I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

‘LEAVING’

The main venue of the anniversary celebration was filled with the sound of flashing lights and deliberately lowered discussions everywhere.

On the main stage, Si Mingchen had already left with Wen Zhi, and the deputy general manager was holding a mic to channel the increasingly intense sound of shocks and conversations.

In the corridor, there were two different strides.

Wen Zhi was being held by Si Mingchen’s wrist, and the corners of his lips were secretly raised. After all these years, Si Mingchen seemed to have grown taller and his body was taller and broader than when he was in high school.

He quietly raised the corners of his lips, becoming more and more satisfied with his husband.

Pushing open the nearest wooden door in the lounge, Si Mingchen immediately lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhi solemnly.

“What’s wrong with your head?”

Wen Zhi raised his bright eyes and blinked, “Nothing, I had a small car accident.”

After being nervous, Si Mingchen found himself holding Wen Zhi’s wrist and loosened his grip slightly, “The small accident is so tightly wrapped up, did you hurt any other parts?”

Wen Zhi used his finger to point at his brain, “No other parts, just that I seem to have lost my memory.”

When he heard this, Si Mingchen was obviously half convinced, and his solemn eyes were tinged with a touch of complexity as he looked at Wen Zhi indifferently.

Wen Zhi took a small step forward and naturally picked up Si Mingchen’s tie, wrapping his fingers around his thumb and twirling it around.

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Half an hour later, Si Mingchen sent someone to get Wen Zhi’s all medical records.

In front of the bright window, Si Mingchen was reading the case seriously while Wen Zhi was looking at him with his chin on his hands.

It was the first time that Wen Zhi paid so much attention to him, so Si Mingchen was not used to it.

He watched Wen Zhi’s every move with the corner of his eyes, deliberately focusing on the case.

There was a paragraph in the discharge case which he read over and over three times.

“The patient has suffered a strong head impact which has resulted in a disruption of the memory system, specifically a disruption of the association between memory and events, and a disruption of the emotional representations dominated by the amygdala and hippocampus. What is known is that the patient’s memory temporarily regresses to 17 years of age and that he has a simple and clear understanding of the social relationships at that time. However, the affective disorder has not yet manifested itself and will need to be reviewed every other week.”

Si Mingchen still found it hard to believe, his light brown eyes were a bit speculative as he looked at Wen Zhi, “Don’t you remember anything other than high school?”

Wen Zhi shook his head, “I remember everything before high school.”

Si Mingchen put the case down and leaned back in his chair with a complex gaze, “Then how did you know about our relationship?”

Wen Zhi: “When I had an accident, the hospital contacted my father, who told me that we are married.”

Si Mingchen nodded gently and didn’t say anything.

If Wen Zhi’s decision to propose a divorce not long ago was a blow from God, then the sudden loss of memory was probably a joke played on him by God.

Although Wen Zhi did not remember the divorce, it was the time in high school when Wen Zhi was wildly in love with Sang Qi. Even the dumplings that Wen Zhi sneaked over the wall to bring him on New Year’s Eve were only because he was Sang Qi’s cousin and he took pity on him.

But he ate all the dumplings despite having a stomach problem, and cried for a long time in the empty dormitory after Wen Zhi left.

Seeing the subtle changes in Si Mingchen’s expression, Wen Zhi sensitively sensed something was wrong.

Although Si Mingchen was aloof and never showed his emotions, Wen Zhi was the first to notice when he was unhappy.

He withdrew his hand from his chin and looked at Si Mingchen quietly. When Si Mingchen’s finger twitched the hospital case, he stood up and walked over to Si Mingchen’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, I won’t forget you.”

Wen Zhi stretched out his arms and hugged Si Mingchen’s shoulders, leaning his head on it, “Don’t be sad, honestly I was going to accuse today, but I’ve decided to forgive you.”

Si Mingchen’s eyes fluttered as the hot breath from his ear puffed lightly on the side of his face.

“Why were you going to accuse me?”

“I had a car accident and you were supposed to be my first emergency contact, but the police contacted my father instead. And when I came to see you at work, the security guard didn’t know me and wouldn’t let me in. But don’t blame the security guards. After all, not many people would recognise me with the way I’m dressed. But I just think that you should set up an access control fingerprint for me so that I can come to the office to find you.”

Si Mingchen opened his mouth, the words of explanation stuck in his throat. After four years of marriage, Wen Zhi had never set foot in Si Sheng except for the time he proposed divorce. As for the emergency contact, when he was married, Si Mingchen had mentioned the issue of emergency contact, but at that time, Wen Zhi was unhappy every day, so the matter was put off.

“It’s my fault, I’ll let the secretary set it up.”

Wen Zhi’s mood visibly improved, staring at Si Mingchen’s lap and took an opportunity to sit on it.

His cheeks flushed two shades of pink, Wen Zhi’s ears burned, and he didn’t dare to look at Si Mingchen.

Although they had been married for four years, he was considered a newlywed in his current perception.

Si Mingchen’s reaction to Wen Zhi’s intimate gesture was unnatural, and his arms were at a loss.

He looked out of the window, unable to say no to the words he wanted to say.

On his lap, Wen Zhi’s eyes were gentle, and he was looking at him with a smile on his face.

He admitted that he liked the way he looked.

It was a warm touch and a trust that he had longed for in the past four years.

He doesn’t want to find out why, he doesn’t want to get to the bottom of it, he’d rather it was a dream.

But dreams do wake up, just like Wen Zhi’s back when she left his office that day, determined to leave.

He didn’t understand why, if Wen Zhi had regressed his memory to 17, he treated him with such enthusiasm and was so different from the way he had treated him before he lost his memory.

Wasn’t he secretly in love with Sani Qi?

Or did Wen Qishan say something to Wen Zhi after he lost his memory and that’s why Wen Zhi is acting like this?

The eyes of Si Mingchen were also drooping, revealing what was on his mind.

Wen Zhi was staring at him, guessing what Si Mingchen was thinking.

Although he had only seen him for an hour, he could sense that his relationship with Si Mingchen was not as close as he had imagined, and he couldn’t wait to get tired of being together every day.

Si Mingchen was very cold to him.

He was even more surprised when he recalled that Wen Qishan had said that the two were in a business relationship and that they had a good relationship.

Could it be that Si Mingchen was a smoulder and the down-to-earth type?

Thinking about this, Wen Zhi was even more ashamed.

Sure enough, it was really a 27-year-old body with a 17-year-old heart.

His instinctive reaction reminded him of intimate things.

He had read many types of novels, and a handsome man like Si Mingchen, who was cold on the outside but hot on the inside, had to be flirted with like crazy to provoke his most primal impulses and reveal his true inner thoughts and desires.

Wen Zhi sighed softly.

The road ahead is a long one.

But it doesn’t matter, he and Si Mingchen are married, so there is plenty of time to bond.

Maybe as time goes on, they will become more and more in tune with each other.

“Husband, shall we go home?”

Wen Zhi’s words brought Si Mingchen back to reality.

Si Mingchen was hesitant and torn.

Should he tell Wen Zhi that they had signed a divorce agreement or not?

But when he met Wen Zhi’s smiling eyes, his feelings temporarily won out over his reason.

“Yeah.”

Before leaving, Special Assistant Wen had already handed Si Mingchen a new phone. Wen Zhi’s mobile phone was broken, and he was a celebrity, so his agent would be anxious if he couldn’t find him.

Putting the phone card in, he searched for the Penguin app, chanting about his farm’s vegetables.

Si Mingchen: “People don’t use Penguin chat now, they use WeChat.”

Wen Zhi said, “Thank you, husband.”

Wen Zhi suddenly realised that he was getting more and more comfortable calling Si Mingchen his husband.

Their wedding house was temporarily removed from the market. During this period of amnesia, Wen Zhi still needed to live here for the time being.

“My agent, is her name Sister Qing?”

Just after he logged on to WeChat, Wen Zhi received a desperate series of calls from Sister Qing, recording his announcements for the past few days.

“Honey, where do I fall in the entertainment industry? I think I’m in the top tier, but the second tier should also be fine, right?”

Although the driver did not know Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi reassured himself that it must be because the driver may not be chasing celebrities.

Si Mingchen pondered for a moment, “Third or fourth tier.”

Wen Zhi immediately frowned, “That doesn’t make sense.” Looking at Si Mingchen, he asked weakly, “Did I offend any bigwigs by refusing to accept the potential rules and deliberately suppress my resources?”

These words left Si Mingchen at a loss as to how to explain.

Although Wen Zhi had not disclosed his relationship with him in the entertainment industry, he had always used his contacts to secretly take care of Wen Zhi. The entertainment industry is a huge vat, so how could he feel at ease letting Wen Zhi work on his own?

“I don’t think so, they wouldn’t dare to touch you.”

Wen Zhi suddenly raised his eyebrows and poked him in the shoulder with his finger, “You seem like a domineering president.”

In response to Wen Zhi’s teasing, Si Mingchen’s heavy mood improved a little and he continued to drive carefully.

Back at their super luxurious house, Wen Zhi was in a good mood, flitting around like a butterfly on every floor.

When he saw a special harp room on the first floor, his eyes widened in surprise.

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In the moonlight, the white harp with its delicate strings seemed like gentle moonlight was flowing, the one he had always dreamed of owning since he was a child.

He recalls that the harp was called “Month”, originally from Denmark, and was later auctioned by a French collector, of whom there has been no further information.

His mother, Lin Qingzhi, was born into a musical family and loved performing and playing the harp from an early age. He studied harp with his mother from an early age and won many international awards before high school.

When he went to France with her, he fell in love with this harp at first sight. But unfortunately they did not sell it to the public. The music store borrowed it from a collector.

Wen Zhi was eager to sit down, and his delicate white fingers gently stroked the harp. He played the harp so softly and beautifully that he was always the highlight of every orchestra performance, mostly for girls.

Si mingchen really loved him, didn’t he?

Otherwise, why would he have gone to the trouble of buying him this harp?

At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door.

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi quietly, “This was a present for your 24th birthday.”

He had thought that Wen Zhi liked this gift, but when he left that day, he did not take this harp with him.

At that moment, Wen Zhi got up and trot towards Si Mingchen, took his hand and raised his eyebrows, “I like this harp very much. Although I must have said this when you gave it to me, I would like to say it again.”

Wen Zhi’s palms were soft and much smaller than Si Mingchen’s.

Si Mingchen’s gaze fell on the two hands as they clasped, and he raised his eyes lightly, “If you like it, that’s fine.”

Because Wen Zhi’s hospital discharge calendar emphasised the importance of an early bedtime and early waking sleep routine, Si Mingchen reminded Wen Zhi to get to sleep quickly in order to comply with the doctor’s instructions.

As Si Mingchen’s work was not yet finished, Wen Zhi could only send him into the study reluctantly.

Lying on the big bed for two, he fell asleep for a few seconds, but in a daze, he felt that something was missing.

In his dream, he remembered.

The large winter melon that Si Mingchen had given him was not there.