I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 27.3

Explaining to each other pt.3

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

Watching Si Mingchen’s departing figure, Sang Qi wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, then struggled to stand up.

Jiang Xingnan looked at him dully, “You were in a relationship with Wen Zhi.”

Sang Qi replied irritably, “So what? Is that not allowed?”

Jiang Xingnan took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning red. “You only told me that you had a crush on Wen Zhi and treated Si Mingchen with care. But Si Mingchen used the time you were away to snatch Wen Zhi away from you.”

Sang Qi wiped his mouth. “Wasn’t what I said correct?”

Jiang Xingnan furrowed his brows. “But you didn’t tell me that you were actually together with Wen Zhi, and that you still loved him so much.”

Sang Qi smiled. “Those are all things of the past. Are they really that important?”

Jiang Xingnan said, “If they’re not important, then why do you care so much? Why would you even appear on this variety show with me, even exposing yourself? Is it because you genuinely want to accompany me, or is it solely to satisfy your intense desire for revenge and make Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi miserable?”

Sang Qi’s voice turned cold. “Jiang Xingnan, if you don’t want to be with me, we can break up immediately. You know, I hate all this messy entanglement.”

Jiang Xingnan didn’t speak again this time, but also didn’t stay in the bedroom and left Sang Qi alone.

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As soon as Si Mingchen opened the door upon returning, he was immediately embraced by Wen Zhi. Wen Zhi smelled pleasant and felt warm, instantly dispelling the coldness from Si Mingchen’s body.

Si Mingchen held Wen Zhi in his arms and lowered his head, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Wen Zhi chuckled, “I was waiting for you.”

Wen Zhi intended to hold Si Mingchen’s hand and enter the room, but suddenly noticed something unusual.

Si Mingchen’s right hand fingers were injured, with cuts and blood seeping out.

“What happened?”

Wen Zhi quickly took out the first aid kit and hurriedly prepared to dress Si Mingchen’s wound.

Si Mingchen reassured him, “Don’t worry, it’s just a minor injury.”

Wen Zhi clearly didn’t take those words to heart and continued to nervously disinfect and apply a band-aid to Si Mingchen’s wound.

Si Mingchen sat on the couch, quietly watching Wen Zhi.

From his perspective, Wen Zhi had long eyelashes that trembled slightly when he concentrated on something, and his lips were shaped like a flower.

The past four years of their marriage flooded Si Mingchen’s thoughts like a tide.

On the day they signed the divorce agreement, he felt that the years he spent with Wen Zhi were bittersweet almonds. Although there was a hint of sweetness, the lingering taste was mostly bitter.

He now somewhat regretted not bringing up Sang Qi’s matter with Wen Zhi before he lost his memory. That way, regardless of the truth, it would have given him some closure.

But at that time, he was always haunted by the unrequited love from his youth. The sensitive caution that had eroded his courage after being rejected further made him avoid the mention of the name “Sang Qi” like a venomous snake.

He thought that by not mentioning Sang Qi, he could pretend that none of those things had happened. However, in reality, those two words had become his inner demons. The deep-rooted insecurity made it impossible for him to dismiss them completely.

Now, Si Mingchen felt somewhat relieved.

Perhaps Sang Qi had started deceiving himself with the thought that Wen Zhi’s affection for him was a result of memory confusion and emotional misplacement.

It turned out that Sang Qi was genuinely afraid to face the fact that Wen Zhi truly loved Si Mingchen.

Perhaps all the nonsense Sang Qi had told him back then was nothing but a complete lie.

Si Mingchen suddenly let out a low laugh, mocking his own cowardice and endurance.

“Si Si, why are you laughing?”

Wen Zhi lifted his eyes, looking puzzled at him.

Si Mingchen embraced Wen Zhi tightly and confessed his long-standing inner demon. “A Zhi, I want to tell you something.”

Wen Zhi immediately put away the tools in his hands, prepared to listen attentively.

Si Mingchen tried to calm his voice and said, “Sang Qi told me that you and he were in a relationship.”

Wen Zhi immediately widened his eyes. “I was in a relationship with Sang Qi? How is that possible? I never liked him.”

Si Mingchen’s voice was very soft. “Yeah, I know.”

Wen Zhi finally understood why Si Mingchen always saw Sang Qi as a jealous rival. It turned out he had been keeping this matter in his heart.

“I swear, I—”

Wen Zhi couldn’t recall anything after high school, and just as he was about to swear, he felt a bit guilty.

“I would never be with Sang Qi. He’s so ugly, and I’m all about looks. Besides, I’m loyal to my love for you. How could I ever develop feelings for someone else?”

Si Mingchen smiled and held Wen Zhi in his arms again. “Yeah, I know.”

Wen Zhi was extremely angry at the fact that Sang Qi lied, with a slight frown on his forehead as he seemed to be contemplating something.

“He said we were in a relationship. Does he have any evidence? Does he know where I have a mole on my buttocks? Does he know about the birthmark on my stomach? Does he know—”

“Stop talking.” Si Mingchen’s voice carried a hint of complexity, lowered in tone. “It’s as if I don’t know any of those things you just mentioned.”

Wen Zhi responded, “Of course you wouldn’t know, because I don’t have any of those things.”

Si Mingchen suddenly found it amusing, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. “No wonder, otherwise I would have thought that the person I held in my arms every day for the past four years was someone else.”

The atmosphere between the two gradually became ambiguous, their breaths entwined and prolonged.

Unconsciously, Wen Zhi had already sat on Si Mingchen’s lap, his forehead against Si Mingchen’s chest, his Adam’s apple rolling quietly.

This should have been a moment of fluttering hearts and swirling emotions, but Wen Zhi was constantly disturbed by the matter involving Sang Qi, unable to find peace.

He couldn’t convince himself that he had actually been in a relationship with Sang Qi.

He hesitated and asked, “Si Si, what if, I mean what if, I really was in a relationship with Sang Qi? Would you despise me and stop loving me?”

Si Mingchen lightly flicked his forehead. “No, I wouldn’t.” Seeing Wen Zhi’s look of disbelief, he explained once again, “Sang Qi told me about this before we got married. If I minded, why would I marry you?”

Wen Zhi hesitated for a moment. “Then why aren’t you even a little jealous? Normally, you should feel jealous and angry, right?”

Si Mingchen replied, “Of course, I feel jealous. But compared to feeling jealous, angry, or bothered, the most important thing to me is that you chose to marry me. Everything else is insignificant compared to that.”

Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen’s gentle and calm eyes and his voice became softer and softer. “Then, after you returned to China, our family became more and more impoverished. The main reason you agreed to marry into our family was also because—”

Wen Zhi’s guess was about to come out.

“Because of you.”

At that moment, Wen Zhi’s fingers curled slightly as he gathered the courage to ask, “Si Si, if you love me so much, why did you agree to sign that divorce agreement?”