I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

‘Possessiveness’

The atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse.

Sang Qi looked lazily at Si Mingchen’s solemn expression and suddenly laughed out loud: “Mingchen, I wasn’t planning to do anything. You’re just being too cautious and not trusting me.”

Si Mingchen’s face was expressionless: “It’s best that way.”

Sang Qi took out a cigarette and offered it to Si Mingchen, but he refused: “Wen Zhi doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes.”

Sang Qi took it back and lit the cigarette: “Mingchen, how are you so sure that Wen Zhi likes you? If I’m not mistaken, your marriage hasn’t been very harmonious over the years.”

Si Mingchen’s face darkened: “I don’t know where you heard those gossips, and I can’t believe that you believe in such things. No wonder my cousin’s company often has to face major decision-making problems.”

The mention of the company had touched Sang Qi’s nerves.

The fact that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen were not on good terms in their marriage was a foregone conclusion, otherwise he wouldn’t have heard from Si Mingchen’s best friend that Wen Zhi couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Sang Qi exhaled his cigarette, suppressing his displeasure, his face warm: “I heard from Uncle Wen not long ago. It is said that a month ago, there were some internal movements within Sisheng, and many people were spreading rumors that you and Wen Zhi were getting divorced. It seems that your cooperation with the Wen family has indeed been affected.”

Si Mingchen asked, “Are the rumours still going around?”

Sang Qi: “The story of you and Wen Zhi’s participation in the variety show was a big deal, and everyone in the circle knew about it.

Si Mingchen looked at him coldly: “Since the rumours are no longer circulating, don’t you think it’s superfluous for you to talk such nonsense here?”

Sang Qi: “Cousin, why do you always talk to me harshly?”

Si Mingchen looked at him directly, “Do you need me to name the reason why you are here at this variety show?”

Sang Qi smiled, “Mingchen, I joined the show because Xingnan complained that I didn’t spend enough time with him and he also wanted to be open about our relationship. After the show is over, we can tell the public that we have fallen in love during the show and it will have less impact on him.”

For so many years, Sang Qi had always had people around him, but he had never had a publicly acknowledged boyfriend.

Si Mingchen looked at him coldly, “It better be.”

After saying that, he did not want to dally with Sang Qi too much and lifted his leg to leave.

Left alone, Sang Qi stared at Si Mingchen’s figure disappearing and pondered. He noticed that his cousin seemed to be more articulate than before. Two years ago, when he and Si Mingchen met abroad, whenever Wen Zhi was mentioned, Si Mingchen was always silent, with a hint of helplessness on his forehead. This situation made Sang Qi inexcplicably happy.

When he returned to the third floor, Jiang Xingnan was waiting for him.

Jiang Xingnan is 26 years old and was once a popular star in the entertainment industry. After winning a Best Actor award two years ago, he went abroad to stay with Sang Qi.

“Brother Qi, you’re back.”

Jiang Xingnan went over and took Sang Qi’s wrist, with a cautiously curt smile, “There are a total of 20 cameras in the house except for the bedroom, so we have to be careful what we say.”

Sang Qi responded indifferently, “Yes, I understand.”

Jiang Xingnan: “The water in the bathroom is ready.”

San Qi: “Okay.”

After taking a shower, Sang Qi was blow-drying his hair. Jiang Xingnan asked from the side, “Brother Qi, I remember you saying earlier that the Sisheng Group is no longer viable. A couple of days ago, I got together with my friends and heard them say that Sisheng is still doing well.”

Sang Qi smiled, “Of course, I have a capable younger cousin. His uncle abandoned him overseas to fend for himself during university, but he managed to reclaim the company when he grew up.”

Noticing Sang Qi’s strange attitude, Jiang Xingnan stopped talking about the matter, “Brother Qi, do you know Wen Zhi very well?”

Sang Qi looked at him, “Xiao Zhi grew up with me since we were kids. He’s very clingy and mischievous.”

Jiang Xingnan asked tentatively, “I can see that Wen Zhi is closer to Brother Qi. Which family’s young master is he?”

Sang Qi: “He is from my uncle’s family, a close family friend.”

Jiang Xingnan nodded gently and closed the curtains, “Brother Qi, you’ve had a long day, get some rest.”

Sang Qi lay back on the bed, “Massage my feet, I’m tired today.”

Jiang Xingnan obediently said, “Okay.”

Meanwhile, Wen Zhi was sitting in the dining room, waiting for Si Mingchen for a long time. He looked at the clock on the wall and wanted to call Si Mingchen, but realised that the two mobile phones prepared by the programme team were in the room and Si Mingchen did not have them with him.

The spaghetti smelled delicious and was carefully assembled in the shape of a love heart. Wen Zhi smelt it and couldn’t resist taking a bite.

At that moment, the door was opened and Si Mingchen came back to see Wen Zhi eating.

Wen Zhi put down his fork and muttered to himself, “Luckily the pasta isn’t cold, otherwise my Si Si darling would have a stomachache after eating it.”

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi and felt better: “If you are hungry, you can eat first.”

Wen Zhi turned his head and said in surprise, “Si Si is back.” He gave himself 90 points for this acting skill.

Si Mingchen looked away and walked forward, “Well, I had a chat with Sang Qi.”

Wen Zhi did not care about Sang Qi and pushed the plate towards Si Mingchen, gesturing over the spaghetti, “Look, I’ve rolled it into a heart shape.”

Si Mingchen lowered his eyes, “It looks beautiful.”

Wen Zhi rested his hands on his cheeks, recalling the sound of Si Mingchen calling him “baby” to him just now, and was unabashedly happy.

Indeed, Si Mingchen hadn’t eaten much today, and he was now feeling hungry. Wen Zhi’s pasta tasted good and he ate it all in a few minutes.

“Does your butt still hurt?”

Wen Zhi: “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Si Mingchen: “That’s good.”

The fatigue of the day had worn Si Mingchen out, and Wen Zhi followed him like a little bug. After noticing his bad mood, Wen Zhi didn’t make any more fuss and slept well at night, lying on one side alone with his little melon, without disturbing Si Mingchen.

There was only a hint of light in the dark bedroom and Si Mingchen opened his eyes to look at Wen Zhi: “Why are you holding the little meloy today and not me?”

Wen Zhi was surprised by Si Mingchen’s initiative. He then rolled into Si Mingchen’s arms, “Here I am.”

Si Mingchen laughed, wrapped his arms around Wen Zhi’s waist and squeezed him tightly into his arms.

Wen Zhi’s hair was very soft and comfortable to touch.

Si Mingchen rested his chin on Wen Zhi’s head and gently caressed it, as if his heavy heart was healed in an instant.

The little winter melon was lying alone, and while Wen Zhi was enjoying the warmth of the touch, he also put his own blanket over the little melon to prevent it from getting cold.

The next day, at dawn, all the guests were woken up by the sound of the programme’s loudspeaker, ready to start the recording for the day.

The netizens were very interested in the new CP. Although Jiang Xingnan was not as popular as before, he was still a young actor and his relationship with Sang Qi had become the focus of attention. Since early morning, everyone has been waiting for the show to start.

There was a competition today and each group of guests was given a team uniform. When it came to choosing the colour, Wen Zhi discussed with Si Mingchen, “Can we have blue ones?”

Si Mingchen: “Yes, as you wish.”

This small feeling of being pampered made Wen Zhi very happy, when Sang Qi’s voice came in, “Xiao Zhi, do you remember the sports day in your sophomore year? The team uniform looked exactly the same as this blue dress.”

Wen Zhi was very interested to hear Sang Qi talking about his college days, “Really?”

Sang Qi came over, “Well, I took a lot of pictures of you and I have them on my phone. So some time to come over and take a look.

Wen Zhi: “Okay, thanks Brother Sang Qi.”

Si Mingchen stood aside, looking at him coldly. He waited until Wen Zhi and Sang Qi had almost finished talking before he led Wen Zhi away to go to the changing room to change clothes.

He was so fast that Wen Zhi could not keep up. When they reached the changing room, Wen Zhi asked in a low voice, “Si Si, are you upset?”

He felt that the low pressure emanating from Si Mingchen was very similar to that of last night, faintly revealing his displeasure.

The narrow changing room itself was small, so Si Mingchen suddenly locked the door and turned to approach Wen Zhi, stopping in his tracks.

The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other’s breathing.

Si Mingchen lifted his hand and held Wen Zhi firmly in his arms, trying his best to hide his possessiveness: “I don’t like you talking to Sang Qi because I get jealous.”

The demon hidden deep inside his heart was finally revealed, and Si Mingchen lowered his eyes, worried that Wen Zhi would think he was being unreasonable.

Wen Zhi froze and opened his mouth to explain that he and Sang Qi were just friends, but when his face met Si Mingchen’s concerned look, he changed his mind and said, “Okay, I won’t hang out with him then.”

Si Mingchen was surprised by Wen Zhi’s quickness and seemed not to believe it, “You’re not going to hang out with him?”

Wen Zhi crossed his arms, “I can’t help it, I’m too attractive and my husband gets jealous easily. So, in order to put his mind at ease, I’m not playing with Sang Qi anymore.”

Si Mingchen suddenly laughed and looked at Wen Zhi’s slightly defensive appearance, feeling a sense of déjà vu reminiscent of a jealous elementary school student.

“I didn’t mean to forbid you from talking to other unfamiliar men. Only Sang Qi is off-limits,” Si Mingchen said.

Wen Zhi nodded, “Okay, I’ll spoil you.”

It was the first time that Si Mingchen had been “spoiled” and his voice was low: “Keep your word.”

Wen Zhi said solemnly, “Of course, I’ll keep my word.”

The agreement was reached and Si Mingchen was in a better mood. He picked out two clean blue team uniforms and went with Wen Zhi to the venue to wait.