I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 27.2

Explaining to each other pt.2

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

As it was the first episode of their journey, the production team started providing basic supplies.

According to rules, the supplies go from top to bottom and are first picked by Wen Zhi.

With the experience from last time, Wen Zhi understood the importance of being prepared for the worst, fearing that this time would be the same as last time, with the two of them having to share one pair of **.

The supplies were abundant, including warm bedding, electric appliances for heating food, some fruits, vegetables, bread, and warm pajamas.

After counting the items on the top floor, Wen Zhi realized that he didn’t lack anything.

The only thing that didn’t satisfy him was the bed he and Si Mingchen would be sharing. It was made of pure wood, and the mattress was relatively thin, which wasn’t very friendly to those accustomed to sleeping on soft beds.

The staff responsible for transporting the supplies reminded him, “You can take the extra bedding and use it as a mattress.”

Wen Zhi thought about the poor conditions downstairs and gently shook his head, “The living conditions downstairs are already poor this time. If I take it, what about the others?”

In the end, he only took a deck of playing cards for him and Si Mingchen to entertain themselves.

[Wen Zhi is really a good person.]

[Last time during the distribution of supplies, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen were at the bottom, right? I remember no one considered them on the upper floors.]

[Last time everyone was crazy grabbing things, no one cared about those at the bottom.]

[Maybe because he experienced being rained on, Wen Zhi also hopes to provide an umbrella for others.]

It was already 10 PM, and after Si Mingchen finished organizing their luggage, he called for Wen Zhi to take a shower and sleep.

He was a bit distracted because he had that matter on his mind, and he didn’t even notice Wen Zhi walking to his side.

“Si Si, thank you for your hard work. You’re really considerate.”

Si Mingchen paused for a moment, then turned around and said, “Go take a shower. I need to go out for a bit.”

Wen Zhi asked, “Where are you going? I’ll go with you.”

Si Mingchen’s tone was firm, “No need, I’ll be back soon. There’s a severe wind warning outside tonight, and it’s cold. Just wait for me here.”

Wen Zhi had no choice but to obediently agree.

On the ground floor, Jiang Xingnan and Sang Qi also received their supplies, which included a thick blanket and some fruits and vegetables.

Since entering the house, Sang Qi had been in a bad mood. Although he didn’t blame Jiang Xingnan anymore, his cold attitude was still making Jiang Xingnan feel uncomfortable.

The living conditions in the house were poor. Although they could take showers, there were no heating appliances, making it easy to catch a cold.

Sang Qi spread the only blanket on the stone floor and suddenly kicked it hard, uttering a couple of curse words.

Jiang Xingnan stood silently on the side, head hanging low, without saying a word.

“The thickness of the bedding is a bit thin, so I folded them.”

Sang Qi lit a cigarette and stared at Jiang Xingnan with a displeased expression.

The original 1.5-meter blanket was folded in half, leaving only 0.75 meters, barely enough for one person to lie on.

Jiang Xingnan understood Sang Qi’s intention and volunteered, “It’s fine, I’ll use the clothes in the suitcase as padding.”

Sang Qi responded with a grunt, took off his shoes, and lay down on it.

“Your popularity as a movie star is mediocre. Why do you have so few votes?”

With his eyes closed, Sang Qi tried to blame Jiang Xingnan’s popularity for their low vote count.

Jiang Xingnan’s voice was low, “After being away from the entertainment industry for so long, it’s already difficult for anyone to remember me or like me.”

Sang Qi sneered and flicked the cigarette butt at Jiang Xingnan’s feet. “Throw it in the trash.”

Jiang Xingnan bent down gently, used the opportunity to dispose of the trash, and walked out of the suffocating room to get some fresh air.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

Sang Qi asked, “Who is it?”

Si Mingchen: “Come out, I need to talk to you.”

Si Mingchen’s visit surprised Sang Qi.

He didn’t expect that after so many years, Si Mingchen still remembered what Wen Zhi said in the auditorium.

Sang Qi’s voice was lazy, “I’m already asleep with Xingnan. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Si Mingchen, standing outside the door, didn’t plan to give Sang Qi a chance to delay. “I’ll say it one last time, come out immediately.”

Sang Qi no longer paid attention and said, “Do as you wish.”

With a loud “bang,” a hole was kicked through the crude wooden door. The old door swayed and creaked.

Sang Qi immediately got up and said, “Si Mingchen, have you gone mad? No matter what, I’m still your cousin.”

Si Mingchen’s face turned extremely grim, his gloomy eyes were terrifyingly cold as he stared fixedly at Sang Qi.

Sang Qi got off the bed, put on his coat, and smiled faintly. “It’s so late. What do you want from me?”

Si Mingchen had a stern expression. “Sang Qi, Wen Zhi never confessed to you back then.”

Sang Qi pretended not to understand. “What do you mean? I didn’t understand a word you just said.”

Si Mingchen’s expression turned icy. “Since Wen Zhi didn’t confess to you, then what you said to me before I went abroad was a lie.”

Sang Qi still maintained a smile. “Cousin, it seems that after all these years, you still hold a grudge against me and Wen Zhi’s past relationship. Why bother? You and Wen Zhi have been married for four years, after all.”

Sang Qi’s words suddenly came to a halt as he looked quietly behind Si Mingchen. “Are you worried about me, or do you not trust Wen Zhi? Or do you suspect that the two of us are still entangled?”

Si Mingchen suddenly sneered. “Entangled? What I’m suspecting now is that there were hidden circumstances behind Wen Zhi’s rejection of my confession, and you took advantage of it. Whether Wen Zhi ever loved you is still uncertain.”

Sang Qi’s tightly clenched fist suddenly relaxed. “If thinking this way can make you feel better, then go ahead and think that way.”

Si Mingchen had long been accustomed to Sang Qi’s tactics and spoke bluntly, “If deluding yourself and others can make you, this loser, immerse yourself in your self-created fantasy, then you can continue.”

Sang Qi’s expression darkened. “Who are you calling a loser?”

Si Mingchen replied, “Who it is, we both know.”

Sang Qi suddenly laughed. “Mingchen, you are aware that Wen Zhi has amnesia now. Uncle Wen showed me Wen Zhi’s medical records, and the doctor stated that during Wen Zhi’s amnesia, there may be confusion and emotional displacement. Aren’t you afraid that Wen Zhi’s current affection for you is misplaced? After all, it’s a fact that Wen Zhi and I were in a relationship, while you have merely been given a love that I didn’t want from the beginning.”

With a “thud,” Sang Qi fell to the ground.

Jiang Xingnan, who was behind Si Mingchen, looked panicked and quickly ran to stand in front of Sang Qi, preventing Si Mingchen from attacking again.

Sang Qi spat out blood-stained saliva with a smug expression. “Did I hit a sore spot? The past between Wen Zhi and me is real and can never be erased.”

Si Mingchen calmly walked up beside him, his gaze fixed on Sang Qi, “Whether Wen Zhi likes me or not, I know in my heart. It’s not for you to question. Your true colors have already been exposed, so be careful to hide them. If I find any clues, you won’t have a good ending.”

Finally, Si Mingchen glanced at Jiang Xingnan, who was protecting Sang Qi, and quickly left.