I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot - Chapter 3.2

Hubby pt.2

Translated by Lilac

Edited by Lilac

In the main hall of the annual meeting, Si Mingchen’s eyes were calm and he was discussing important matters with the directors.

Today, as the 50th anniversary celebration of the Sisheng Group, it is widely watched, and there are more than thirty financial magazines and media outlets on the scene.

Since Si Mingchen took the company back from his second uncle seven years ago, the company has grown like wildfire, establishing strong trade links with Europe and North America, with a total of 22 branches worldwide.

There were still a few people on the board of directors who were loyal to his uncle, but they have now been uprooted and the company has a clean and united board of directors, all of whom are his father’s former subordinates, which is a relief to Si Mingchen.

“Mr. Si, there’s something that’s been going around a lot lately, and I don’t know if I should talk to you about it.”

Zhao Dong held his glass of wine and his gaze fell on the partner he had just talked to.

Si Mingchen: “You speak.”

Zhao Dong: “I heard that you made some adjustments to the Jinfu project the day before yesterday, and along with it, the investment amounts of five large and small projects has changed, and these projects are all in cooperation with the Wen family.”

Si Mingchen tilted his head and took a sip of red wine: “So.”

Zhao Dong: “So, it is rumoured outside that you and Young Master Wen have had a marriage upheaval”

The marriage between the Wen family and the Si family had shocked the entire upper class of the gentry back then. You know, although the Wen family had been prosperous before, it had long been like a wooden boat with a lot of holes, rocking and falling. The Si family, as a top-notch, wealthy and powerful family, had countless families who wanted to connect with them by marriage. and it was not the turn of the Wen family, a broken family, to do so.

The marriage is about evenly matched, and the Wen family is still too high up the ladder.

While the outside world is speculating that Si Mingchen has an ulterior motive and in fact has other plans, his stable relationship with Wen Zhi has stopped the mouths of many.

In the four years of their marriage, he has never been the subject of any scandalous rumours, and he has never been seen in any of the sensual places where the pampered kids of the wealthy family often hang out.

But just the day before yesterday, Si Mingchen’s seemingly careless actions sent a signal to the insiders.

The relationship between the Wen and Si families is suspected to have broken down.

“I know.”

Si Mingchen did not want to talk about this matter anymore, so he turned and walked away. As the host of the banquet, his every move was being closely watched.

His indifferent expression at the moment also made outsiders detect a hint of his displeasure in him.

Having been disturbed all day, Si Mingchen was tired. With a glass of red wine in his hand, he sat alone on a remote sofa thinking about things.

Since Wen Zhi had left, he had sent someone to check the information about Sang Qi’s return to China.

As he thought, Sang Qi’s plane was expected to arrive at the airport tomorrow.

Not wanting to hold on to his self-delusion, he simply put up their wedding house for sale.

There was nothing there that he wanted to see again, or go back in, let alone have anything to do with it.

He was ready to live his life without Wen Zhi in the future.

The day after tomorrow, he will leave for North America to direct the branch. This trip would be about six months.

During this period, he would handle all his and Wen’s business affairs abroad and is expected to return home on the day he and Wen Zhi file their divorce.

The annual meeting had come to an end and Si Mingchen was invited to the stage to make his final speech.

Today, he was wearing a rare white suit and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses due to the severe astigmatism caused by his recent overuse of his eyes.

This Si Mingchen not only caught the eyes of the guests, but also occupied all of Wen Zhi’s eyes.

After being finally fetched by acquaintances, he happened to be standing on the right side of the middle of the venue, and no one noticed.

In front of him, a 5’9” man with a long, perfectly proportioned body. He was more mature and stable than when he was young.

The straight white suit pants and snow-white shirt seemed to be tailor-made for him, making his legs long and straight.

Wen Zhi had never seen Si Mingchen wearing glasses before.

But the man in front of him, with his thick black hair, calm gait, and confident coolness, gradually overlapped with the white moonlight in his mind, and did not make him feel unfamiliar.

On the stage, Si Mingcen had already finished his speech. Next was the time for reporters to ask questions freely.

Regarding the company’s future development and planning, Si Mingchen answered very professionally, concisely and clearly, with very strong language organisation skills. This confidence also reassured both large and small partners of the group.

At this point, a journalist from Caijing Online dared to ask a question, “May I ask Mr. Si, recently there have been rumours that you are back to being single. Is it true? If not, you can take this opportunity to dispel the rumours.”

After saying that, the reporter’s gaze fell on Si Mingchen’s empty ring finger.

If one went to look carefully, the ring mark on it was clearly visible.

As soon as the question was asked, all the guests in the room were stunned and began to whisper.

Wen Zhi stood in front of the gilded pillars, picking at his fingers in both unease and annoyance.

He and Si Mingchen were so in love, so why did they start such rumours?

Was it because he was too non-existent?

Ever since he was a child, he had never suffered this kind of anger.

Wen Zhi was so angry that he was about to turn into a puffer fish, crossing his arms and forcing himself to be calm.

When faced with this question, Si Mingchen did not want to explain too much. But in order to quell the rumours as soon as possible, his answer had to be clear.

“I don’t know exactly how this story got out, but I want to tell everyone that my wife and I are in a good relationship-”

Just as Si Mingchen was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by a clear and gentle voice.

“Husband.”

This voice, which Si Mingchen had heard countless times, was too familiar.

He subconsciously looked for the source of the voice and turned his head, and his broad chest was already filled with warmth.

Wen Zhi rested his head on Si Mingchen’s shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of petulance and aggression, “I miss you so much.”

At this moment, Si Mingchen had no time to think, the primitive impulse from his heart made him wrap his arms around Wen Zhi’s waist and he looked down to check Wen Zhi’s injuries.

Those exposed amber eyes, clouded with a layer of mist, were different from their usual coldness and carried strong emotions of longing, wanting to talk to him.

Si Mingchen felt in a trance, but his palm still fell on Wen Zhi’s bandage uncontrollably.

His tone was not smooth, suppressing the missing and sadness that was thoroughly hidden in his heart. “I miss you too.”