From Wen Zhi's perspective, Si Mingchen knelt on one knee, and his posture looked like he was proposing.
Wen Zhi lowered her wet eyelashes and trembled nervously.
After a moment, he placed his hand on Si Mingchen's palm and silently said in his heart, "I agree to marry you."
Wen Zhi always showed his joy on his face, and Si Mingchen quickly noticed the change in his mood.
His palms felt cold, and he realized at this moment that the silk bathrobe Wen Zhi was wearing was very thin. It was fine in the bedroom, but it was a bit cold in the living room.
Putting his coat on Wen Zhi's shoulders, Si Mingchen stood up and was about to help Wen Zhi pick up the slippers that fell by the window, but his waist was immediately hugged.
Wen Zhi put her face against his back and asked softly, "Where are you going?"
Siming's voice was a little hoarse: "I'll get you some slippers."
It was not until then that Wen Zhi discovered the evidence of his crime left by the window. He lowered his eyes and tried to cover it up with a joke: "I want to go back to sleep, you carry me on your back."
Si Mingchen lowered his head and found that Wen Zhi had unknowingly rested her head between his waist and arms, looking straight at him with bright eyes.
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Si Mingchen's mind moved, and his hand subconsciously fell on the bandage on Wen Zhi's head and gently stroked it.
Wen Zhi got his response and a smile appeared on her tear-stained face.
Si Mingchen retracted his gentle gaze and squatted gently: "Come up."
Wen Zhi rushed over: "Thank you, husband."
In this way, Si Mingchen carried Wen Zhi on his back and walked up the spiral staircase, one step at a time, to the fourth floor.
He had walked this staircase for more than a thousand days and nights, but today he was particularly nostalgic for it.
Back in the master bedroom, Wen Zhi hung his coat on the hanger, then lay down on the bed and stared at Si Mingchen: "Do you want to rest?"
Simingchen loosened his tie: "You go to bed first."
Wen Zhi reluctantly turned over in the bed, revealing her two straight white legs just right.
"I want to wait for you."
Si Mingchen looked away: "If you don't go to North America, I have a lot of work at the moment, so you go to sleep first."
Wen Zhi could accept this reason temporarily.
After Si Mingchen walked into the bathroom with a bathrobe, he quietly got up and wandered outside the door.
The glass in the bathroom is frosted, so you can only see the silhouette of people inside. If it were clearer, you wouldn't be able to see them.
Si Mingchen has a great figure, which can be seen just by looking at his looming figure.
Wen Zhi tried to peek through the crack of the door but failed, so he could only sneak a closer look through the frosted glass.
He felt ashamed, but when he thought that this was his biological husband, with whom he had lived day and night for four years, he felt at ease.
He admitted that he was a little nymphomaniac. Such a handsome guy was actually coaxed into marriage by him, what kind of luck is this?
Wen Zhi suppressed his excitement and continued to peek through the crack in the door.
Hot water fell from the top, and Si Mingchen stood under the shower, facing the bathroom door.
Outside, Wen Zhi's every move could be seen clearly.
Si Mingchen smiled helplessly. He had never seen Wen Zhi so enthusiastic in the four years of marriage. Every time he paid the public grain on the fixed day, it was like completing a task, without any emotion at all.
The sound of water stopped and Wen Zhi was still looking around when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Si Mingchen's lean and powerful chest came towards him.
"What are you looking at?"
Before Wen Zhi had time to count how many abdominal muscles Si Mingchen had, Si Mingchen had already leisurely fastened his belt.
Wen Zhi looked around and said something else: "Look at the stars."
Simingchen: "There are stars in the bathroom?"
Wen Zhi: It’s in your eyes. ”
The cheesy love words came unexpectedly.
Si Mingchen asked: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Wen Zhi blinked: "I miss you so much that I feel anxious."
At this moment, Wen Zhi seemed to hear Si Mingchen laugh and quickly looked up. But he found that Si Mingchen was still as indifferent as ever.
"Sleep. I have to stay up all night."
Wen Zhi was as obedient as a little quail: "OK."
When Si Mingchen walked to the bedroom door, he turned around and found Wen Zhi still looking at him.
With his palms on the armrests, he said gently, "Go to bed."
Wen Zhi frowned: "The winter melon doll you gave me is gone, and I can't sleep."
A feather gently fell on Si Mingchen's heartstrings. He asked unexpectedly: "Do you need to hold it every night when you sleep?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Yeah. But if you're by my side, I won't have to hold it."
Si Mingchen held the door handle and said softly, "I'll help you look for it tomorrow. You go to bed tonight."
Wen Zhi: "Okay."
Back in the study, Si Ming sat in front of the computer and never started working.
He thought of the winter melon doll that Wen Zhi was holding in his arms before he left.
This was the doll he got on his senior day in high school when he accompanied Wen Zhi to the amusement park and spent 56 coins to get it.
He had no experience at the time, and it was also Wen Zhi's first time playing. Seeing that Wen Zhi was like a little puffer fish that was about to explode with anger, Si Mingchen finally helped him catch the biggest doll.
Wen Zhi was very happy at that time. He held the doll and kept surrounding him, calling him brother.
Afterwards he found out that the reason Wen Zhi wanted the ugly doll was because he made a bet with his desk mate and boasted about his doll-catching skills, and he was determined to take the biggest doll in the amusement park's machine home.
Si Mingchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he recalled their high school life.
Wen Zhi is exactly the same after losing his memory as he was then.
It was as if it brought him back to his high school days.
Sang Qi's face suddenly appeared in his memory. Si Mingchen's expression gradually turned cold, and the cigarette between his fingers gradually burned out.
In the second half of his senior year, he went abroad to study and never contacted Wen Zhi again. But he and Sang Qi are relatives and they occasionally interact with each other.
He met Sang Qi once when he was a junior. At that time, for Wen Zhi, Sang Qi stayed in China to study at Tsinghua University.
He tentatively asked about Wen Zhi's current situation. Sang Qi smiled happily and said that they planned to get married after graduation.
He didn't ask any more questions, just said his blessing.
He was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, and Sang Qi's name appeared on the caller ID.
He answered without hesitation: "Hello."
Sang Qi said: "Mingchen, I'm back home. Let's get together when we have time."
Simingchen said coldly: "Yeah."
Sang Qi laughed twice: "What is Xiao Zhi doing recently? I sent him a message today, but he didn't reply. When we get together, bring him with you."
Si Mingchen: "He is injured and needs to rest for the time being. He may not have time to reply to you."
Sang Qi asked hurriedly: "What happened to him? Where is he injured?"
Si Mingchen: "Head."
Sang Qi: "Which hospital is he in? I'll go see him tomorrow."
This time, there was silence on the phone for a moment.
Si Mingchen: "Wait until he gets better, don't disturb him for now."
Having said that, Sang Qi did not ask for a meeting again.
"Okay, then when you have time, remind Xiaozhi to call me back. I'm very worried about him."
"Okay, got it."
After hanging up the phone, Si Mingchen threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and no longer had the heart to work.
It's eleven o'clock in the evening now, Wen Zhi should be asleep.
He walked quietly into the bedroom and found that Wen Zhi was still sleeping in his usual drowsiness, wrapped in a quilt like a child.
After covering Wen Zhi with the quilt, he looked at the night scene outside the window. Just for once, he was being selfish and didn't want Sang Qi and Wen Zhi to meet.
This behavior may be a bit despicable, but he admitted that he was afraid that Wen Zhi would remember the past after seeing Sang Qi.
Since God has given him a chance, he hopes that from now on, Wen Zhi will only remember him.
He is currently unclear whether Wen Zhi’s divorce from him has anything to do with Sang Qi, but what is certain is that Sang Qi himself does not know that he and Wen Zhi have signed a divorce agreement.
Half an hour later, the sound of the car engine disappeared in the courtyard.
Early in the morning, Wen Zhi woke up and found the winter melon doll lying next to him.
He quickly picked him up, his eyes searching for Si Mingchen.
The winter melon doll was not very good-looking to begin with. Due to years of wear and tear, the emerald green fabric gradually faded and turned white.
Wen Zhi guessed that after all these years, he must have been reluctant to throw it away and held it every day.
In the living room, my aunt is preparing breakfast.
Wen Zhi asked, "Where is Si Mingchen?"
Auntie: "My husband had a morning meeting, so he drove to work very early."
Wen Zhi nodded and browsed WeChat. In the past two days, he has received a lot of messages. He gets a headache every time he looks at his phone, and he has not replied to many messages in time.
Sister Qing told him that she needed to go to the agency today to discuss work for the next quarter.
After breakfast, Wen Zhi picked and chose her clothes and got into the nanny car. Sister Qing already knows the whole story of Wen Zhi's amnesia. I have been looking at him since he got on the car.
Sister Qing: "There is a fashion dinner tomorrow night. The organizer has invited us. Do you want to attend?"
Wen Zhi thought for a moment and felt that his current injury was not suitable for attending the event: "No."
Sister Qing raised her eyebrows: "I heard that Gu Chengfeng is going too."
Wen Zhi was puzzled: "Who is he?"
Sister Qing remembered Wen Zhi's amnesia and patiently explained, "You are an incompatible rival." Fearing that Wen Zhi would not go, she fanned the flames, "He insisted that he was more handsome than you."
Wen Zhi immediately raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "How big of a star is he? Is he as famous as me?"
Sister Qing bluntly hits back: "He is considered a top star."
Wen Zhi: “…” This couple’s status is a bit high.
In the entertainment industry, although Wen Zhi is only a third- or fourth-tier celebrity, he has countless fans and is always at the top of the popularity list in every vote. He is often listed as one of the most beautiful faces in Asia. Over time, his fans have become extremely powerful.
As for why he is a third or fourth tier artist, it is purely because Wen Zhi has such a good-looking face. Ever since his debut, he was labeled as a vase. No matter what he played, he was famous for himself but not for the show.
The entertainment industry is ultimately based on works. Wen Zhi does not have any works that are popular among the public, so naturally his public recognition is relatively low.
Looking at the lost look of her artist, Qingwan smiled and shook her head.
For a fashionable dinner like tomorrow night, other young artists might be afraid of what to wear, but his ancestors never have to worry about that.
Logically speaking, with Wen Zhi's status, he would have to beg for favors to borrow even the latest models from top luxury brands, let alone the out-of-season models from the previous year.
But I don’t know what connections Wen Zhi uses to get the latest styles of major blue-blood brands every time in formal occasions, and some of these clothes are even given to Wen Zhi for free.
Therefore, fans call Wen Zhi the Young Master of Beijing Circle.
Qingwan has been in the entertainment industry for many years. She knows what matters she can inquire about and what matters she needs to pretend to be deaf and dumb about.
So she never asked about Wen Zhi's family background.
After arriving at the company, Qingwan took Wen Zhi into the third conference room and began to coordinate the next quarter's work.
Director Zhao is in charge of artist resources. Seeing the bandage on Wen Zhi's forehead, he asked about his injury with concern.
Wen Zhi followed Qing Wan's advice and didn't tell anyone about his amnesia.
Although there are many resources for Wen Zhi to choose from, there are very few high-quality resources, almost none.
Director Zhao sighed softly, "Recently, Nanxing TV is planning a reality show called "True or Fake Couples". It has an interesting plot, using a mixed model of real and fake couples. Each live broadcast requires a nationwide vote, and the fake couple with the lowest number of votes will be eliminated. Because the model is novel, the variety show has not yet been recorded, but it has already attracted the covetousness of countless sponsors and teams. We had already started discussing the details with the producer, but Gu Chengfeng temporarily interrupted us."
Gu Chengfeng's name successfully aroused Wen Zhi's desire to win. He vaguely remembered that many of the black fans who were active on his Weibo every day had nicknames related to Gu Chengfeng.
Wen Zhi asked: "Since they are a real or fake couple, there may not be only one spot, why can't I go?"
Director Zhao explained: "There are a total of 5 couples in the program team, 4 of which are fake couples and have already decided on the cast, and the only one that has not yet been decided is the real couple."
Seeing Wen Zhi's interested look, Director Zhao deliberately teased: "If you have a partner, I can recommend you to go."
Wen Zhi looked at him: "No one."
Director Zhao sneered: "I just said——"
Wen Zhi held up his chin: "Is it okay to have an old man?"
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At the headquarters of Si Sheng Group, Si Mingchen had just finished receiving a partner, and only he and Sang Qi were left in the conference room.
Sang Qi and Si Mingchen are about the same height, with a pair of phoenix eyes with slightly adjusted corners, and are beautiful and charming. He has delicate brow bones, thick eyebrows that slant sideways, and a gentle and elegant demeanor. He is a very eye-catching handsome guy walking on the street.
Sang Qi spoke first: "Mingchen, how are you and Xiaozhi doing recently? Is he still as naughty as before?"
Si Mingchen picked up the coffee: "We have a good relationship."
Sang Qi leaned against the cabinet and smiled: "Xiao Zhi was quite afraid of you before, but he probably won't be afraid of you now."
Si Mingchen was not polite: "I am his legal lover, we have the closest relationship, how could he be afraid of me."
Sang Qi took the opportunity to pick up the coffee at hand and took a sip: "When you got married, I saw that he was distant from you, and I was worried that your relationship was not good-"
Before Sang Qi could finish his words, Si Mingchen's phone rang, and the caller was Wen Zhi.
Faced with Sang Qi's curious gaze, Si Mingchen planned to go outside to answer the call, but was stopped by Sang Qi.
"Is this Xiaozhi's call?"
Simingchen: “Yeah.”
Sang Qi smiled: "Do you need me to step aside?"
Si Mingchen stopped and said, "No need."
The phone continued to ring. Si Mingchen did not avoid it anymore and answered the call in front of Sang Qi.
Wen Zhi on the other side seemed to have something urgent to do. A clear and loud voice came from the phone, and even Sang Qi could hear it.
"My dear husband, do you miss me? I have something to discuss with you. If you promise me, I can fulfill any of your wishes."
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