I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 8.2

Wen Wen doubts his life pt.2

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

The next morning.

The sun was on Wen Zhi’s butt before he woke up.

The temperature of the sheets next to him was cold and it seemed that Si Mingchen had already left for work.

He turned on his mobile phone with a yawn, and received a message from Qing Yan.

This morning, the programme team had agreed that he and his husband would participate in a variety show together as the only couple of real CP.

Satisfied, Wen Zhi finished his breakfast and headed to Chun Ting Yuan.

When he arrived there, the more Wen Zhi looked at it, the more familiar it looked. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realised that this was the manor house of his grandparents. However, this manor house was sold when he was eight years old.

The cleaning staff had already arrived and Wen Zhi saw that the mansion was quite clean, so he just let them do it without any disturbance.

Walking down the stairs to the bedroom, Wen Zhi found his unpacked suitcase in the wardrobe, looking like he was just halfway through sorting out his clothes.

As soon as he touched the suitcase, he suddenly found a document inside.

When he opened the document curiously, he was completely dumbfounded by the words divorce agreement on the header of the document.

He sat down on the floor and flipped through the document page by page, his mind in a mess.

When he saw their signatures on the last page, the expectations he had in his heart were completely shattered.

He was actually getting a divorce from Si Mingchen?

And just six months later?

Wen Zhi lay down on the hard wooden floor with a ‘boom’ and almost burst into tears.

Why did they have to divorce?

Did Si Mingchen do something wrong to him, or did he do something wrong to Si Mingchen?

Or maybe it didn’t fit in any way?

Wen Zhi’s chest was stuffy and his head drooped.

The person he had been secretly in love for years, his husband who was so hard to get is gone.

In order to find out why he had divorced Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi decided to ask Ming Yantang and Qiao Wei about them.

This is something that his father doesn’t seem to know about, so if he rashly asks, he’s afraid that it will cause a lot more trouble.

As for Si Mingchen, he couldn’t ask. If Si Mingchen wanted to be frank with him, he would have already told him.

Thinking back to the recent days they had been spending time together, Wen Zhi finally understood what the wall was between the two of them.

Even though the two of them are almost divorced, Si Mingchen’s attitude is already not that bad.

When he arrived at the door of Ming Yantang’s house, Ming Yantang was about to go out to work.

Seeing Wen Zhi, Ming Yantang frowned, “Did you quarrel with your husband again?”

Wen Zhi shook his head, like a frost-stricken eggplant.

Ming Yantang said helplessly, “What’s wrong then?”

Wen Zhi looked to his right and left, “Do you know that I’m going to divorce Si Mingchen?”

When Ming Yantang heard about this, he wasn’t very surprised, just a little surprised “You remembered?”

Wen Zhi looked at him, he had to.

It seemed that this matter was true.

“I don’t remember, but I signed the divorce agreement.”

Ming Yantang was shocked, “You really signed it?” After reading the contents of the agreement, he muttered, “Good lord, you didn’t want anything but that manor?”

Wen Zhi wilted and said, “So, do you think I’m the one at fault?”

Ming Yantang shook his head, “You talked to us about this before you planned to divorce Si Mingchen in the first place.”

Wen Zhi interrupted, “I proposed the divorce?”

Ming Yantang: “Yes.”

Wen Zhi asked, “Why did I propose it?”

Ming Yantang gave him a lazy look and summed it up, “There is no sexual harmony.”

Wen Zhi was stunned, “Is that the only thing?”

Ming Yantang nodded, “At the beginning, Qiao and I were both advising you, but you didn’t listen, saying that you and Si Mingchen had no sexual harmony.”

Wen Zhi: “And then I had to get a divorce?”

Ming Yan Tang: “Yes. In fact, in the past four years, Si Mingchen has treated you well, and never spread any scandals, and has always been clean.”

After listening to Ming Yantang’s words, Wen Zhi fell into a deep sense of remorse.

If Si Mingchen especially liked him, how hurtful would it be for him to propose a divorce?

How could it be because of an unharmonious sexual life?

This is too hurtful to one’s pride.

Si Mingchen must have thought he resented him.

Thinking back to the past few days, Si Mingchen was always reluctant to share a bed with him, so it must be related to this matter.

Wen Zhi turned his head away and left, determined to save this crumbling marriage.

It was his fault for rashly proposing a divorce in the first place.

It was also normal for Si Mingchen to be cold-hearted.

The only thing he can do now is to rely on his own charm to make Si Mingchen fall in love with him again.

He is so tempting that there is no way he couldn’t win Si Mingchen’s heart.

The rest of his time will probably be spent looking for some folk remedies to cure Si Mingchen’s illness. At the same time, he has to persuade Si Mingchen not to shy away from medical treatment.

If you are sick, you have to treat it.

If Si Mingchen couldn’t do it for the rest of his life, he has already thought better of it.

He will never resent the other.

After all, once you have attached yourself to a man, you should be faithful to him regardless of all circumstances.

It’s not impossible to fall in love platonically.

At this point, Wen Zhi shouts for the driver to stop, puts on his sunglasses and quietly walks into the city’s largest Chinese medicine shop.

He had searched on a certain website, and although it was a self-run shop, there were many great retired Chinese doctors on hand. If he came here to have a look, he might get a lucky break.

The shop assistant saw his worried face and asked in a friendly manner, “Are you here to get some medicine?”

Wen Zhi shook his head mysteriously and gave the shop assistant a black card, “I want to ask, as my husband is not good at sex, so is there any prescription? Money doesn’t matter, as long as it works.”

Chen Yu, who was accompanying his boyfriend to get the medicine, turned his head at the sound of the voice and was filled with suspicion when he saw the familiar figure.

Wasn’t Wen Zhi’s husband his best friend, Si Mingchen?