I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Recording had already begun, and although Wen Zhi was still groggy, he knew that apart from his bedroom, the outside was covered with cameras.

The recording started at 8 o’clock, and the online audience for Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen’s live stream had already reached 6 million viewers. Today was also Saturday, so the heat was high.

Since yesterday, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen’s “CP” had already climbed to the top of the hot search list, and many netizens were discussing them.

Although it was made clear at the beginning of the show that the guests would be people from various fields and professions, Si Mingchen’s appearance as a business executive was still not in line with his status.

This is why the most talked about topic is the real reason why Si Mingchen is on the show.

The show’s team naturally didn’t bother with such doubts, and let the show run its course in order to generate buzz and discussion.

Another question that netizens were curious about was why Wen Zhi could partner with Si Mingchen as a “CP”.

Some netizens carefully sorted out that in the past five years since Wen Zhi’s debut, he had received good resources for films and dramas, but he was not popular.

In addition, when he attended some fashionable dinner parties, Wen Zhi’s attire was always the most expensive and difficult to borrow, which was not in line with his status in the industry.

[In my opinion, there must be a financial backer behind this. Wen Zhi has some resources, but hasn’t been very successful in the entertainment industry.]

[Wen Zhi is not bad looking, but he’s not popular, yet he’s been continuously promoted. We all understand what that means.]

[I guess Si Mingchen Si Mingchen joined the show to increase the influence of his company, and Wen Zhi was pushed into this opportunity by his financial backer. So the opportunity to form a CP with Si Mingchen fell on Wen Zhi’s head.]

[Wen Zhi’s financial backer is really generous. Isn’t he afraid that Wen Zhi will take advantage of the opportunity to get involved with Si Mingchen?”

[Uh, my friend is an employee of Sisheng Group, and according to him, it seems that Si Mingchen is already married.]

[Oh my, Si Mingchen probably participated in the variety show for the sake of his company, right? Since he appeared on the hot search yesterday, Si Sheng’s stock price has skyrocketed. In addition, the show was sponsored by a phone brand under Sisheng, and sales have surged.]

[How could someone like Si Mingchen get involved with Wen Zhi? He’s not someone who can be lured in by just anyone.]

[Yeah, you can tell from Si Mingchen’s attitude towards Wen Zhi on the show that he is very cold and distant.]

Qing Wan and the team always pay attention to the trend of online public opinion. Although there haven’t been any excessive comments so far, they still need to be vigilant in case their opponent suddenly buys a black hot search.

Meanwhile, those netizens who were deceived by the black fans out of curiosity are still watching Wen Zhi’s live broadcast, waiting to see their interaction.

In the restaurant, toast and bacon were already on the table, and the aroma of milk filled the air.

After brushing his teeth, Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen waiting for him to have breakfast and was in a good mood. He made a heart shape on his head with his arms.

“Good morning, Sisi.”

Si Mingchen’s fingers twitched slightly, it seemed that Wen Zhi’s anger from last night had dissipated, and his hanging heart gradually let go.

“I ordered the grapes you like, have a glass of hot milk first. I made the sandwich, try it.”

Wen Zhi nodded happily, then suddenly asked: “Did you make it all yourself?”

Si Mingchen: “Yes.”

Si Mingchen wouldn’t tell Wen Zhi that he got up early this morning to prepare breakfast for him just to avoid him being angry and ignoring him.

Wen Zhi picked up the sandwich and took a big bite, saying vaguely, “Delicious.”

Although Wen Zhi was thin, he was a big eater. Seeing that half of the sandwich was already gone, Si Mingchen got up and prepared another one for him.

In the kitchen, the bacon was being fried. Si Mingchen glanced back at Wen Zhi and smiled lightly.

Still with his carefree personality, he thought Wen Zhi would hold a grudge, but he didn’t expect that he would forget about it after sleeping for a night.

There were some failed products in the rubbish bin and Si Mingchen tied the plastic bag shut, not wanting Wen Zhi to see them.

[The two of them are getting along quite well.]

[What’s so good about it? Is Wen Zhi that eager to please Si Mingchen? That sandwich doesn’t even look good.]

[Yes, Wen Zhi’s acting is so fake.]

[Are there haters teaming up in the live chat?]

[I can’t believe it. Si Mingchen is willing to make breakfast for Wen Zhi, and Wen Zhi gives him the corresponding encouragement and emotional value. It’s obviously a sweet interaction, but they choose to interpret it maliciously.]

[Can Gu Chengfeng’s fans leave? We love to see Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen act, at least they have manners, but your Gu Chengfeng is a poker face, taking money and not doing anything.]

Soon, the sandwich that Si Ming Chen made was ready. Wen Zhi was very pleased and said, “Si Si is so thoughtful.”

Si Mingchen: “It’s milk-soaked oats, with nuts inside. Eat more.”

Wen Zhi smiled and said, “Okay.”

As he bit into his sandwich, Wen Zhi felt that his Sisi had been too kind to him and had spent a lot of time preparing this breakfast.

This was definitely a two-way love..

Looking at Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi always felt that he had forgotten something, but he was too full of happiness to think about anything else at the moment, and his only concern was Si Mingchen.

After breakfast, Wen Zhi was ready to wash the dishes, but he was not given the opportunity to do so in his four-storey suite, as the dishes, including the kitchen, would be attended to by someone.

Wen Zhi collapsed like a salted fish in the tea room.

Si Mingchen went to cut some fruits for him.

He wanted another hundred days like this.

The balcony in front of the tea room was connected to the bedroom, so Wen Zhi put his legs up and was ready to take a look.

The balcony in front of the tea room connects to the bedroom, so Wen Zhi puts away his legs, ready to go over and take a look.

As soon as he entered the balcony, the sun was shining on the upper part of it, and the many roses and plants inside were beautiful.

Wen Zhi turned around and listened to the busy movement of Si Mingchen in the kitchen, and planned to pick some and give them to him.

There were many different kinds of roses here, and it was obvious that they had been carefully cared for, so Wen Zhi hesitated before picking them: “Can I pick ten roses here?” He looked to the live camera to seek permission from the programme team.

The editorial director responded, “Yes.”

With permission, Wen Zhi began to pick the roses. He was a talkative person and would relieve his boredom when doing things.

“These roses have long, thin stems with small thorns on the upper side.”

“This type of rose is a foreign variety, and after our own cultivation, its ability to withstand the cold has improved significantly.”

“I wonder if Sisi will be moved to tears when he sees my bouquet of roses.”

Wen Zhi had learned flower arrangement and there were some tools in the tea room that could assist him in creating a floral arrangement.

In a short while, he had already picked nine roses, with only one left.

He was torn between choosing a long-lasting symbolism or perfection symbolism.

In the end, he decided to pick one more rose to make up the whole.

As he looked around, the only rose on the entire balcony that looked most beautiful was in the corner, and Wen Zhi stepped into the gap between the plants, preparing to walk over and pick it.

There were many plants here, dense and packed closely together, and Wen Zhi was worried about accidentally stepping on and breaking a flowerpot, so he moved very carefully.

But when he was about to reach the desired rose, he didn’t notice the water stains under his feet. The friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground decreased, causing his body to lose balance. With a “thud” sound, the balcony echoed with Wen Zhi’s painful cry.

The viewers in the live broadcast witnessed this scene, some laughed, some took the opportunity to mock Wen Zhi for being clumsy. But most of them were worried about whether he was hurt.

Wen Zhi rubbed his head and sat up, holding back the pain, lest he should invite Si Mingchen to see him in an awkward state.

The director’s team saw this scene and quickly asked through the equipment, “Do you need help?”

Wen Zhi shook his head and staggered up, “No, it’s just that the two flower pots are broken, I’m sorry.”

The director’s team replied, “No problem, safety is the most important thing.”

[How painful that fall must have been].

[What a little cutie, apologising to others first after falling down and damaging the plants.]

[Wen Zhi is so cute, it hurts me to see him.]

[Why didn’t he call for Si Mingchen to come over and help him?He should find someone to support him quickly.]

When Wen Zhi came out from the balcony with the rose in his arms, Si Mingchen was walking with fruit in his hands.

Seeing that Wen Zhi was not walking properly, he quickly stepped forward: “What’s wrong?”

Wen Zhi whispered, “Nothing.”

Si Mingchen looked at the rose in his arms, “What were you doing on the balcony?”

Wen Zhi buried his head: “Picking roses.”

He thought Si Mingchen would make fun of him for being clumsy.

Si Mingchen casually scanned the pots of flowers and plants on the balcony and asked him with a frown, “Did you fall down?”

Wen Zhi pretended not to care and said, “Yes, I fell down, but I’m fine.”

Si Mingchen walked towards the balcony and found that the broken plants were succulent plants and then walked towards Wen Zhi with long legs, “Are you hurt somewhere?”

Wen Zhi hurriedly shook his head, “No.”

Although the succulent plants are beautiful, they have tiny thorns all over their surfaces, which is very dangerous.

Wen Zhi had just fallen and might have touched them.

Feeling worried, Si Mingchen holds Wen Zhi’s hand and intends to take him to the bright hall for a check-up.

He was afraid Wen Zhi might get pricked by the thorns or that they might stick to his pants, and he had no idea what to do about it.

Wen Zhi walks along with Si Mingchen, but his steps noticeably slow down, and he doesn’t feel well.

Si Mingchen’s always calm face was filled with anxiety and seriousness that had never been seen before: “Where exactly did you get hurt, tell me quickly?”

Wen Zhi lowers his eyes and glances at the live broadcast camera, preparing to pass it off. “I’m not hurt. I just didn’t react quickly enough earlier.”

Si Mingchen’s pitch-black eyes stared at him for a moment before he put on his coat. “Come on, I’ll take you to see a doctor.”

“I don’t want to go.” Wen Zhi was very resistant, his eyebrows showing a bit of grievance, and even his voice trembling with tears. “I’m fine.”

In the four years of their marriage, Si Mingchen had never seen Wen Zhi like this before, so he didn’t know how to coax him.

[Wen Wen, what happened? It seems like you are really hurt.]

[Why didn’t you go to see the doctor?]

[But you can walk and everything. Is it just because you feel embarrassed?]

“It’s fine if you don’t go, but you have to tell me if you got pricked by the thorns because I am really worried,”

Si Mingchen pulled Wen Zhi closer and looked into his eyes.

Wen Zhi responded softly, “Mm.”

Si Mingchen: “Then let’s go back to the room and I’ll see how to handle it, okay?”

Wen Zhi nodded: “Okay.”

Entering the bedroom meant that the camera was no longer following them. Si Mingchen switched the light to the brightest mode and took out the first aid kit to prepare for disinfection: “Wen Wen, where exactly did you get pricked?”

For the first time, Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen’s gentle side and gradually let down his guard, raising both hands in response.

Suddenly, the waistband of Wen Zhi’s pants was loosened.

Immediately afterwards, his pants and underwear fell to the ground with a rustle.

Wen Zhi turned around slowly and knelt on the edge of the bed with his back facing Si Mingchen. The hem of his shirt gradually slipped down to the front as he lay on the bed, revealing a small part of his slim waist.

Wen Zhi lifted his round and shapely buttocks, and his voice sounded a hint of embarrassment: “It’s here.”