I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 26.2

The truth about the confession back then. Pt.2

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

The next day, the two of them flew south to continue recording.

The recording rules were the same as before, and Wen Zhi could continue using the cash rewards he had earned.

Although the filming location had changed, the format remained the same. After the guests arrived in a small town in the south, a day of activities would commence, followed by voting to allocate the floors based on the vote count.

Inside the luxurious wooden inn, Wen Zhi quietly went up to the fourth floor and was delighted with what he saw.

He and Si Mingchen had never experienced the highest level of accommodation, so they didn’t know if they would be able to stay there.

After observing the fourth floor, Wen Zhi secretly went down to the first floor. He noticed that the program team had gone even further this time, with significant differences between each floor.

The bedroom on the first floor didn’t have a regular bed, not even a traditional heated brick bed. It was simply a temporary sleeping area made of stone.

Wen Zhi gasped, thinking that if he and Si Mingchen had to stay here for a week, it would be truly miserable. Although he could accept living together with his Si Si anywhere, he would gladly choose a better place if given the opportunity.

The live broadcast room at this moment was filled with excitement. Just a week after the variety show ended, Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi’s relationship had become the hot topic that the audience eagerly anticipated.

Wen Zhi was about to go downstairs to inform Si Mingchen about the situation on the upper floor when he was suddenly intercepted by a masked person in black who handed him a mission card.

The mission card read:Make the other person confess their love and say “I love you” in person. This will be considered a victory and will add 500,000 votes. (This mission can only be known by the person themselves. If others find out about the mission, it will be considered a failure.)

Wen Zhi eagerly stopped the masked person and asked, “Really? If I complete the mission, I’ll be rewarded with 500,000 votes?

The masked person nodded and said, “Good luck.”

As Wen Zhi descended the stairs, all the guests were already seated. Sang Qi and Jiang Xingnan, holding hands, greeted Wen Zhi, “Wen Zhi, good morning.”

Wen Zhi simply nodded and sat next to Si Mingchen, pondering how to complete the mission.

He thought that if he received the mission, others might have as well, and they would all receive the same 500,000 vote bonus. They didn’t have a significant advantage.

But if they didn’t receive the bonus, the consequences would be dire.

The cameras were already rolling, and the production team explained today’s mission to everyone. Rather than calling it a mission, it was more like ordinary leisure activities.

After receiving 100 yuan in cash, each person could freely choose their date location and had to return before it got dark.

Wen Zhi took the money and explained the situation to Si Mingchen, reminding him that they should not end up in last place.

Si Mingchen nodded and said, “Okay.” Then they started choosing their date location.

There were four options: boating on the lake, enjoying tea and scenery, making lotus leaf pastries, and watching a pingtan performance.

Si Mingchen asked Wen Zhi, “Where do you want to go?”

Wen Zhi replied, “Let’s go listen to the pingtan performance.”

Si Mingchen nodded, held Wen Zhi’s hand, and prepared to leave.

At that moment, Sang Qi called out to them, “Mingchen,…”

Si Mingchen asked in return, “Where are you going?”

Sang Qi: “We haven’t decided yet. How about we go together?”

Jiang Xingnan held Sang Qi’s hand, looking somewhat disappointed. He didn’t want to be grouped with Wen Zhi and the others; he just wanted to spend time alone with Sang Qi.

“Brother tSang Qi, I want to taste the lotus flower pastry. Can we go together?” Jiang Xingnan asked.

Sang Qi pretended not to hear clearly and suggested, “It seems like Xiao Zhi and the others want to listen to the Pingtan performance. Let’s go together.”

Jiang Xingnan didn’t say anything this time, lowering his gaze.

[Sang Qi is always chasing after President Si and Wen Wen.]

[OMG, I have a ridiculous thought! Could it be that Sang Qi likes President Si? I always feel that his gaze towards him is different, like there’s some kind of resentment.]

[No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.]

[No way, no way, Jiang Xingnan is so pitiful! His own boyfriend actually has a secret crush.]

[Is it possible… that Sang Qi likes Wen Zhi?].]

On the way, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen almost treated Sang Qi as if he didn’t exist. They took a water route, and Wen Zhi showcased his money-spending ability, sitting on a small boat with Si Mingchen.

Others only had 200 yuan, but Wen Zhi was now a little rich man with a total of 1,000 yuan in his savings.

“Old man, we want the most expensive tea,” Wen Zhi said.

Looking at Sang Qi on the shore from a distance, Wen Zhi felt inexplicably pleased and started showing off.

The boat they were riding was relatively large, belonging to a more luxurious category, and cost 200 yuan per ride.

The old man asked, “The most expensive one costs 200 yuan per tael. I’ll brew a pot of tea for you.”

Wen Zhi hesitated and put away his wallet, slipping it into his pocket. “The 20 yuan tael tea will do. Thank you.”

Si Mingchen rested his arm on the tea table, silently observing the change in Wen Zhi’s expression. Then he poured a cup of hot tea for Wen Zhi.

Si Mingchen rested his arm on the tea table, silently observing the change in Wen Zhi’s expression. Then he poured a cup of hot tea for Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi took a sniff and found the aroma delightful. “Si Si, give it a taste. If it doesn’t suit your taste, we can buy another one.”

Si Mingchen took a sip and replied, “It’s very fragrant.”

[I feel that the way Mingchen looks at Wen Zhi is different. There’s a hint of indulgence, like that of a doting boss.]

[The tea costs 20 yuan a tael, is President Si used to drinking it?]

[Wen Wen is really stingy. He has so much money but only buys a 40-yuan pot of tea for President Si.]

[Sisters, I just came from Sang Qi and Jiang Xingnan. How should I put it… the way they interact is really not sweet at all, it’s a world of difference compared to Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen.]

Arriving at the venue to listen to the Pingtan performance, the place had already been booked by the production team and was very quiet inside.

Wen Zhi didn’t forget about his mission and looked for opportunities to make Si Mingchen confess. He only realized now that the difficulty level of this task was like hell. After spending these days with Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi had already figured out his personality. Getting Si Mingchen to say “I love you” proactively was almost impossible.

So Wen Zhi kept using his clever little brain to come up with a solution.

Inside the venue, there were different packages available, ranging from expensive to cheap. The cheapest package didn’t include any tea or snacks, only the ticket, and cost 90 yuan.

The slightly more upscale package included various Su-style dim sum and cost 180 yuan.

Si Mingchen knew that Wen Zhi enjoyed good food but also noticed that he was conscious of spending money. Therefore, he suggested, “Let’s order one 90-yuan package and one 180-yuan package, and we can share the dim sum.”

Wen Zhi immediately nodded his head, indicating his agreement.

The Suzhou style of Pingtan was famous for its folk music, and listening to it live was a folkloric experience and a treat.

Before the actors appeared on stage, Wen Zhi spent a long time in the restroom. When he returned, the second performer had already sung half of the performance.

Seeing the delicately arranged dim sum on six small plates untouched, Wen Zhi asked Si Mingchen, “Why aren’t you eating?”

Si Mingchen: “I was waiting for you.”

Wen Zhi smiled: “There are so many, there is no need to wait for me.”

Si Mingchen did not say anything and took Wen Zhi’s hand.

“I thought you got lost in the restroom.”

Wen Zhi giggled, “I ate too much on the plane.”

Taking advantage of their conversation, Wen Zhi suddenly sighed, “SiSi, listen to how well she sings.”

Si Mingchen: “Hmm.”

Wen Zhi forced himself to be melodramatic: “I really long for the love in this Pingtan performance. When the male lead confesses to the female lead, it was so touching to me.”

Si Mingchen didn’t quite understand: “This Pingtan is praising the beautiful scenery, what are you referring to?”

Wen Zhi slowly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, “I’m talking about the previous song.”

Si Mingchen did not say anything this time.

The last song was ‘Fonqhwang Hairpin‘.

A tragedy.

Did he yearn for that?

Wen Zhi quietly rested his head on Si Mingchen’s shoulder, feeling emotional all of a sudden, “Love is like quicksand, but if I could hear someone say ‘I love you’ to me, it would be worth dying for.”

Si Mingchen looked puzzled, not understanding why Wen Zhi was so emotional today.

[Ummm, what’s wrong with Wen Zhi? Did he pick up the wrong script.]

[Wen Zhi’s acting skills are a bit poor.]

[Is Wen Zhi implying that President Si should confess to him?]

[No way, do you think President Si is someone who can say ‘I love you’?]

At that moment, the door of the small venue was pushed open.

Sang Qi entered followed by Jiang Xingnan.

Wen Zhi looked back at Sang Qi and muttered impatiently, “Third wheel.”