I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot - Chapter 4.2

In the middle of the night, after finishing his work, Si Mingchen quietly came in and covered Wen Zhi with the blanket, then went to the wine cellar and opened two bottles of red wine.

He was puzzled by Wen Zhi’s sudden clinging to him. In high school, before he confessed his love for Wen Zhi, although Wen Zhi also liked to chase after him, he was not as frank as he is now.

He planned to make an appointment with Wen Zhi’s doctor tomorrow to find out what was going on.

The temperature in the wine cellar was a little chilly and Si Mingchen covered himself with a blanket, his calm eyes looking out at the moonlight.

The day after tomorrow, he will be leaving for North America.

Leaving Wen Zhi alone here to recover was the best arrangement for now. Maybe in a month or two, Wen Zhi would slowly regain his memory, so that the two of them would not be embarrassed.

Otherwise, it would be too cruel for him to face such gentleness every day.

The next day, Si Mingchen told his aunt to make breakfast and went to the hospital.

In the office, the doctor gave a detailed explanation of Wen Zhi’s possible condition to Si Mingchen, who only asked one question: “Regarding his memory confusion, apart from his inability to remember certain events, is it possible that his emotions could be transferred to the wrong person? I checked and found that his amygdala and hippocampus were severely damaged, and these two tissues happen to be responsible for emotional memory.”

The doctor frowned slightly, “You mean that he hated one person very much and because of his faulty memory he thinks that he hated another person?”

Si Mingchen: “Yes.”

The doctor thought for a moment, “It’s possible, but not likely. If it’s a strong emotional expression, the chance of remembering the wrong person is even less.”

Si Mingchen asked, “Then will you forget the person you like the most in your heart?”

The doctor nodded, “Yes, it’s very common.”

Si Mingchen nodded, “Thank you.”

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As the car sped down the road, Si Mingchen rested his hands on the steering wheel, recalling the doctor’s answer.

Perhaps he needs to find a more authoritative doctor to look at Wen Zhi, which will also help Wen Zhi to recover his memory as soon as possible.

The phone rang and it was from Si Mingchen’s best friend, Chen Yu.

“Mingchen, you’re going to Europe tomorrow, let’s get together.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

In the private room, Chen Yu listened to Si Mingchen’s account, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking puzzled.

“In other words, Wen Zhi is probably mistaken and has transferred his feelings for Sang Qi to you?”

Si Mingchen: “The doctor said it was unlikely. There is also a possibility that he has forgotten that he likes Sang Qi.”

His friends all knew about Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi, and they all had noticed Wen Zhi’s indifference towards Si Mingchen over the years.

Chen Yu advised him, “But I think that amnesia is temporary. If you want to continue to be with him, in case he recovers his memory one day and dumps you again, you will have no place to cry.”

Si Mingchen didn’t retort, just lit a cigarette and held it in between his fingers.

Chen Yu said, “You both have signed the divorce agreement, let’s forget about it. No matter how much you like him, if he doesn’t like you, it’s just self-interest. There are plenty of good-looking men in the world, why do you need to hang yourself on the tree of Wen Zhi?”

The other friends all knew about Si Mingchen’s plan to divorce and chimed in.

“Which type do you like, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“You’ve already signed the agreement, let’s forget it.”

“What if he recovers his memory and turns his back on him?”

Si Mingchen poured a glass of bittter red wine down his throat, “Yes, I know.”

Everyone is right, Wen Zhi is now in state of amnesia and if he took advantage of this weakness to be with him, Wen Zhi might hate him after he regained his memory.

He didn’t want Wen Zhi to hate him.

He admitted that after hearing the doctor’s words, he had other thoughts. Whether Wen Zhi had given his love to the wrong person or forgotten about Sang Qi, he wanted to try to get back together with Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi was like a beautiful poison that tempted him all the time.

But sanity won.

It was not right for him to do so.

That’s why he should go on tomorrow’s trip.

Tonight, he can go and say goodbye to Wen Zhi.

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It was already 10pm and Wen Zhi was browsing Weibo waiting for Si Mingchen to come home.

After a day of looking up for information, Wen Zhi has basically sorted out his basic situation.

He is a third-tier star, with 5 million Weibo fans, half of whom are zombie fans.

His manager is very good, but he has not been able to to make him popular after leading him for so many years.

He hasn’t done much work lately, and he didn’t know why he was going crazy while ago, saying he needs to take a month off.

Wen Zhi glanced at the time and wondered why Si Mingchen hadn’t come home yet, and whether he should call and ask?

At that moment, a car sounded in the courtyard.

Wen Zhi hurriedly put on his bathrobe and trotted down the spiral staircase on the fourth floor.

In the living room, Special Assistant Wen was also there, apparently looking after Si Mingchen, who was drunk.

The moment he saw Wen Zhi, Si Mingchen’s eyes lit up for a moment, but then he hid his despondency.

“You go wait for me outside.”

Assistant Wen nodded and left quickly.

Wen Zhi saw that he was not drunk and stepped forward quickly, “Have you been drinking?”

Si Mingchen: “Yes.”

For some reason, Wen Zhi always felt that Si Mingchen had something to say.

“Let me help you up.” Wen Zhi picked up his arm, but Si Mingchen did not move.

He looked at Si Mingchen strangely and before he could say anything, Si Mingchen said, “Wen Zhi, I have to go on a business trip for about six months.”

“Six months?” Wen Zhi blinked his eyelashes and clutched Si Mingchen’s cuffs a little tighter, “Why is it going to take so long?”

The words were more than a little bit of aggression and reluctance.

Si Mingchen said seriously, “My support is needed on the North American side, and is an important part of Si Sheng’s globalization.”

Wen Zhi raised his face: “Then how often will you come back?”

Si Mingchen: “No surprises, I’m very busy over there, so I won’t be back for a while.”

Wen Zhi’s temper got angry and he immediately shook off Si Mingchen’s cuffs and sat straight down on the sofa.

“You’ve been gone for so long, won’t you miss me? Or do you simply not care whether I’m around or not?”

Wen Zhi had been expecting to spend his first real night with Si Mingchen today, but he waited and waited and waited, but this was the only news he got.

His eyes became more and more dim, his thin spine shrouded by the bright, hot lamo, and he was disappointed.

Si Mingchen looked at him and apologized.

Although he knew that Wen Zhi would not blame him for leaving after he recovered his memory. But right now, he could not ignore Wen Zhi’s sadness and grief, and his heart felt like a knife.

Si Mingchen patiently explained, “My luggage was packed and taken to the office not long ago.”

Wen Zhi huffed, “Then what can I do if I miss you? Can I come and see you?”

Si Mingchen didn’t answer directly, trying his best to suppress his choking sobs, and turned his back, “I’ve arranged for you to be treated by a new doctor, and if you recover your memory, I’ll come back immediately.”

At this moment, Wen Zhi looked up. His face was covered with tears, “Hmph, you are so troublesome. Although I don’t remember the details of past four years, you should have been nice to me. I’ll take up a North American job and go with you.”

Si Mingchen held back his sourness, “You are not in good health, you need to recuperate at home, so it is not advisable to go abroad.”

After saying this, he quickly turned around and left, fearing that he would regret it.

Wen Zhi looked at his back and sat on the sofa, crying like a man in tears, who had lost his love.

He knows that work is important, but why can’t he take him with him to North America?

Perhaps he was too naive. In fact, he was already 28 years old, and he should take this kind of separation with a grain of salt.

He was sobbing like a little quail.

Although he is 27 years old, his mental age is 17, so he is not ashamed of himself.

He has just arrived two days ago and his husband left him with a heartless heart, can’t he still cry a little?

He trotted to the window, grabbed at the edge of the window and purposely grunts at the courtyard.

In the courtyard outside the door, the sound of gentle cries came clearly, sometimes intermittently, choking with sobs.

Special Assistant Wen opened the car door and waited for Si Mingchen to come up. Si Mingchen’s eyes were dark, he took a step forward and then hesitantly stopped.

He clenched his fist, the reluctance, helplessness and heartache in his eyes deepened.

Special Assistant Wen: “Mr. Si, you-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Si Mingchen turned around and walked towards the house.

“I’m not going for now, you can go back.”

Inside the house, Wen Zhi shrank into a ball, his heart beating wildly.

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Fortunately, he ran back in time and wasn’t exposed.

Holding the toilet paper, he huffed and puffed more and more.

The door opened as expected and Si Mingchen’s tall figure appeared in front of Wen Zhi’s eyes. Walking over to the sofa, he noticed the single slipper on the floor and looked towards the window.

Sure enough, there was a slipper there too.

Wen Zhi still buried his face in his lap and cried.

Si Mingchen knelt down helplessly and took out a handkerchief, “Don’t cry, I’m not leaving.”