After the last sentence was spoken, there was no response in the room for a long time. The surrounding environment seemed to isolate the two people, with only slight breathing sounds.

The fingers on his right leg curled up slightly, Si Mingchen's eyes darkened, his face still without much emotion, with his usual calmness.

"Wen Zhi." Si Mingchen called Wen Zhi's name, "What's wrong with me? Did I do something wrong?"

His voice was low, just a little softer than usual, with a hint of depression in his tone.

At this moment, Wen Zhi felt a sense of guilt. Si Mingchen treated him well, even better than those partners who claimed to love him but did nothing in practice.

Sometimes he even wondered how nice it would be if he didn't love Si Mingchen? Then this marriage can remain the same.

"You're fine." Wen Zhi didn't have the courage to look at him again and lowered his head slightly.

His deep light brown eyes kept watching Wen Zhi's every move. Si Mingchen asked, "Why do you want to divorce me? Can you give me a reason?"

With the air conditioner at 28 degrees, Wen Zhi's back was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat and his hands were getting colder and colder.

This question is equivalent to peeling off the deep-seated scars of this marriage bit by bit and exposing them to the scorching sun.

...

...

The sultry air enveloped him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

After a long period of mental preparation, he relaxed his brows, suddenly smiled, and said casually: "You also know that there is no love in our marriage."

At this moment, Si Mingchen, who had remained silent all this time, trembled slightly, and his last glimmer of hope was suddenly shattered.

He straightened his broad back and slowly leaned back on the sofa, looking out the window, and was silent for a long time.

"Yeah. So, you want a divorce."

If Wen Zhi still had a little hope before Si Mingchen said this, then at this moment, all hope was gone.

Sure enough, Si Mingchen really didn't love him.

Wen Zhi tried her best to hold back her tears and said calmly: "Give each other a break."

Si Mingchen looked at him: "You want to divorce me, do your parents know?"

Wen Zhi: “I don’t know.”

Simingchen: "Do they agree?"

Wen Zhi placed the two divorce agreements on the glass table and said softly, "I will tell them after I file for divorce. I hope you can cooperate with me on this."

The two divorce agreements in front of him made Si Mingchen's eyes gradually dim. Pulling out a document, he slowly read the terms on it.

"When did you want a divorce?"

"recent."

The document was very simple, especially the section on property division. Wen Zhi only wanted a single-family manor house in his name and nothing else. He seemed "full of sincerity" and was anxious to end the marriage.

The agreement will take effect as soon as it is signed, and once the property division is completed within two weeks, you can then go directly to process the divorce.

Stroking the white paper with his fingertips, Si Mingchen looked at the name Wen Zhi had already signed, his face expressionless.

All signs indicate that Wen Zhi's divorce was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but one that he had considered for a long time.

Only he was unaware.

Si Mingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "I respect your decision."

The divorce was finalized, and it also marked the official end of Wen Zhi's ten-year secret love.

Wen Zhi forced a smile: "Thank you for your understanding."

It was expected that the communication was so easy, after all, they had never had any unpleasantness or disputes in the past four years.

Wen Zhi looked at the agreement and handed him the pen: "Since we have discussed it, I will move out of my house tonight."

He started packing three days ago. What needs to be cleaned up has been almost cleaned up.

Si Mingchen did not take the pen, but asked: "For so many years, our two companies have always been a community of interests, with intricate networks of relationships and cooperative projects. Our sudden separation has an impact that is difficult to estimate. Especially the case I just discussed with your father recently. Without the support of our marriage, his losses would be very large, and Wen's would be on the verge of bankruptcy."

Si Mingchen didn't say anything more straightforward.

Over the years, Wen Qishan has relied on his connections to take many shortcuts.

Their Jinfu project had just been established. If he and Wen Zhi divorced, the Wen family's partners would probably withdraw all their investments, and approval and investment promotion would become problems.

If Wen Qishan goes bankrupt, Wen Zhi will also suffer.

Wen Zhi was not aware of this matter of the company. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"If the divorce agreement can be amended, I will have half a year to properly handle these matters, and then we can divorce and minimize the impact on the Wen family."

After saying these words, Si Ming stared at Wen Zhi quietly, "Or, you can't wait for half a year."

Wen Zhi grasped the hem of her clothes with her fingers and whispered, "Okay."

He didn't know how to describe how he felt at the moment. He always knew that Si Mingchen was good to him. But he didn't expect that Si Mingchen would even consider the matter of divorce for him.

But the more Simingchen acted like this, the sadder he became.

Just like the past four years, I longed for a little bit of love, but gradually became disappointed in this consideration.

"After the divorce, if your father asks about it, tell him that I was the one who proposed it and ask him to come find me."

Wen Zhi raised his head abruptly: "No, he and my stepmother will definitely blackmail you if that happens."

Si Mingchen typed out two new agreements and signed his name: "No, let me handle it."

He has been dealing with Wen Qishan for many years and knows him very well. If Wen Qishan knew that Wen Zhi acted without authorization and initiated the divorce, coupled with Wen Zhi's stepmother's instigation, it would be hard to guarantee that Wen Zhi would have a comfortable life in the future.

Wen Zhi was about to refuse but was interrupted by Si Mingchen.

"Regarding the division of property, I have listed it in the supplementary terms. I will give it to you after my assistant redistributes it."

Wen Zhi hurriedly said, "I don't want the other things. It's already very troublesome for you to postpone it for half a year. Just give me the manor where my mother and I lived."

Si Mingchen looked at him and said, "You don't want anything. How are you going to explain to your family after the divorce? The financial situation of the Wen family is not optimistic."

Wen Zhi thought for a moment, but still rejected Si Mingchen's kindness: "No need."

Everything was earned by Si Mingchen through hard work. Since they wanted to part ways amicably, there was no reason for him to take away the fruits of others' labor. Besides, over the years, Si Mingchen had filled the hole of more than ten billion yuan for their family. After the divorce, he was too embarrassed to ask for anything else.

Putting away the divorce agreement, Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and prepared to leave.

I thought we would say goodbye with a smile, but the result was disappointing. He couldn't even look Si Mingchen in the face.

Si Mingchen sat in his seat and looked at him quietly: "I'll take you there."

Before he finished speaking, Assistant Wen knocked on the door: "Boss Si, Mr. Jiang Chengshu is here."

Si Mingchen: "Let him in."

When Wen Zhi heard Jiang Chengshu's name, he was stunned. When he turned around stiffly, Jiang Chengshu had already walked in.

Sure enough, Jiang Chengshu was even better looking than in the photo, with fair skin and a gentle temperament, and he gradually resembled the popular school hunk in his impression.

Seeing Wen Zhi, Jiang Chengshu smiled in surprise: "What a coincidence, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Wen Zhi's face gradually turned pale, and he clutched the divorce agreement tightly, pretending to be calm: "No, you guys chat, I'm leaving first."

Even though he was ready for Si Mingchen and Jiang Chengshu to get back together, he still couldn't be as relaxed as he had imagined when facing this matter.

Jiang Chengshu followed him with his eyes: "Xiao Zhi, let's have a meal together if there is a chance."

Wen Zhi stopped, took a long breath, looked back at Jiang Chengshu, and said generously: "Okay, call me when you are free."

Jiang Chengshu smiled and looked at Si Mingchen: "How about I wait for you first, and you go and send Xiaozhi off?"

Si Mingchen didn't say anything, but he was already walking towards Wen Zhi.

"Need not--"

Wen Zhi forced a smile: "You guys chat, I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Si Mingchen to answer, he trotted away and rushed into the elevator.

The elevator door closed with a ding.

Looking at his own pale face through the glass, Wen Zhi forced himself to raise his lips and wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"I wish you a happy marriage."

—

There were only two people left in the office.

Si Mingchen returned to his desk, sat down tiredly, his eyes falling on the divorce agreement.

The throbbing pain in his temple gradually came over him. Si Mingchen opened the drawer, took out a painkiller and swallowed it.

Jiang Chengshu looked at them worriedly: "Did you have a fight?"

Si Mingchen said nothing, leaning back in his chair, as if all the strength had been drained from his body, with a pale and tired look on his face.

The other party was obviously worried, so Jiang Chengshu said nothing more. He took out the box from his bag and placed it next to Si Mingchen.

"I've made the four-year anniversary wedding ring you asked me to customize."

Siming said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."

"If you feel uncomfortable, take a rest." Jiang Chengshu frowned worriedly: "My boyfriend is still waiting for me, I'm leaving first."

Simingchen said to Wen Te, who was waiting outside the door, "Send the book down for me."

Assistant Wente nodded: "Got it."

After Jiang Chengshu left, Si Mingchen picked up the ring box and opened it gently. Two anniversary rings engraved with his and Wen Zhi's names lay quietly inside.

In the four years since they got married, he seemed to have never given Wen Zhi a ring. I remember that a month ago, Wen Zhi was particularly envious of the ring given to Ming Yantang by her boyfriend.

Si Mingchen saw this and asked Jiang Chengshu, who was engaged in jewelry design, to design one for them.

Si Mingchen picked up the ring engraved with Wen Zhi and smiled bitterly.

Before getting married, he knew that Wen Zhi had a crush on someone for a long time, but he still did everything he could to bring that person home.

He hoped that time could change everything, that Wen Zhi would one day fall in love with him and forget that person, but now it seemed like he was deceiving himself.

Counting from today, he has liked Wen Zhi for eleven years. The time in his second year of high school was the darkest moment in his life. Both his parents died and he was betrayed by his family. He became more and more taciturn and nothing could arouse his interest. If there hadn't been something fishy about his parents' car accident, he might have given up on himself.

It was at this time that he met Wen Zhi, and the moments they spent together almost filled his life with irreparable happiness during that period.

Unfortunately, all the kindness Wen Zhi showed him was because of that person. His so-called happiness was nothing more than a ray of light given by the sun when it passed through him.

He tried to fight for it, but at that time he had no background or family, so he could not be responsible to Wen Zhi and make a promise to him, and it might even drag him down.

These factors made him anxious and stressed.

The day Wen Zhi rejected him, Wen Zhi blocked all his contact information and avoided him like the plague.

He waited helplessly outside Wen Zhi's house from dusk till dawn, and finally gave up.

Two months later, he followed his second uncle's arrangement to study abroad.

Later, he tried every means to marry into the Wen family, but he did not expect that the marriage would end in regret.

He knew Wen Zhi's personality. He was childish and couldn't stand loneliness. He was a pure optimist, sometimes very spoiled, a little fragile, and had a bit of a spoiled temper.

But after they got married, Wen Zhi seemed to have become a completely different person. She was very cold to him, didn't like to joke or chat, never asked when he came home late, and never got jealous.

The way they get along is more like familiar friends.

Perhaps from the very beginning, the ending of this one-sided relationship was doomed.

There was an unspeakable pain in Si Mingchen's eyes. He leaned back in his chair with his head tilted back. It was not until the moon outside shone into the dark office that he realized how late it was.

This time is nine o'clock in the evening.

He couldn't help but think of Wen Zhi and guessed that the other party should be packing his luggage now.

Reason told him that he should not go home, and that leaving both of them a decent parting was the proper way for adults to do so.

But when he thought about Wen Zhi's things disappearing from the house one by one, his heart ached unbearably.

He put on his suit jacket, not caring whether his tie was neat or not, staggered out of the office and drove home.

At the door of the house, Wen Zhi's luggage had been loaded into the car, and he was holding an ugly winter melon doll in his arms.

This doll was given to him by Si Mingchen when he was in the second year of high school.

After parking the car at the villa, Si Mingchen walked towards Wen Zhi.

"Have you packed your things?"

Wen Zhi was a little surprised to see Si Mingchen. She nodded with a pair of red and swollen almond eyes: "Yeah."

Si Mingchen stared into Wen Zhi's eyes.

Is Wen Zhi crying?

Why are you crying?

Shouldn't I be happy that I divorced him?

Maybe after tonight, the two of us will have less and less interactions. Si Mingchen suppressed his unprecedented panic and whispered, "Let me take you there. The road conditions over there are bad and the street lights are dim."

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes: "No, you rest, I can do it myself."

After staring at Wen Zhi for a long time, Si Mingchen let him go this time and moved the suitcase to his car.

"I'll take you there, for the last time."

Wen Zhi opened his mouth, pursed his lips, and sat down while holding the ugly winter melon.

The road to the manor is remote and takes an hour to drive.

Inside the car, the atmosphere between the two was heavy and there was basically no communication.

"Have you checked the manor's anti-theft system? You're not safe on your own at night."

Wen Zhi sniffed: "Let's do it tomorrow, and just make do with it tonight."

Si Mingchen looked at the road conditions and handed him a tissue to blow his nose.

As time passed, the time they spent together gradually became less and less.

When they arrived at the gate of the manor, Si Mingchen helped Wen Zhi move the suitcase in and found that Wen Zhi didn't take much with him.

Although this manor is not lived in all the time, it is cleaned regularly twice a week, so it is very clean and can be moved in directly.

"Have you brought all the things from home?" Si Mingchen asked, standing at the door.

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yeah."

Si Mingchen: "Did you bring all those watches?"

Wen Zhi: "I brought two."

Si Mingchen knew that Wen Zhiduo liked the full cabinet of watches, and every time there was an announcement, he would spend a long time choosing the right color.

But Wen Zhi didn't bring those things, instead he brought the ugly winter melon that he gave to Wen Zhi.

Perhaps he was unwilling to do so. Before leaving, Si Mingchen stood at the door and thought for a long time. Finally, he spoke with difficulty: "Wen Zhi, if you regret it——"

He was interrupted by a rapid ringing of a bell.

Wen Zhi answered the phone: "Hello, Brother Sang Qi."

At this moment, Si Mingchen's words were stuck in his throat, and his eyes were dark and disappointed.

Sang Qi is the senior and childhood sweetheart that Wen Zhi has a crush on, and he is also Si Mingchen's cousin.

Si Mingchen's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every step he took was extremely heavy. After getting in the car, he quickly started the engine and disappeared into the night.

The car was speeding on the highway, and when it passed an arch bridge passing through the manor, Si Mingchen stopped.

Next to us was the river surface, which was lifted by the cold wind and was dark and vast.

The car window slowly opened, and a slender hand fell on the black car door, with a lit cigarette between its fingers.

Si Ming looked at the river quietly, feeling disappointed and helpless.

With a slight sound, the two rings disappeared into the river with the waves.

This was the second time Si Mingchen gave up on Wen Zhi.

—

The manor is very large and has a regular aunt to clean it. Wen Zhi was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window early in the morning and had to order takeout for himself and prepare for breakfast.

Normally, tonight was his bachelor party, but he cried all night last night. If Ming Yantang and the others saw it, they would probably laugh at him.

After checking the message his agent sent him, Wen Zhi drove to a large supermarket five kilometers away to make some purchases.

Today is the weekend and there are a lot of cars passing by. Wen Zhi's eyes hurt so much that he planned to buy some hot compress eye masks to relieve the pain, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to let those bad friends know.

The sunlight was so blinding that a cement truck was coming from the opposite direction.

Normally cement trucks travel at a slow speed, but this one seemed to be speeding.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, trying to avoid it, but found that the cement truck uncontrollably crossed the solid line and hit him.

Wen Zhigang complained in his heart that he wouldn't be so unlucky to get into a car accident. With a loud bang, everything around him gradually darkened.

…

"Mr. Wen's brain CT scan shows that he may have temporary amnesia, but the specific manifestations need to be further observed."

Wen Qishan looked at his assistant anxiously: "Where is Si Mingchen? My son has been in trouble for a long time, where is he?"

The assistant nodded: "Don't worry, I'll continue calling Mr. Si."

Wen Qishan covered his chest, which was very stuffy. "Doctor, are there any other organs of my son injured? Is it just his brain that was injured? Will he become a vegetable?"

The doctor replied in embarrassment: “No.”

A beam of light shone into Wen Zhi's dark world. Half asleep and half awake, he heard a familiar voice talking to someone in his ear.

There was severe pain all over his body, making Wen Zhi groan in pain.

It seemed like he didn't do anything yesterday? Why is it like stealing a landmine?

Wen Zhi opened his eyes with difficulty, and his brain started working slowly.

Today, he seemed to have something important to do.

What was it?

Wen Zhi jumped up suddenly: "Where is the love letter I wrote to my big baby Sisi?"