyly looked at Si Mingchen and spoke the words he had prepared for a long time.

“When I was young, I liked watching various operas with my mother, and one of them was called ‘Night of the Vines.’ When I was in high school, I performed it with my classmates.”

When Sang Qi heard the name of the opera, his face changed instantly.

“In the lines of the opera, there is a sentence that I still remember to this day. Now, I want to dedicate this line to Si Mingchen: ‘From the moment I first saw you, I knew the warmth of the night. If you love me, I’m willing to be your vine, never to part for a lifetime. If you don’t love me, I will lie in the soil, watching you grow into a towering tree and setting you free to soar.”

Si Mingchen’s fingers tremble slightly, his eyes deep and filled with astonishment.

This passage, those words, were Wen Zhi’s confessions to Sang Qi that he had heard outside the auditorium years ago.