I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 28.3

A Brand New Love/ A Fresh Romance pt.3

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

Five minutes later, the bruising on Wen Zhi’s leg had been mostly removed by Si Mingchen. Si Mingchen rinsed his mouth and had Wen Zhi lean against him again, helping him find a comfortable position.

Wen Zhi was very tired, and he didn’t know if the toxin had affected his brain or heart, but he felt weak.

Suddenly, he had the feeling that his time was running out.

The road was bumpy, and the cameraman turned the camera off after explaining the situation to the audience.

Wen Zhi whispered, “Si Si, there are a few things I want to tell you.”

Si Mingchen lowered his head, pinching Wen Zhi’s face, “Nonsense.”

Wen Zhi shook his head, “First, are the fish we just caught still there?”

Si Mingchen was amused by him. It was this time and he was still concerned about the basket of fish.

“They’re still there; Xie Jing and the others took them.”

Although taken away by Xie Jing, it can also be considered fatty water not flowing to outsiders' fields, which made Wen Zhi quite content.

“Second, I don’t have many assets. If something happens to me, share a third of it to my dad, and the rest can be all yours.”

This topic weighed heavily on Si Mingchen’s heart. Although he believed Wen Zhi would be fine, he still felt inexplicably anxious.

“Zhi Zhi, go to sleep. Once you wake up, everything will be fine.”

Wen Zhi shook his head, “In this lifetime, we weren’t destined to be together. If we have a chance in the next life, I will wait for you. Oh, by the way, we haven’t bought the alpaca yet. On New Year’s holidays, can you burn some villas and alpacas for me? And some dogs too, so that I won’t be lonely in the underworld.”

The assistant director suddenly sighed and rubbed his eyes.

Wen Zhi felt that he was done for.

“At my father’s place, the second drawer of my desk, there’s my diary and idol’s photos. Remember to burn those for me too.”

Si Mingchen gently covered Wen Zhi’s mouth with his hand, “If that snake is indeed venomous, neither of us can escape. So at that time, I’ll accompany you, and you won’t have to worry about being alone.”

Wen Zhi clasped his hands together and lightly tapped his forehead.

What Si Míngchen said was not reliable.

If something really happened, he would rather deal with it alone.

Otherwise, who will burn paper offerings for him!

Soon, Wen Zhi drifted off to sleep in the midst of his own sentimentality.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a rudimentary hospital room, with his leg raised high and an IV drip attached.

Si Mingchen’s voice came, “You’re awake.”

Wen Zhi’s bright eyes looked around, “Is this the underworld or the mortal world?”

Si Mingchen replied, “The underworld.”

Wen Zhi glanced outside, “You’re lying, how can there be sunlight in the underworld?”

Si Mingchen Shen smiled with exhaustion, “It seems you’re not that naive.”

Wen Zhi disdainfully replied, “If I were any naive again, I won’t be able to take it.”

Si Mingchen casually looked at Wen Zhi, then leaned closer, bringing his face near Wen Zhi, and playfully scraped the tip of his nose with his finger, “Seems like you have some self-awareness.”

Wen Zhi took the opportunity to bite Si Mingchen’s finger. His eyelashes trembled, and he mumbled unclearly, “The snake wasn’t venomous, right?”

Si Mingchen nodded, “Mm.”

Relieved, Wen Zhi found his phone and sent a WeChat message to Xie Jing, “Can you leave a fish for both of us? Thank you.”

Xie Jing replied, “No problem, we have all your big fish with us.”

Having made all the arrangements, Wen Zhi leaned against Si Mingchen, propped up his legs, and prepared to eat.

After a busy day, he caught a cold and was frightened. He hadn’t even had a mouthful of hot food.

Si Mingchen helped him open the boxed lunch and asked in a low voice, “By the way, what was the idol’s photo you asked me to burn for you in the car?”

Wen Zhi bit into a meat bun, “It’s Song Chengyu.”

Si Mingchen thought for a moment. In high school, Wen Zhi indeed had an idol from a popular idol group.

“He should be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight now.”

“No, he’s only thirty.”

Si Mingchen nodded thoughtfully and served Wen Zhi some food.

“He’s been developing in Hollywood now, and it seems like he even acted in a film with Jiang Xingnan. Jiang Xingnan’s award-winning work has both of them as male leads.”

Si Mingchen gave a light response and didn’t say anything else.

After finishing the IV drip, the production crew took Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi away.

In the car, Wen Zhi held Si Mingchen’s hand and whispered sweet words to him, “Si Si, thank you for sucking the blood for me.”

Si Mingchen: “You’re welcome.”

Wen Zhi leaned against Si Mingchen: “You are the most handsome person in the world, without a doubt. Especially when you lifted my leg just now, it was especially charming.”

The assistant director coughed violently twice.

Si Mingchen: “Be good, stop talking.”

Back at the inn, it was already two in the afternoon. According to the assistant director, there was a new group of guests today.

Wen Zhi asked, “Why is there another group?”

The assistant director, “Because we’re planning to play a game of swapping CP’s.”

Si Mingchen’s attention shifted over, “Swapping CP’s?”

The assistant director was quite proud, “Our current show needs a bit of excitement. So we came up with a new setting.”

Si Mingchen said indifferently, “It means that Wen Zhi and I might be separated.”

The assistant director suddenly realised that this game seemed to only affect Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi, as the others were fake couples anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“Eh, it’s not exactly swapping CPs, in fact, President Si and Wen Zhi are lucky. Maybe you’ll still end up together when they draw lots.”

Si Mingchen: “Are you guys planning with your feet?”

Assistant Director:”…” was speechless and embarrassed by the remark.

The three of them had already entered the room. Wen Zhi comforted Si Mingchen, “Si Si, don’t worry. Even if I become a temporary CP with someone else, my heart will always belong to—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the new guest in the room turned slowly.

Wen Zhi swallowed the last word he was about to say.

This is?

Song Chengyu?