I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

‘Second Night Watch’

Si Mingchen was stunned for a moment before avoiding eye contact. He then looked for the tools in the medicine box and prepared to pull out the thorn from Wen Zhi’s buttocks.

Wen Zhi had pale, cold skin that would turn red from even the slightest pressure.

Right now, the thorns on his buttocks were particularly noticeable, and the skin around them had become inflamed, much like a mosquito bite, in patches.

“Otherwise, I can take you to the hospital.”

When he heard Si Mingchen say this, Wen Zhi’s face was full of resistance. Shaking his two hips twice, “I don’t want the doctor to see me like this.”

Si Mingchen said helplessly, “But I’m not a doctor, and I’m worried I won’t be able to remove the thorns without hurting you.”

Wen Zhi weakly responded, “I don’t believe you.” He wouldn’t agree to exposing his butt to a stranger doctor anyway.

Si Mingchen had no choice but to try.

As Wen Zhi crouched on the bed, the thought of Si Mingchen staring at his own buttocks made him feel ashamed.

Especially when Si Mingchen’s hand touched him.

Although they were husbands, they hadn’t been intimate since Wen Zhi had lost his memory. It was strange to be so intimate suddenly, especially for the purpose of removing thorns.

Wen Zhi twisted the little melon’s head in annoyance and sighed.

He said, “The thorns of the succulent plants are not very long, and the ones on your buttocks are not particularly deep.

Wen Zhi pouted with a look of grievance, “Hmm.”

Putting on the disposable gloves, Si Mingchen sat beside Wen Zhi and picked up the tweezers and other tools, his eyes falling on his posture.

Wen Zhi’s face was pressed against the bed sheet, his eyes always on Si Mingchen. The strange posture made it hard for him not to think of some things they had done together in the sweaty nights.

“You don’t have to arch your back so high, you can relax a bit.” Si Mingchen said.

Wen Zhi said, “It’s okay, I can arch higher to make it easier for you.”

Si Mingchen’s tweezers trembled slightly as he turned his attention to the thorns of the plant and prepared to pull them out. He was ready to pull it out.

One, two…

Si Mingchen was able to remove some of the thorns without difficulty, except that every time his fingers touched Wen Zhi’s skin, he would inexplicably grunt and make strange noises.

“Be quiet.”

Si Mingchen let out a deep breath and found that the remaining two thorns were a bit tricky to reach.

Wen Zhi grunted, “If your butt got pricked by a thorn, you would also feel particularly painful.”

Si Mingchen laughed, “Be more careful next time.”

Wen Zhi: “I wouldn’t have gone to pick it if it weren’t for making a rose bouquet for you.”

Si Mingchen gently squeezed the prickly area with two fingers, and Wen Zhi winced, “It hurts, be gentle.”

Si Mingchen: “These two thorns are deeper, I need to push harder.”

Wen Zhi’s eyebrows twisted up, “Okay then.”

Si Mingchen looked at him with a miserable look and helped him to divert his attention, “Are the roses for me?”

Wen Zhi: “Well, they represent the perfect love between us.”

Si Mingchen’s movements were gentle as he said, “Thank you.”

Ten minutes later, the thorns were finally removed.

Si Mingchen then applied some more medicine to Wen Zhi and then advised him not to take a bath for the next two days.

Wen Zhi replied with a weak voice, then rolled over and lay on his back on the bed.

He didn’t feel the least bit awkward despite not wearing underwear, and even forgot about it.

Si Mingchen averted his gaze and put the quilt over him: “Can you get out of bed?”

Wen Zhi said seriously, “Your skills are pretty good, you didn’t make it difficult for me to get out of bed.”

Si Mingchen: “Talk properly.”

Wen Zhi’s innocent eyes: “I was talking nicely.”

After a quick clean-up, Wen Zhi slowly put on his pants and prepared to continue recording with Si Mingchen.

He looked at Si Mingchen, his shame fading away.

Before he left the room, Wen Zhi approached Si Mingchen, “Si Si, is my butt soft?”

Si Mingchen’s expression darkened: “Yes.”

The audience in the studio was still waiting for the two of them. As soon as Wen Zhi came out, he explained to the camera, “Sorry, I fell down earlier and got pricked by a few thorns, so Si Si took them out for me.”

[You got pricked by a thorn? This is serious, make sure to pull them all out. Did you get them all out?]

[Oh my God, where did he get pricked?]

[Did Si Mingchen help Wen Zhi to pull them out? I’m more concerned about where he got pricked.]

[Hehehe, pulling out thorns.]

After having some refreshments in the tea room, Wen Zhi felt a little better. At first, the pain wasn’t that noticeable when the thorns were just pulled out, but now the dense pain gradually came and he couldn’t sit still.

Si Mingchen noticed his discomfort and asked, “Do you want to lie down for a while?”

Wen Zhi’s face looked a bit pale: “Yes.”

Usually, Wen Zhi is always active and lively, but now that he is quiet, not only Si Mingchen, but even the netizens feel a bit uncomfortable.

Si Mingchen lifted his hand and placed it on Wen Zhi’s forehead, and found that he wasn’t running a fever, but for safety’s sake, he still called a doctor.

After listening to Si Mingchen’s brief description, the doctor did not ask to see Wen Zhi’s wound and simply prescribed some anti-inflammatory and external medication and then left.

After feeding Wen Zhi the medicine, he lay down on the tatami in the tea room while Si Mingchen looked after him.

Afraid that Wen Zhi would be lonely, Si Mingchen even brought him a little melon and let him hold it in his arms.

Wen Zhi took the opportunity to grab Si Mingchen’s hand, put his face in his palm and drifted off to sleep.

The touch of his eyelashes fluttering on his palm tickled Si Mingchen’s heart, and he held onto Wen Zhi without moving.

This afternoon, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen’s live broadcast was extraordinarily quiet, and many netizens had a certain change of heart towards Si Mingchen.

In fact, Si Mingchen is very gentle and attentive, unlike the CEO’s/President’s of other programmes, who are always in a demeanour, concerned about the impact and image of their actions, and expecting the team to follow their orders.

Many netizens said that Si Mingchen was a good fit for this variety show and that he had made a positive impact on the Sisheng Group.

The pain in the wound had miraculously disappeared by the time Wen Zhi woke up at night.

The director’s team announced that new guests have arrived and asked all guests to gather in the lobby as soon as possible.

Si Mingchen asked, “Do you need to take a leave of absence?”

Wen Zhi shook his head, “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

On the ground floor of the reception hall, all the guests had already come down and were seated around the sofa, with a sumptuous dinner in the center.

Wen Zhi whispered to Si Mingchen, “Looks like the new guest is a big one.”

Si Mingchen was not interested and was only concerned about whether Wen Zhi’s bottom still hurt.

The guests were sitting around the sofa, all looking towards the door.

The sound of leather shoes on the marble floor was heard, and the first guest to appear was the popular celebrity Jian Xingnan.

Gu Chengfeng was surprised for a moment to see Jiang Xingnan. Since winning the best actor award three years ago, Jiang has rarely been seen.

Rumour has it that he has found a super-rich second generation boyfriend and will soon marry into a rich family.

The barrage on the Internet exploded, and everyone was discussing this young and promising actor.

Anyone who forms a CP with him must have a good identity.

Wen Zhi looked at Jiang and felt very unfamiliar with him, but he also thought that Jiang was very good-looking, at least more pleasing to the eye than Gu Chengfeng.

He took a peek at Si Mingchen and found that he was also looking at Ginger Xingnan, but there was no other emotion in his eyes, which was in line with his usual demeanour.

He was about to speak to Si Mingchen quietly when another figure appeared at the door.

When this guest walked in, everyone was more interested in him because, apart from his profession and identity, the main thing was that this new guest was very handsome, tall and tall, and looked like a model from a distance, with a stable and mature temperament.

When he saw the new guest, Si Mingchen’s eyebrows gradually twisted up and an unexplained anger rose in his eyes.

He leaned against the sofa, his gaze like a chilly knife, exuding a low-pressure atmosphere.