I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 24.3

Cutting ties with Father Wen pt.3

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

Two days flew by.

Today, Wen Zhi had a fashion event and needed to go four hours in advance for styling.

The organizers are a magazine company ranking first among the top three major men’s magazines in China. The fashion event they host is always highly sought after, and many celebrities who don’t have enough status often have to pull strings to participate.

This fashion event was held by the seaside, and it was a bit chilly, but the Mediterranean-style runway was indeed beautiful. Every frame with the celebrities on it was like a fashion masterpiece.

Today, Wen Zhi was wearing the latest collection from Chanel, and it was the only time he proactively requested to borrow clothes from a brand before the fashion event.

Qing Wan was surprised, but didn’t think twice about it. After all, Wen Zhi is the apple of Sī Míng Chen’s eye, and he can effortlessly pull off any outfit.

“Sister Qing Wan, do I look good?”

Wen Zhi was extremely satisfied with his outfit and, in his own words, he looked like a prince out of a fairy tale, noble and pure.

Qing Wan, who has seen it all, has never seen a celebrity shamelessly praise themselves like this.

During the backstage break, Wen Zhi met an acquaintance.

Jiang Xingnan was standing next to his manager, listening to the argument between him and the brand.

The agent was very agitated and the volume of the argument was so loud that almost the whole building could hear it.

Qing Wan whispered to Wen Zhi, “It’s really a dog-eat-dog world. Jiang Xingnan was so popular at first, yet he had to choose to study abroad. Now, look at this, the entertainment industry is all about stepping on others while praising those above. Even the borrowed clothes don’t fit properly.”

Wen Zhi remembered that Sang Qi had said that he and Jiang Xingnan were friends. He wondered why Sang Qi didn’t help Jiang Xingnan, since they were good friends.

Jiang Xingnan’s manager gives up on arguing with the brand representatives and sighs, saying, “Well, just make do with whatever you can wear.”

Jiang Xingnan had a good temper: “It’s alright.”

Wen Zhi then went out to greet Jiang Xingnan: “Hello, I’m surprised to see you here.”

When Jiang Xingnan saw Wen Zhi, he was embarrassed for a moment, then nodded lightly, “Good evening.”

Wen Zhi tightly grips the handrail of the door and says with an effort, “Where is your dressing room? Do you want to come in and sit?”

Jiang Xingnan: “It’s next to yours.”

“Oh.” Wen Zhi said goodbye and quietly closed the door behind him. He always felt that Jiang Xingnan and Sang Qi had a strange relationship. It’s like they’re a couple, but they deny it.

Qingn Wan reminded him, “It’s time to go.”

After a moment, it was time for the invited celebrities to make their appearance. The celebrities who were specifically invited by the brand could walk up the runway and sign their names on the autograph board as a memento for the event.

Right in front of the runway was a live broadcasting machine that allowed online viewers to appreciate their favorite idols’ beauty from every angle.

As Wen Zhi was about to take the stage, he suddenly heard a familiar name being shouted out by the host.

He looked quickly and saw Si Mingchen at the bottom of the stage, dressed in formal attire.

Wen Zhi: “Why is Si Si here?”

While helping him to fix his clothes, Qing Wan said, “Didn’t you hear the host saying that Si CEO, as the main sponsor for the past five years, has been very supportive of the magazine company? So he was specially invited to attend the gala and present an award.”

Wen Zhi whispered, “No. All my attention was on Si Si’s long legs.”

Qing Wan rolled her eyes, “You’re something else.”

The host was a famous male artist, Jiang Cheng, who used to model in his early years and had a good temperament. Standing beside him, Si Mingchen’s straight waist proportions and superior face even set Jiang Cheng off as a passerby, completely making people unable to take their eyes off him.

[Ah, this is the true young master of a wealthy family! Elegant and Proud ah, ah, ah!]

[Indeed, more like a wealthy family than the ones in TV dramas.]

[I absolutely love this demeanor of Mr. Si. He has a touch of aloofness and coldness that sets him apart from ordinary celebrities.]

[Ah, why isn’t President Si a celebrity! I could stare at him every day!]

[By the way, have you noticed that President Si has been appearing more frequently in the public eye since he started participating in variety shows? I never knew that the chairman of the Sisheng Group was so young before.]

Si Mingchen was receiving his award, and after the male celebrity in charge of presenting the award handed him the trophy, he extended his arm in a gesture of wanting to hug him.

The act surprised the celebrities in the audience and was even accompanied by a round of applause.

[Oh my, so proactive?]

[Emm, it’s just an award ceremony, why are you making such a fuss?]

[The point is, does President Si even know who he is? It’s purely an attempt to cozy up to him.”]

[What I’m more interested in is, who is this person? What makes him qualified to be a presenter? The previous ones either had multiple awards or box office revenues of 10 billion.]

[Alas, Ah, he has always had good connections and someone supporting him.]

Qing Wan, seeing that Wen Zhi doesn’t know this person, explains to him, “This is a newcomer highly promoted by Mingxin Entertainment. He has a lot of roles and is quite opportunistic with a bad temper. I really don’t understand why the organizers let someone of his caliber present an award to President Si.”

Although Wen Zhi is not pleased, he still argues with reason, “If Si Si responds to his hug, it’s perfectly normal. Otherwise, he will be criticized for being impolite. If Si Si doesn’t respond, it must be out of consideration for my feelings, afraid that I would feel jealous.”

Qing Wan was speechless. “Other people have a CPU partner, but you, you’re a CPU yourself.”

Wen Zhi: “What does CPU mean?”

Qing Wan: “Go look up the meaning of ‘PUA‘ yourself.”

On the stage, Si Mingchen had already begun his acceptance speech. As Wen Zhi had predicted, Si Mingchen ignored the hug and merely shook the presenter’s hand for a brief moment.

“It seems your husband is considering your feelings.”

Wen Zhi crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, “But I’m still angry. He attended this event and didn’t even tell me.”

Qing Wan expresses surprise, “That’s true.”

When it was Wen Zhi’s turn to walk down the catwalk, he subconsciously looked at Si Mingchen’s seat.

Si Mingchen was looking at him with his glass of wine. Wen Zhi’s heart flutters with excitement, feeling the thrill of exchanging glances in a public setting.

Reluctantly, he averts his gaze and comes up with a hundred reasons for Si Mingchen to pamper him tonight.

He must be wearing this suit!

[Just now, who was Wen Zhi looking at?!]

[He was looking at President Si, there’s no doubt.]

[Hehe, does this count as romantic interaction?]

[Quick, look! President Si has been looking at Wen Zhi the whole time.]

[People are just letting their imaginations run wild. There’s a new star on the runway, of course, everyone would glance at them. Does it mean that Si Mingchen has fallen in love just because he looked at Wen Zhi.]

[Exactly, exactly.]

After signing his name, Wen Zhi had a brief chat with the host, but his gaze kept subtly scanning Si Mingchen.

At this moment, several more people suddenly gathered around Si Mingchen, and everyone was happily chatting with him.

Si Mingchen stood in the center, composed and dignified. His profile had a strong and perfect contour, and the wristwatch on his chest was made of blue gemstone material, emitting a faint light in the night.

Wen Zhi withdrew his gaze and once again marveled at his good choice of spouse. He earnestly answered the host’s question. When it was his turn to step down, he couldn’t help but think of Si Mingchen not informing him in advance about his participation in the event.

Although there was no real need to inform in advance, it would have been polite to mention it.

Wen Zhi couldn’t resist and turned his head to look at Si Mingchen’s seat.

At that moment, he realized the seat was already empty.

Unable to find Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi’s pace became faster and he was no longer restrained as he had left the main stage of the catwalk.

It was getting darker and darker, and the catwalk was gradually losing its main lights.

Suddenly, Wen Zhi missed a step, causing his body to lose balance and his footsteps to become erratic.

The nearby celebrities noticed the situation, but it was too late to step forward.

In an instant, the pain and embarrassment that Wen Zhi had imagined didn’t occur. His waist was suddenly supported by a warm hand, and he fell into a warm and broad embrace.

A familiar scent of mint wafted over.

Wen Zhi gently raised his head.

Si Mingchen’s voice was deep, with a hint of amusement, “Mr. Wen, be careful next time.”