I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

“No way?”

“No way?”

Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan said in unison.

“Logically speaking, with your husband’s physique, body shape, and developed athletic cells, it shouldn’t…” Qiao Juan’s voice grew softer as he spoke.

Wen Zhi, currently in a semi-drunk state, still had some rationality left. He glanced at Qiao Juan and mumbled softly, “How do you know that Si Mingchen has developed athletic cells?”

Qiao Juan gave him a glance, “Si Mingchen and Chen Yu often go to the gym. I’ve seen them.”

Wen Zhi’s reaction was a bit slow, “I don’t know why it’s not working. I wanted to suggest to Si Mingchen to go to the hospital for a check-up, but I’m afraid it might hurt his pride.”

Ming Yantang chuckled, and Qiao Juan raised his chin at him, “Yantang, based on your understanding of men, do you think Si Mingchen has a psychological problem or a physiological problem?”

Ming Yantang leisurely crossed his long legs, “How would I know? My boyfriends have always been very good at it.”

Wen Zhi felt like crying, “I don’t dislike him, but we can’t avoid seeking medical advice!”

Ming Yantang teased him, “Then try creating a romantic atmosphere, like lighting some incense or wearing sexy nightgowns.”

Wen Zhi: “I might as well just strip down to my underwear. Wouldn’t that be the sexiest?”

Inside the bedroom, the three of them were discussing back and forth, completely unaware of Si Mingchen standing outside the door.

Si Mingchen struggled to control his expression, but the bulging veins on his forehead still revealed his emotions.

Why did they have to talk about such matters so loudly? Weren’t they afraid that others wouldn’t hear?

Walking downstairs, Si Mingchen sat on the side of the sofa and poured a glass of water for himself to calm down.

At that moment, the housekeeper approached and asked, “Sir, since you’ve been drinking, would you like me to prepare a sobering soup for you?”

Si Mingchen asked calmly, “Did Wen Zhi drink a lot? Make a bit more then.”

The housekeeper nodded, “Yes. Young Master Wen took out two bottles of 45-year-old Romanée-Conti from your wine cellar to treat his friends.”

Si Mingchen was taken aback and casually took off his wristwatch, throwing it on the table, saying, “Understood.”

After a while, Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan came downstairs, followed by the incessant chatter of Wen Zhi.

At that moment, Si Mingchen turned around, and Wen Zhi noticed him immediately.

He hurriedly walked up the stairs, but due to his unsteady gait from being drunk, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a groan.

Si Mingchen furrowed his brow, went over, and helped Wen Zhi up, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Wen Zhi, in a clingy manner, spread his arms and said, “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

Si Mingchen naturally embraced him, rubbing his head, and said to Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan, “It’s dark now. Let the driver take you.”

Both of them had been drinking and didn’t refuse.

Before they left, Wen Zhi clung to Si Mingchen, making Ming Yantang take another look.

Ming Yantang said, “Tell Wen Zhi that I have a role in an international brand’s endorsement advertisement. Ask him if he wants to act in it.”

Si Mingchen: “Okay.”

When Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan got into the car, Qiao Juan wondered, “I have a feeling that they have gotten a little bit better in their relationship.”

Ming Yantang said, “Perhaps after losing his memory, he found the feeling of first love.”

The black luxury car slowly left, but Wen Zhi stood motionless at the door, unable to be moved by Si Mingchen’s pulling.

Si Mingchen helplessly rubbed his ear and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Zhi, with a slightly drunken gaze, said softly, “I want you to hold me.”

Si Mingchen laughed, wrapped his arms around Wen Zhi’s waist and picked him up: “How much wine did you drink?”

Wen Zhi hooked his arms around Si Mingchen’s neck and nuzzled his head against Si Mingchen’s neck. He replied, “Just a couple of sips.”

Si Mingchen laughed again and said, “Not promising.”

At that moment, the housekeeper arrived with a freshly cooked sobering soup and saw Si Mingchen holding Wen Zhi, his eyes twitching slightly. After placing the soup down, the housekeeper quickly left.

A few servants who were tidying up the living room saw this scene and whispered to each other as they left, “Since Young Master Wen had his car accident, he has become more and more affectionate with the master.”

“Yes, when I first came to this house, I almost thought they were in a sham marriage.”

In the living room, Wen Zhi, who was sitting next to Si Mingchen, gradually became dissatisfied and started to climb up Si Mingchen’s lap.

Si Mingchen stroked his back: “Stop fooling around and drink the sober soup.”

Wen Zhi sat on Si Mingchen’s lap and buried his head in his chest: “Si Si, I feel sick.”

Si Mingchen thought that he was not feeling well, so he hurriedly checked: “Where is it that you don’t feel well?”

Wen Zhi frowned and covered his chest, “My heart. I can’t tell you what I’m suffering from.”

Si Mingchen paused for a moment, instantly understanding what Wen Zhi was referring to, and the stifled feeling from earlier began to resurface.

“In that case, let’s not talk about it.”

Si Mingchen picked up the sobering soup and handed it to him, saying, “Once you finish drinking it, you won’t want to talk about it anymore.”

Wen Zhi was very obedient, and in his drunkenness, he thought it was a cure for his illness, so he poured it down with two gulps.

However, belatedly, he suddenly felt nauseous. “Husband.”

Si Mingchen furrowed his brow and asked, “Is it bitter?”

Wen Zhi had a strange expression on his face, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Si Mingchen patted his butt and then carried him upstairs, saying, “I don’t have the ability to make a guy pregnant.”

Wen Zhi silently wept on Si Mingchen’s shoulder.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with his husband!

Indeed, his husband had a problem!

Late at night, after taking a shower, Wen Zhi lay in bed, half asleep. The bedding next to him had a pleasant scent of mint. He cuddled his little winter melon plush toy and slept comfortably.

In the small living room next to the bedroom, Si Mingchen looked at the two bottles of alcohol on the floor and put them away.

He smiled and thought the little brat had some conscience, leaving him half a bottle.

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