I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot - Chapter 5.2

Sang Qi pt.2

In the morning, Wen Zhi woke up to find the winter melon doll lying next to him.

He hastily picked it up and looked for Si Mingchen.

The doll was not very bright, and the green fabric was fading and starting to turn white from the years of wear and tear.

Wen Zhi guessed that he would not want to throw it away after all these years, and would hold it every day.

In the living room, Auntie was preparing breakfast.

Wen Zhi asked, “Where is Si Mingchen?”

Auntie: “Sir had a morning meeting and drove to work very early.”

Wen Zhi nodded and browsed through WeChat. In the past two days, there had been a lot of messages, and he had a headache, when he looked at his mobile phone, and many messages were not answered in time.

Sister Qing told him that he needed to go to his agent’s office today to discuss the next season’s work.

After breakfast, Wen Zhi picked out his clothes and boarded the nanny van. Sister Qiing already knew the story of Wen Zhi’s memory loss. Ever since he got into the car, she had been looking at him.

Sister Qing: “There’s a fashion dinner tomorrow night and the organiser has invited us.

Wen Zhi thought for a moment and decided that his current injury was not suitable for him to attend the event, “No.”

Sister Qing raised her eyebrows, “I heard that Gu Chengfeng is also going.”

Wen Zhi was puzzled: “He is?”

Sister Qing remembered that Wen Zhi had lost his memory and patiently explained, “He’s your incompatible rival.” Afraid that Wen Zhi would not go, she fanned the flames: “He said he was better looking than you.”

Wen Zhi immediately raised his eyebrows in displeasure: “What kind of star is he? Is he as big as me?”

Qing said bluntly, “He’s considered a top star.”

Wen Zhi: “……” The rival’s status is a bit high.

In the entertainment industry, although Wen Zhi is a third- or fourth-tier star, he has a huge fan base and is always at the top of the polls. Over time, his fans have become very strong.

As for why he is a third or fourth tier artist, it is simply because of Wen Zhi’s overly good-looking face. From the moment he started, he was labelled as a flower vase, and no matter what he played, he was never popular.

In the entertainment industry, it’s all about the work that speaks for itself, and since Wen Zhi doesn’t have any national productions, he is not well known by the public.

Looking at her own artist’s disappointed look, Qingyan smiled and shook her head.

For a fashionable dinner like this, other artists may be more worried about what to wear, but her artist never has to worry about it.

As a matter of fact, with Wen Zhi’s status, she would have to beg him to borrow the latest styles from the previous year’s season, not to mention the latest ones from the top luxury brands.

But she doesn’t know what kind of contacts Wen Zhi has made to get the latest styles from the blue-blooded brands every time he goes to a formal event, and he even gets them for free.

This is why the fan circle calls him the young master of the Beijing.

Having been involved in the entertainment industry for many years, she knows what she can ask about and what she needs to pretend to be deaf and dumb about.

Therefore, she never asked questions about Wen Zhi’s family background.

When she arrived at the company, she led Wen Zhi into the third meeting room to start working on the next season.

Director Zhao, who is in charge of the artists’ resources, looks at the bandages on Wen Zhi’s forehead and asks about his injury.

Wen Zhi listened to Qingyan and did not tell anyone about his memory loss.

Although there were many resources for Wen Zhi to choose from, there were very few quality resources, which was tantamount to nothing.

Director Zhao sighed softly, “Recently, South Star TV is planning a reality show called ‘True and False Lovers’. It has an interesting storyline, using a mix of real and fake couples, with each live episode requiring a referendum, and the fake couple with the lowest number of votes will be eliminated. Because of the novelty of the model, the show has already attracted numerous titleholders and teams before it has even been recorded. We had already started discussions with the producers on the details, but were temporarily cut off by Gu.”

The name of Gu Chengfeng has successfully provoked Wen Zhi’s desire to win. He vaguely remembered that many of the anti-fans who popped up under his Weibo account everyday had nicknames that were related to Gu Chengfeng’s ID.

Wen Zhi asked, “Since it’s a real couples mixed with fake couple, then there must be more than one spot, so why can’t I go?”

Director Zhao explained, “There are five CP’s in the show, four of which are fake CPs and the only one that are not yet decided is the real CP.”

Looking at Wen Zhi’s interested eyes, Director Zhao deliberately teased, “If you have a partner, I can recommend you to go.”

Wen Zhi looked at him, “I don’t have a partner.”

Director Zhao snorted, “I told you…”

Wen Zhi held his cheeks, “Is it okay to have a husband?”

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At the headquarters of Sisheng Group, Si Mingchen has just finished receiving his partners, and only he and Sang Qi were left in the meeting room.

Sang Qi was about the same height as Si Mingchen, with a pair of phoenix eyes that are slightly tilted at the corners, beautiful and demonic. His brow bones are more delicate, and his thick eyebrows are slanted in a gentle manner. He is a handsome man who is a real eye-catcher when he walks down the road.

San Qi started, “Mingchen, how are you and Xiao Zhi doing lately? Is he still as peppy as before?”

Si Mingchen picked up his coffee, “We are very close.”

Sang Qi leaned against the counter and smiled, “Xiao Zhi was quite scared of you before, but now he’s probably not.”

Si Mingchen was not polite, “I am his legal lover, we are the closest, how can he be afraid of me.”

San Qi took a sip of the coffee in his hand, “When you two got married, I saw that he was distant from you, and I was worried that you were not getting along…”

Before Sang Qi could finish his sentence, Si Mingchen’s mobile phone rang and the caller was Wen Zhi.

Facing Sang Qi’s curious gaze, Si Mingchen intended to go outside and pick up the phone, but was stopped by Sang Qi.

“Is it Xiao Zhi’s phone?”

Si Mingchen: “Yes.”

Sang Qi smiled, “Do you want me to leave?”

Si Mingchen stops, “No.”

The phone kept ringing and Si Mingchen didn’t avoid it anymore, he picked up the phone in front of San Qi.

The person on the other side, Wen Zhi, seemed to be in a hurry, and his voice came through the phone so loud and clear that even Sang Qi could hear it.

“My precious husband, did you miss me? I have something I want to discuss with you. If you promise me, I can grant you any wish you want.”