I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

9-12 minutes 11.06.2023

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

‘Banter‘

In the silent night, Si Mingchen appeared somewhat silent, seemingly stumped by Wen Zhi’s pressing question.

Wen Zhi looked at him urgently and asked, “Where is it?”

Si Mingchen replied, “It’s at home.”

Leaning against Si Mingchen’s shoulder, Wen Zhi was clearly convinced and said, “We’ll be going back home tomorrow. Remember to bring it to me.”

Si Mingchen nodded and said, “Okay.”

Of the three reasons he had just given, Si Mingchen had only one left to explain.

Wen Zhi guessed that Si Mingchen was probably reluctant to tell him because of the divorce agreement they had signed.

“I—”

“You—”

They both spoke at the same time.

Si Mingchen explained, “Your father’s situation is very complicated, but I assure you, I’ve treated your family as my own these years and have no other intentions.”

Wen Zhi said, “Hmm, I believe you.”

It was a surprise to Si Mingchen how quickly a crisis of trust was resolved. He thought that at Wen Zhi’s current level of maturity, it would take him a long time to convince him to trust him.

Back in the room, both of them were freezing cold. Wen Zhi clung to Si Mingchen as if he didn’t want to let go.

Si Mingchen glanced at the scattered suitcases on the floor, then placed Wen Zhi on the bed and knelt down to help him take off his shoes.

“I thought you had run away from home.”

Just now, Si Mingchen had a restless sleep, feeling like something was missing by his side. When he forced himself to open his eyes, still under the influence of the medication, he discovered that Wen Zhi was gone. Seeing the suitcase on the floor, he became even more convinced that Wen Zhi had run away.

Wen Zhi felt a little embarrassed, hung his head guiltily and said, “I didn’t run away from home. Only kids do that kind of thing.”

Si Mingchen brought a warm towel to wipe his cheeks and hands, “Go to sleep, you have a recording session tomorrow.”

Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen and took his hand, “Where are you going? Don’t you want to go to bed?”

Si Mingchen turned back and said, “I’m going to answer an email, you go to sleep first.”

Before he left, he hesitantly looked back: “Did Sang Qi tell you all these things today?”

Wen Zhi looked out of the window sheepishly, remembering that he had promised Sang Qi not to tell Si Mingchen.

Si Mingchen thought Wen Zhi had concerns. He said in a low voice, “We are one, that’s what you said, remember?”

Indeed, this sentence had an effect on Wen Zhi. His expression flickered, he didn’t want to tell the truth, so he said, “A man named Sang, and my dad told me.”

Si Mingchen patted Wen Zhi’s head. “Go to sleep.”

After settling Wen Zhi, Si Mingchen walked into the study. He accessed his email contacts and sent a message to Jiang Chengshu, urgently requesting him to make a new pair of diamond rings.

At this time, Jiang Chengshu was asleep and wouldn’t see his message until tomorrow.

Si Mingchen sighed, still unsure of the reason he could give Wen Zhi to make him wait a few more days for the ring.

He wondered if he should tell Wen Zhi that they had already signed the divorce agreement.

If Wen Zhi found out, would he ask for the reasons behind the divorce? How should he answer then? Should he simply say that Wen Zhi doesn’t love him and loves Sang Qi?

At the mention of Sang Qi, Si Mingchen’s anger and disgust instantly flared up from the bottom of his heart.

He wasn’t quite sure about Sang Qi’s motive tonight. Was it because Wen Zhi had developed better feelings towards him, and jealousy had taken hold? Or was it due to other reasons? Why did Wen Qishan align with Sang Qi and undermine the cooperative relationship between Sisheng and the Wen family over the years?

Si Mingchen had a feeling that Sang Qi’s hostility towards him didn’t solely come from Wen Zhi, but there were other factors at play.

It was said that after Wen Zhi rejected Si Mingchen’s confession, he officially started dating Sang Qi after graduating from high school.

If they were officially dating, then there should have been many pictures of the two of them in the photos Sang Qi had prepared. Did Wen Zhi see them and not react? Or did he not have time to look at them?

Si Mingchen got up and quietly walked into the bedroom.

Wen Zhi’s coat was hanging on the rack, and he easily found the USB drive in the left pocket.

Taking a glance at Wen Zhi, who was peacefully asleep while hugging the little winter melon, Si Mingchen closed the door securely before leaving.

Si Mingchen inserted the USB drive into the computer and stared intently at the screen, mentally preparing himself.

When he opened the photo album, he found that most of the pictures inside were solo shots of Wen Zhi, occasionally with group photos of Wen Zhi with classmates or friends.

There were a total of 1200 photos, but only 10 of them featured Sang Qi. And in these 10 photos, Sang Qi’s interactions with Wen Zhi were no different from those with ordinary friends.

Si Mingchen rested his head on the chair, unable to grasp Sang Qi’s motives. Did he show these photos to Wen Zhi simply to jog his memory, or was there another ulterior motive?

Si Mingchen had seen a photo of Sang Qi with Wen Zhi six years ago.

It was during the university’s anniversary celebration, and Wen Zhi had a performance on stage playing the harp. In the nine photos Sang Qi posted on his social media, although they weren’t very intimate, there were roses and a diamond ring on the dinner table.

Someone in the comments asked if Sang Qi was proposing, and Sang Qi replied with an excited expression.

So, did Sang Qi’s proposal fail? Or, as rumored, did Sang Qi have to go abroad for the family business and cruelly break up with Wen Zhi?

Si Mingchen knew very little about Wen Zhi’s life during the years they were apart. He mostly relied on information from Sang Qi and their mutual friends. Wen Zhi had blocked him on QQ, and he never added him on WeChat when it became popular.

It was now 2 a.m., and Si Mingchen had no sleepiness at all. With a mindset of giving it a try, he logged into QQ.

Having not logged in for nearly ten years, a lot of information flashed before his eyes.

He quickly skimmed through, but there was no news about Wen Zhi.

Since the unfriending back then was one-sided, his friend list still included Wen Zhi.

He clicked on Wen Zhi’s avatar, which was a chubby little bird, probably a pet owned by Wen Qishan.

Wen Zhi had always loved small animals since childhood and used to drag Si Mingchen to feed stray cats and dogs during high school.

Every time Wen Zhi got dirty all over, he was scolded by Wen Qishan at home.

When Si Mingchen clicked the mouse, he inadvertently clicked on Wen Zhi’s profile. He found out that even though they were not friends, he could still enter Wen Zhi’s profile.

The “Updates” section was basically filled with trivia about Wen Zhi’s university days, such as winning first place in a speech contest and the Outstanding Contribution Award at the Art Festival.

These “Updates” are very detailed, but there was hardly any mention of Sang Qi.

If they were in a relationship during college, how could Sang Qi be absent from their daily lives?

Si Mingchen clicked on Wen Zhi’s photo album collection and discovered that there was one album that was locked, with a string of nonsensical characters as the title: “莪怺逺的朂嬡.”

It was created six years ago, which was Wen Zhi’s sophomore year. The album had a password, and Si Mingchen tried three times but couldn’t open it.

On the last attempt, he entered his own birthday, but it still didn’t open.

This made him more and more curious about this album.

What could be inside that made sophomore-year Wen Zhi name it like that?

At this moment, the phone provided by the program team lit up, and Jiang Chengshu replied with a text message: “If it’s Mingchen, send me an email.”

Jiang Chengshu didn’t recognize the program team’s number, so it was normal to be cautious.

Soon, Si Mingchen called Jiang Chengshu.

Jiang Chengshu: “Making a new pair of rings is possible, but it will take many days. Did you lose your ring?”

Si Mingchen: “Something happened.”

Jiang Chengshu: “Should I make only yours or both yours and little Wen’s rings?”

Si Mingchen: “Both.”

Jiang Chengshu jokes, “You’re really something, you can lose such an important thing.”

Si Mingchen laughed: “I’m to blame for this, now Wen Zhi is in a hurry to wear it, I’m a bit helpless.”

Jiang Chengshu: “Don’t worry, I’ll do it as soon as possible.”

Si Mingchen: “I’m sorry to bother you so late. I’ll invite you to dinner with Wen Zhi some other time.”

Jiang Chengshu: “It’s okay, I’m also having trouble sleeping. I woke up suddenly.”

Si Mingchen: “If you have trouble sleeping, I have some tea specially made by a doctor for me. I’ll send some over another day.”

Jiang Xianshu: “Alright, bye.”

The two exchanged a few words, and Si Mingchen hung up the phone.

Closing his computer, he was about to go to sleep when he was startled by Wen Zhi standing at the door.

Wen Zhi had clearly just woken up, with disheveled hair.

Si Mingchen immediately walked up to him and asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”

Wen Zhi’s tone was mellow, and his response was a bit slow, “Who were you calling?”

Afraid of him misunderstanding, Si Mingchen explained, “There was an urgent matter, so I asked a friend for help.”

Wen Zhi nodded, “Let’s go to sleep then.”

Si Mingchen agreed, “Okay.”

There were still a few hours before dawn, so Si Mingchen lay beside Wen Zhi and fell into a peaceful sleep.