In the silent night, Si Mingchen seemed a little silent, as if he was stumped by Wen Zhi's question.
Wen Zhi looked at him and asked urgently: "Where is it?"
Si Mingchen: "At home."
Wen Zhi leaned on Si Mingchen's shoulder, obviously believing it: "We will go home tomorrow, remember to give it to me."
Simingchen: "Yeah, okay."
Of the three reasons I just mentioned, Si Mingchen only had one left to explain.
Wen Zhi guessed that Si Mingchen was reluctant to tell him because of the divorce agreement they had signed.
"I--"
"you--"
Both of them spoke at the same time.
...
...
Si Mingchen explained: "Things are very complicated with your father, but I promise you that I have treated your family like my own over the years and have no ulterior motives."
Wen Zhi: "Well, I believe you."
Si Mingchen was quite surprised that a crisis of trust was resolved so quickly. He thought that with Wen Zhi's current level of maturity, it would take a long time to convince the other party before he could make the other party believe him.
When they returned to the room, their hands and feet were cold. Wen Zhi seemed to be clinging to Si Mingchen and didn't want to get off at all.
Si Mingchen glanced at the suitcases scattered on the ground, put Wen Zhi on the bed, and squatted down to help him take off his shoes.
"I thought you ran away from home."
Just now, Si Mingchen slept very uneasily, as if something was missing around him. When he forced himself to open his eyes and look for Wen Zhi under the influence of the drug, he found that Wen Zhi was gone. In addition, when he caught a glimpse of the suitcase on the ground, he became even more certain that Wen Zhi had run away.
Wen Zhi was a little embarrassed and hung his head in guilt: "I didn't run away from home, that's what children do."
Si Mingchen brought a hot towel to wipe his cheeks and hands, "Go to sleep, there is still a recording tomorrow."
Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen was about to leave and took his hand: "Where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep?"
Si Mingchen turned around and said, "I'm going to reply to an email. You go to sleep first."
Before leaving, he looked back hesitantly: "Did Sang Qi tell you all of this today?"
Wen Zhi looked out the window guiltily, remembering that he had promised Sang Qi not to tell Si Mingchen.
Si Mingchen thought he had concerns, and whispered, "We are one, you said that. Have you forgotten?"
This sentence really worked for Wen Zhi. His expression flashed: "It was a man named Sang and my father who told me."
Si Mingchen patted Wen Zhi's head and said, "Go to sleep."
After settling Wen Zhi, Si Mingchen walked into the study and sent a message to Jiang Chengshu through his email address book, asking him to expedite the customization of a pair of diamond rings.
At this time, Jiang Chengshu was sleeping, and he would see his text message tomorrow.
Si Mingchen sighed, still not knowing what reason he would use tomorrow to ask Wen Zhi to wait a few more days for the ring.
He was wondering whether he should tell Wen Zhi that they had signed the divorce agreement.
If Wen Zhi knew, would he ask him the reason for his divorce? How should he answer then? Simply put, you don't love me, but you love Sang Qi?
When Sang Qi was mentioned, Si Mingchen instantly felt anger and disgust rising from the bottom of his heart.
He wasn't sure what Sang Qi's motive was for doing this tonight. Is it because Wen Zhi’s relationship with me has improved and I’m jealous? Or is it for some other reason? Why did Wen Qishan form a united front with Sang Qi to discredit the cooperative relationship between Si Sheng and Wen's over the years?
Si Mingchen had a hunch that Sang Qi's hostility towards him did not all come from Wen Zhi, but also from other reasons.
It is said that after Wen Zhi rejected his confession, she officially fell in love with Sang Qi after graduating from high school.
If they were in a formal relationship, then there should be many photos of the two of them in the photos Sang Qi just prepared. Wen Zhi had no reaction after seeing it? Still haven't had time to watch it?
Si Mingchen stood up and quietly walked into the bedroom.
Wen Zhi's coat was hanging on the hanger, and he easily found the USB flash drive in his left pocket.
After looking at Wen Zhi who was sleeping soundly while holding Little Winter Melon, he closed the door when he left.
Si Mingchen inserted the USB drive into the computer and stared at the screen closely, mentally prepared.
When he opened the album, he found that most of the photos inside were solo photos of Wen Zhi, and the occasional group photos were of Wen Zhi with classmates or friends.
There are 1,200 photos in total, and Sang Qi appears in only 10 of them. In these 10 photos, the way Sang Qi and Wen Zhi get along is no different from that of ordinary friends.
Si Ming slumped in his chair, unable to figure out Sang Qi's motives. Was showing these photos to Wen Zhi simply to awaken his memory, or was there some other purpose?
Si Mingchen had seen the photo of Sang Qi and Wen Zhi six years ago.
That day was Tsinghua University’s anniversary celebration, and Wen Zhiyou went on stage to perform the harp. In the nine photos that Sang Qi posted on his Moments, although the two were not very intimate, there were roses and diamond rings on the dinner table.
Someone asked Sang Qi in the circle of friends if he was going to propose, and Sang Qi replied with an excited expression.
So, did Sang Qi’s proposal fail? Or was it like the rumors said, that Sang Qi had to go abroad to develop his family business in the later period and cruelly broke up with Wen Zhi?
He knew very little about Wen Zhi during the years they were apart, and mostly learned from Sang Qi and their mutual friends. Because Wen Zhi’s friend blocked him, he never added her again after WeChat became popular.
It is two o'clock in the morning. Si Mingchen is not sleepy at all. With the mentality of giving it a try, he logs in.
I haven't logged in for nearly ten years, and a lot of information flashed all of a sudden.
He took a quick look and found no news about Wen Zhi.
Because the deletion of friends was one-way back then, Wen Zhi is still on his friend list.
When I clicked on Wen Zhi’s avatar, it was a little fat chick, probably the animal raised by Wen Qishan.
Wen Zhi has loved animals since he was a child. When he was in high school, he was taken to feed stray cats and dogs every day.
Every time Wen Zhi got home he was covered in dirt and was scolded by Wen Qishan.
Si Mingchen clicked the mouse and accidentally opened Wen Zhi's space. He discovered that although they were not good friends, he could also enter Wen Zhi's space.
The "Say" column is basically all about the trivial things that happened to Wen Zhi in college, such as winning first place in a speech contest, winning the Outstanding Contribution Award at an Art Festival, etc.
These "sayings" were recorded in great detail, but there was almost no trace of Sang Qi.
If they were in love in college, how could Sang Qi not be present in their daily lives?
Si Mingchen clicked on Wen Zhi's photo album collection and found that there was a locked album with a name in Martian language: My beloved daughter.
It was founded six years ago, when Wen Zhi was a sophomore in college. The photo album has a password. Si Mingchen tried three times but failed to open it.
The last time, he entered his birthday, but still didn't open it.
This made him more and more curious about the photo album.
What on earth is inside it that would make sophomore Wen Zhi name it like this?
At this time, the mobile phone provided by the program team lit up, and Jiang Chengshu replied to the text message: "If it's Mingchen, send me an email."
Jiang Chengshu didn't recognize the program team's number, so it was normal for him to be wary.
Soon, Si Mingchen called Jiang Chengshu.
Jiang Chengshu: "It's possible to make a new pair of rings, but it will take many days. Did you lose your ring?"
Si Mingchen: "Something happened."
Jiang Chengshu: "Do you want to make just your ring, or both yours and Xiao Wen's ring?"
Si Mingchen: “Do all.”
Jiang Chengshu joked, "You are really something. You can even lose something so important."
Si Mingchen laughed and said, "This matter is my fault. Now Wen Zhi is anxious to wear it, and I am somewhat helpless."
Jiang Chengshu: "Don't worry, I'll do it as soon as possible."
Si Mingchen: "I'm so sorry to bother you so late. Wen Zhi and I will treat you to dinner some other day."
Jiang Chengshu: "It's okay, I also had insomnia and woke up suddenly."
Si Mingchen: "If you have insomnia, I have a tea specially prepared by the doctor. I will send you some later."
Jiang Chengshu: "Okay, bye."
The two exchanged a few pleasantries and Si Mingchen hung up the phone.
After turning off the computer, he was about to go to bed when he was suddenly startled by Wen Zhi standing at the door.
Wen Zhi had obviously just woken up, and his hair was frizzy.
Si Mingchen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Are you having a nightmare?"
Wen Zhi spoke in a submissive tone and responded a little slowly: "Who are you calling?"
Si Mingchen was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained: "Because it's urgent, I asked a friend for help."
Wen Zhi nodded: "Then let's go to bed."
Simingchen: "Okay."
There were still a few hours before dawn, and Si Mingchen lay beside Wen Zhi and fell asleep peacefully.
The second day's schedule was not full, so we prepared a sumptuous lunch together at noon and then left in the afternoon.
The ingredients for this lunch need to be purchased at the local farmers' market, and several guests began to divide the work.
Because one of the dishes is glutinous rice cake, the production process of glutinous rice cake mainly involves continuous pounding, which mainly relies on strength. Si Mingchen took on this task.
Wen Zhi originally wanted to help him, but there was still one person missing to buy groceries, so he went shopping with Jiang Xingnan.
Before leaving, Wen Zhi asked Si Mingchen: "Si Si, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."
Si Mingchen: "I'm fine with it. I don't have a lot of money for food, so I'll try to buy according to the mission requirements."
This dinner was not just about eating and drinking, the program team had issued tasks. If the guests can work together to complete the task, then in the next trip, each guest's living environment will be upgraded.
A 200-yuan lunch should include eight dishes and one soup, including chicken, duck, fish, meat and seafood. Achieve the conditions and the mission is successful.
Therefore, an important part of completing the task fell on Wen Zhi and Jiang Xingnan.
Before Wen Zhi left, Si Mingchen made a list of the dishes and told him to control the quantity.
Soon, Wen Zhi rode his bicycle, humming a little tune and heading to the vegetable market according to the navigation. Jiang Xingnan is not very familiar with riding a bicycle and is a little slow.
Arriving at the vegetable market, Wen Zhi began to ask about prices one by one and compare prices. He planned to make a relative overall decision before buying all at once.
"Big sister, your crabs are good, can you make them cheaper?" Wen Zhi came to the cheapest seafood store and started to get bargains: "After looking all the way, I think the seafood at Big Sister's is the freshest."
The lady selling seafood smiled and said, "Of course, the local residents all come to my house to buy crabs. If you want more crabs, I can give you one as a gift."
Wen Zhi: "Thank you so much, I want eight in total, I wish you good fortune."
The eldest sister is a straightforward person: "The clams in my house are also good. I'll give you a handful."
[Wen Zhi is very good at speaking. ］
[She is sweet-mouthed and good-looking, and everyone likes her. ］
[Is Jiang Xingnan a little bit socially anxious? It seems like he doesn't like to talk. ］
[The initiative in buying groceries lies entirely with Wen Zhi, who is a relatively introverted person. ］
After paying, Wen Zhi discovered that the complimentary clams could also be made into a soup, so he picked them up and gave them to Jiang Xingnan: "Let's go buy roast duck, and you can bargain for it this time."
Jiang Xingnan was stunned: "You should go, I don't know how to do it."
Wen Zhi’s idea was actually very simple, which was to give Jiang Xingnan more shots, but Jiang Xingnan didn’t seem to want to communicate with others.
"Okay, I'll go buy it." Wen Zhi didn't force him.
Soon they bought everything on the menu and spent a total of 250 yuan. Passing by a stall selling old hens, Wen Zhi discovered that the meat of these local chickens was of good quality and was not mass-farmed in a factory, so he jumped out of the car and bargained with the owner.
After several rounds, Wen Zhi spent 50 yuan to buy an old hen.
The chicken cage was hung on the basket. Jiang Xingnan asked him, "We spent a total of 300 yuan, but the production team only gave us 200 yuan. How did you pay the rest?"
Wen Zhi: "I filled in some private money."
Although Jiang Xingnan was curious about where the private money came from, he did not ask.
[Wen Zhi had received a reward before, and he probably contributed his small treasury. ］
[Indeed, otherwise 200 yuan would not be enough. ］
[What a little angel. ］
After returning, everyone took over the things purchased by Wen Zhi and Jiang Xingnan and prepared lunch.
After seeing the old hen in Wen Zhi's hand, Sang Qi smiled and asked, "Xiao Zhi, you picked a good chicken."
Although Wen Zhi didn't know how to face Sang Qi after what happened last night, he still replied, "Yam and hen soup, it's good for your health."
Sang Qi took it and said, "Thank you, Xiaozhi, that's thoughtful."
Wen Zhi didn't give it to him, and said with his own thoughts: "I'll stew it. Sisi likes to eat tender food."
He bought this chicken for Si Mingchen. Si Mingchen has been staying up late to handle work these past two days, which makes him feel very distressed.
A hint of surprise flashed across Sang Qi's face.
Didn’t what he said to Wen Zhi yesterday work?
But when Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen went downstairs, their attitudes were obviously not right. They must have taken it to heart.
Simingchen came over at this time: "It's not cheap."
Wen Zhixuan said: "I spent our bonus to replenish your body."
Simingchen glanced at Sang Qi coldly, then looked at the old hen: "Does anyone here know how to pluck feathers?"
Wen Zhi looked at the people who were cooking inside, and they shook their heads.
"I'll pull it out."
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi's unreliable appearance and said, "Just give it to me."
The people in the house started cooking, and the task of plucking the chicken feathers was given to Si Mingchen.
Wen Zhi followed Si Mingchen to the yard, looked at Si Mingchen's professional appearance, and began to flatter him: "Si Si, can you also pluck chicken feathers?"
Simingchen said calmly: "No."
Wen Zhi: "Then...what are you going to do?"
Si Mingchen: "Baidu."
Wen Zhi clicked his tongue and shook his head, then turned around and went to the kitchen to help.
Soon, a large table of dishes was ready. When they sat down, Sang Qi and Jiang Xingnan deliberately sat next to Wen Zhi.
Sang Qi observed the interaction between Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen, and became increasingly certain that Wen Zhi did not distance herself from Si Mingchen because of what he said yesterday. Just as he was pondering it over and over again, he inadvertently caught a slightly sharp look from his boss Ming Chen.
Sang Qi smiled and said to Wen Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, do you know that I like to eat clams? I remember that you don't like them."
Wen Zhi shook his head: "I don't know, the clams were given to me by my boss when I bought crabs, and Sisi likes to eat crabs."
Sang Qi was embarrassed for a moment, and Simingchen said, "Thank you, Xiaozhi, for the crabs."
Wen Zhi held the rice in his hand: "You're welcome."
Sang Qi likes to call him Xiaozhi. Now hearing Si Mingchen shouting like that, he felt unhappy.
Jiang Xingnan noticed that a piece of duck meat was picked up for him: "I remember you like roast duck."
Sang Qi didn't say anything. He took a bite and didn't move his chopsticks.
[Does Sang Qi know Wen Zhi? I actually had the illusion that Sang Qi liked Wen Zhi. ］
[I feel that in the relationship between Sang Qi and Jiang Xingnan, Jiang Xingnan seems to be the active one and is more humble. ］
[Wen Zhi is also a proactive person, but I don’t think Wen Zhi is humble. ］
[Mr. Si is also very nice to Wen Zhi, but Sang Qi is always cold to Mr. Jiang, so the impression is a little worse. ］
[I don't like this couple, they don't look sweet at all. ］
The old hen soup tasted very delicious. Sheng Bai and Xie Jing praised it highly and thanked Wen Zhi: "Thank you, Xiao Zhi, for buying vegetables. It's not an easy job. You bought so much for 200 yuan. It's really good."
Wen Zhi did not mention the fact that he had embezzled his own private money. After all, the amount of money was not much, and the most important thing was to ensure that everyone could pass through the customs smoothly.
Jiang Xingnan said at this time: "Xiao Wen seems to have spent his own money."
The others looked at Wen Zhi, and He Jones asked, "Where did Xiao Zhi get the money?"
Wen Zhi: "Sisi and I had a thousand dollars in cash from our last competition, and we used some of it."
Xie Jing said embarrassedly: "Thank you so much."
In fact, many of the extra dishes were Si Mingchen’s favorites. Wen Zhi didn’t feel that he had made much contribution to everyone and felt very embarrassed.
"It's okay. I still have plenty anyway."
Si Mingchen helped Wen Zhi roll the roast duck: "Thank you for your hard work."
Wen Zhi didn't stretch out his hand, but just opened his mouth: "Ah~"
Everyone was looking at them, as if waiting for them to show their affection.
Si Mingchen fed the roast duck to Wen Zhi and scratched his nose inadvertently with his finger: "How is it?"
Wen Zhi: "It's delicious."
[That would be great if they could really be a couple. ］
[Alas, after the variety show is over, I don’t know if they will still keep in touch privately. ］
[Have you forgotten? Someone revealed that Si Mingchen has a boyfriend. ］
[Is this true or false? I don't believe that Si Mingchen has a boyfriend and still comes to record the variety show. ］
[They were originally a real and fake couple. Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi were a fake couple, they were just acting. Since it's just acting, it doesn't matter if you have a partner, right? Just treat it as a TV drama. ］
[agree. In private, Wen Zhi might not even be able to see Si Mingchen, they are not the same kind of people. ］
The variety show ended and the guests went home.
Before leaving, Sang Qi took the opportunity when Si Mingchen was talking to the staff to call Wen Zhi aside.
Sang Qi got straight to the point: "Xiao Zhi, you...don't believe what I said?"
Wen Zhi said frankly: "You have a misunderstanding about Sisi."
Sang Qi smiled and said, "I didn't misunderstand him. I just stated the facts. If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Wen. He knows these things too."
Wen Zhi actually felt that Wen Qishan’s feedback to him was rather strange. “I asked my dad, but Sisi explained that the matter between Si Sheng and our company was very complicated, but he had never done anything to let our family down.”
Sang Qi suddenly asked: "Did you tell him what I told you?"
Wen Zhi: “Yeah.”
Sang Qi stared at him: "But Xiaozhi, you promised me yesterday that you would not tell Mingchen about this. How can I get along with Mingchen in the future if you do this?"
He didn't expect Wen Zhi to explain all these things to Si Mingchen so directly, and the reaction was completely beyond his expectations.
Wen Zhi looked up at him: "But if I didn't ask, and Sisi and I had a misunderstanding because of these things, who would be responsible?"
Sang Qi looked hurt: "Xiao Zhi, do you think I am meddling in your business again?"
Wen Zhi frowned: "I didn't mean that."
Sang Qi persuaded him gently: "I really do this for your own good."
Wen Zhi: "I know. If your starting point is not for me, we have already broken up at this time."
Over there, Si Mingchen had already finalized the final itinerary with the program crew. After Wen Zhi heard Si Mingchen calling his name, he trotted away, leaving Sang Qi alone.
About four hours later, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen returned to their home in Jiangjing City.
After the long journey, both of them were very tired.
But Si Mingchen had something important to do, so he just sent Wen Zhi back and hurried back to the company with his assistant to handle things.
Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen's car reluctantly, and his expression was seen clearly by Assistant Wen.
These days, he saw all the interactions between their President Si and Wen Zhi.
He even thought at one point that Si Mingchen had the idea of reconciling with Wen Zhi.
After all, the performance in the variety show doesn't seem like acting.
Assistant Wen asked, "Boss Si, Boss Chen and the others heard that you're coming back today and they want to invite you to dinner."
Simingchen: "Do you have time?"
Assistant Wen checked the schedule: "There is only one international meeting in the afternoon, which will end at four o'clock."
Si Mingchen: "Tell him I can go."
Assistant Wen: "Okay."
On this side, Wen Zhi returned home and couldn't wait to invite Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan to a party. It happened that Ming Yantang was off today, so he readily agreed.
Wen Zhi has lost his memory and is not familiar with the fun places in Jiangjing City, so he simply invites the two to his home.
Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan were shocked: "Doesn't your husband have mysophobia? When we wanted to visit your house before, you had to ask for his permission, so we didn't go."
Wen Zhi exclaimed, "Really? Then let me ask."
Si Mingchen was in a meeting when his cell phone rang. According to the usual practice, Assistant Wen would hang up the phone directly, but after Si Mingchen saw the caller ID, he suspended the meeting.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The voice was slightly different from the serious and solemn one just now.
Wen Zhi asked cautiously: "Sisi, can I invite friends to come to my house today?"
Simingchen laughed in silence: "Of course, this is your home."
Wen Zhi's voice became cheerful: "OK. What time will you be back in the evening?"
Si Mingchen: "I have a party tonight, try to go back early."
After hanging up the phone, the gentleness on Ming Chen's face had not faded, but he was a little hesitant.
He was thinking, why did Wen Zhi ask him before inviting friends to his house? Was it because he did not give Wen Zhi a sense of security?
He didn't like this way of getting along, as it reminded him of their four-year marriage which had been like stagnant water.
In the evening, Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan came to visit.
Wen Zhi led them for a walk along the Si family's garden.
The house here is the ancestral home of Si Mingchen's family. It was originally named Si Mansion. After careful renovation, it perfectly blends modern and retro styles.
Si Mansion is an old house, divided into front yard and back yard.
The backyard is currently uninhabited and contains some collectible antiques. The front yard, which is where Wen Zhi currently lives, is approximately 6,000 square meters and is very spacious.
Ming Yantang sighed: "You and Si Mingchen have been married for four years, and we only came here when you got married."
Wen Zhi became interested: "Is my wedding with Sisi beautiful?"
Ming Yantang commented: "It's quite luxurious."
Wen Zhi lamented, "But I don't remember. Sisi and I will come to record it when we have time and watch it together."
Qiao Juan had followed Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen's variety show out of curiosity. Seeing Wen Zhi addressing Si Mingchen in such a cheesy way, he teased, "It seems that since you lost your memory, your relationship with Si Mingchen has become much better than before."
Wen Zhi asked: "Did Sisi and I have a bad relationship before?"
Qiao Juan nodded: "It's not bad, just a bit bland."
Wen Zhi nodded and took the two of them to see his treasure house.
The reason why it is called the Treasure Pavilion is because the items here are extremely valuable, and they were all collected by Wen Zhi over the years. If converted into money, these things would be enough to buy a hundred villas.
Ming Yantang looked at his watch and said, "The only good thing about your husband is that he is willing to spend money on you."
Qiao Juan agreed: "Yes. You can't use money to judge whether a man loves you. But if he is reluctant to spend money on you, he definitely doesn't love you."
Wen Zhi liked to hear words from the two of them that showed that Si Mingchen valued him, because it showed that his four-year marriage was actually very sweet.
"Sisi won't be home tonight, so let's have barbecue together."
Ming Yantang: "OK, no problem."
The three of them chatted more and more excitedly, and in the evening they simply leaned on the sofa to eat barbecue with a movie in front of them.
There are many servants in the Si Mansion, but Si Mingchen likes quietness, so they basically stay on standby in the backyard.
This time when Wen Zhi was having barbecue, they came over to help prepare it.
Wen Zhi said to the servant, "Please help us open two bottles of red wine."
The servant was slightly startled: "Are we going to the sir's wine cellar?"
Wen Zhi looked at her aunt's hesitant attitude and asked in a low voice: "Is it inconvenient?"
The servant shook his head hurriedly: "It's not inconvenient. It's just that I don't know much about red wine, and I don't know what kind you like to drink. Otherwise, I will go with you to get it?"
Wen Zhi: "Okay."
The first basement floor is Si Mingchen’s wine cellar, where the wines have been collected since his grandfather’s generation.
Pushing open the heavy door of the wine cellar, what comes into view is a five-story open staircase.
Countless wine collections are displayed in natural-colored oak cabinets. The mortise and tenon structure is stable and earthquake-resistant, ensuring that each bottle of wine is protected from light and maintained at a constant temperature and humidity.
Wen Zhi exclaimed: "There are so many bottles of wine here."
The servant smiled and said, "Take a look, which bottle do you want?"
Walking into the wine cellar, Wen Zhi discovered that the wines were displayed according to year. He walked along the wooden shelves and took two bottles from the top shelf labeled Romanee-Conti.
The servant sighed, no wonder he was such a spoiled young master. Take any two bottles of wine, and they are the most expensive in the entire wine cellar.
But he was very curious. Master Wen and Mr. Si had been married for so long, but he rarely set foot in Mr. Si's private territory.
When Wen Zhi wanted to give red wine to his friend, he suggested taking the wine from the wine cellar, but Wen Zhi refused.
The reason was that it was Mr. Si's treasure and he couldn't take it casually.
Why did you suddenly change your personality today?
Back in the bedroom, Wen Zhi opened the red wine and poured three glasses for the two of them.
Ming Yantang looked at the logo on the bottle and joked, "Okay, Xiao Wen, you are really loyal. You are willing to give out such expensive wine."
Wen Zhi didn't understand and said softly, "I just took it casually."
Qiao Juan knows a lot about red wine. After the red wine was fully decanted in the glass, she took a sip and commented, "The value of this bottle of wine is not a question of whether it is expensive or not, but that it is not being sold or resold at all. It is really amazing that your husband can have this kind of wine."
Wen Zhi covered the remaining red wine and held it in his arms: "Then let's leave some for Sisi."
Ming Yantang laughed at him: "My husband is very strict."
Wen Zhi picked up the barbecue: "I am not."
On the other side, Si Mingchen was about to say goodbye to his good friend.
In the bar, their group of people attracted a lot of attention, especially Si Mingchen, who took off his suit and sat in the middle of the sofa in silence. Under the colorful lights, he looked a bit abstinent and very eye-catching.
The people in the next booth had been staring at them for a long time.
Chen Yu was enjoying his drink and tried to stop him: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Is there a little goblin waiting for you at home?"
Si Mingchen said calmly: "Well, you are right. Wen Zhi is waiting for me to go home."
Chen Yu frowned disdainfully: "You are really spoiling the fun by leaving like this. Next time we have a party, bring that bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti from your home."
Siming replied with two words: "Dream on."
A friend next to him joked: "Mingchen has kept that bottle of wine hidden for more than ten years since he bought it. It's more important than his wife, right?"
Si Mingchen straightened his sleeves and ignored them.
When he got home, Si Mingchen heard from the servant that Wen Zhi and the others were barbecuing upstairs. Knowing that the guests had not left yet, he tidied his clothes and prepared to greet them.
Stepping on the stairs, Si Mingchen was looking forward to going home and meeting Wen Zhi for the first time.
He wondered if Wen Zhi would give him a warm hug and then act coquettishly and tell him that she missed him?
Si Mingchen smiled lightly and walked to the bedroom door.
Inside, Wen Zhi was lying on Ming Yantang, mumbling something.
He has a moderate alcohol tolerance, so after just two sips he started talking nonsense. Ming Yantang couldn't do anything with him, so he hugged him and listened to him chattering.
Empty wine bottles were scattered at the feet. Wen Zhi sat on the carpet, holding the half-remaining bottle of wine and suddenly burst into tears.
Qiao Juan tried to comfort him: "What happened? Tell me what's going on."
Wen Zhi shook his head painfully: "In fact, I have been hiding something in my heart, and I can't tell anyone. So I feel very uncomfortable now."
Ming Yantang asked: "What's the matter? Tell us."
Wen Zhi wiped his nose, and his nose suddenly felt sore: "You don't know, since I lost my memory, Sisi and I have never applauded for love. After living for twenty-seven years, I don't even know what it feels like."
Ming Yantang was very surprised: "Could it be that you are recording a variety show and Si Mingchen is worried that it is inconvenient?"
Wen Zhi shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed to say: "No. Because he is not very good at that aspect."
Outside the door, Si Mingchen paused and his temple throbbed.
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