CH 3.1

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Translated by Lilac

Edited by Lilac

The movement on the hospital bed attracted Wen Qishan’s attention, who was talking with the doctor at the door. He turned around in a hurry and frowned, “Don’t you move!”

Wen Zhi’s eyes cleared, and after seeing Wen Qishan’s face, a few moments of dismay suddenly hung over him.

“Dad, why are you so old?”

Wen Qishan stared at Wen Zhi with complicated eyes, “Does your head hurt? Do you know who you are?”

Wen Zhi was puzzled, “Of course I know.”

The team of doctors had already come over for a consultation, and Wen Zhi was getting more and more dizzy as he looked at his snow-white hospital gown and the monitor next to him.

The doctors patiently examined Wen Zhi’s head wound and talked in low voices with the other doctors, interspersed with many technical terms that Wen Zhi did not understand.

According to the CT, Wen Zhi did have damage to the amygdala and hippocampus, and there should be a loss of memory.

If Wen Zhi’s memory is intact, then this case is worthy of study by the medical profession and it may be a breakthrough in clinical difficulties.

“Wen Zhi, do you remember how old you are?”

After being so touched on the head by the doctors, Wen Zhi belatedly felt the pain of the wound.

Looking through the surface of the glass of water in front of him, Wen Zhi realised that his head was almost completely wrapped up, as if he had had plastic surgery, with only a pair of eyes and his mouth showing.

There were even a few drops of bright red blood left on bandages, which looked miserable.

He grimaced in pain, “17 Ah.”

Now Wen Qishan was anxious: “17? Think again carefully about what you were going to do this morning?”

“This morning…”

When mentioning this matter, Wen Qi Zhi had no reason to feel weak.

Could it be that his father knew that he was going to confess to Si Mingchen?

Is his sweet puppy love going to be snuffed out in the cradle before it even starts?

Afraid of irritating Wen Zhi, the team of doctors and Wen Qishan moved to the corridor to talk, leaving only a psychiatrist and brain doctor behind to record Wen Zhi’s specific situation.

During the conversation, Wen Zhi came to know that he had lost his memory.

He was not 17 years old, but 27.

Wen Zhi, who was still immersed in how to woo Si Mingchen, could not take it in one day and leaned limply against the bed.

Ten years of youth were gone.

He was already twenty-seven years old.

He couldn’t have gotten married, could he?

Wen Zhi anxiously inspected the ward and the doorway, and was relieved to see that Wen Qishan was busy.

He shouldn’t be married, he was still the baby of the family.

For peace of mind, he asked the doctor, “Doctor, I’m single, right?”

The doctor checked the medical records and shook his head, “No, your marital status shows you are married.”

Wen Zhi: “……”

When Wen Qishan came in, Wen Zhi was wilting like a frosted eggplant, limp and demotivated.

He looked at Wen Zhi, “How do you feel?”

Wen Zhi was listless, “I’m fine.”

Wen Qishan looked at the time and was dissatisfied, “What’s wrong with Si Mingchen? You had a car accident and he hasn’t seen anyone for all day.”

Wen Zhi’s eyes were suddenly brighter: “Si Mingchen?”

Wen Qishan froze for a moment: “You don’t remember this either? Four years ago, you and Si Mingchen got married.”

A huge surprise instantly filled Wen Zhi’s every nerve, and he smiled incredulously, “Did we both get together in high school?”

Wen Qishan lowered his eyes and looked away, “No, a business alliance four years ago.”

Wen Zhi looked at Wen Qishan strangely, his smile fading, “A business alliance? Then…does he treat me well? Does he love me?” What?

Wen Qishan said indifferently, “You two have a good relationship, and he has taken care of our family for so many years.”

Wen Zhi was happy, lying on the bed with his legs crossed and his right foot twirling lazily as he looked up at the ceiling and smiled thoughtfully.

“Why hasn’t my husband come to pick me up yet?”

‘My husband’ Wen Zhi called out very smoothly, with a hint of aggression, causing Wen Qishan to freeze for a moment. It seemed that in all these years, Wen Zhi had never called Si Mingchen husband in front of him.

“Si Sheng Group had its annual meeting today, and Mr. Si probably worked overtime to deal with his work and didn’t look at his phone.”

The assistant next to him answered for Wen Qishan.

Originally, he was still worried that their marital relationship was not good, but now Wen Zhi’s mood was completely bright and cheerful.

According to what Wen Qishan said, he and Si Mingchen did not fall in love in high school, so a lot of things should have happened during this time. Whether his love letter had been sent out or not was still unknown.

But for the time being, he and Si Mingchen had a good relationship, so there was no need to rush to sort these things out.

He only wanted to see Si Mingchen as soon as possible.

“Is my mobile phone there? I’ll give Si Mingchen a call.”

“Your mobile phone was thrown out in the car accident and was crushed by a cement truck.”

Wen Zhi nodded regretfully, if the phone was there, he could at least look at his and Si Mingchen’s penguin chat or couple space or something first.

He wonders if his farm and ranch are well taken care of after all these years.

After a series of checks, Wen Zhi looked at himself, except for his head, there was no major damage to other parts of his body, he just needed to recuperate well and he would be fine.

So he applied to the doctor to be discharged from the hospital.

When Wen Qishan saw that he was fine, and that there was an emergency at the company that he needed to deal with, he told Wen Zhi to wait for Si Mingchen to pick him up from the hospital and left in a hurry.

It was not until then that Wen Zhi had time to take a look at the whole ward. His slender ankles slipped into his slippers as he walked slowly around the room and pushed open the bathroom door.

In front of the mirror, Wen Zhi’s slender, tall figure was clearly visible. Through the white bandages, he pinched his cheek as if inspecting his territory.

The corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction as he murmured, “So soft, exactly the touch of a seventeen-year-old, Si Mingchen is blessed.”

Without delay, Wen Zhi dressed and intended to go straight to Si Sheng Group to find Si Mingchen and give him a surprise.

After four years of marriage, it should not be the seven-year itch yet, and he doesn’t know if the two of them are stuck together as glue and in perfect harmony.

The thought of him and Si Mingchen having shared a bed for four years made his face burn with heat.

Tonight, Si Mingchen should be careful about his body and not be overly intimate, right?

If the other party insists, should he refuse?

Wen Zhi raised his eyebrows and finally looked at himself in front of the glasses.

Although his face was unbeatable, this white bandage was just too ugly. Si Mingchen was hosting the annual meeting, so he had to dress up a bit before going out to be worthy of his young master’s status.

So, Wen Zhi put on his hat and went straight to the Skp.

After Wen Zhi got into the car, the taxi driver looked at him several times to make sure he was okay before heading to his destination.

Browsing through the city’s buildings, Wen Zhi sighed that Jiangjing City was developing better and better these years, much like a cosmopolitan city.

Passing by a bus stop, Wen Zhi accidentally saw his advertisement.

It dawned on him.

So, has he already become a popular star?

With his eyes looking towards the driver who was driving seriously, Wen Zhi cleared his throat and spoke at length, “Master, may I ask if you know Big Star Wen?”

The driver was confused: “Big Star Wen? What’s his name exactly?”

Wen Zhi sighed, “There is only one popular star in the entertainment industry named Wen, right? Forget it, do you know Wen Zhi?”

Driver, “No, I don’t.”

Wen Zhi folded his long legs and silently looked out of the window.

Before getting out of the car, he elegantly handed the driver a hundred yuan bill, accompanied by a flamboyant handwritten autograph.

“Keep the signature, it’ll sell for lots of money later.”

Driver: “……”

The personal items handed to him by the police in this crash were sealed in a plastic bag.

Inside was his wallet.

Wen Zhi rummaged through it cursorily and found that apart from his various documents, there were also some bank cards.

It was not clear whether these cards were Si Mingchen’s or his.

He casually walked into a luxury shop, and despite his odd appearance, the lady shop assistant came over to greet him warmly.

Wen Zhi looked at the rows of sophisticated clothing in a mature style and asked the shop assistant, “Do you have any clothing here for seventeen-year-old boys?”

The shop assistant froze, “Yes. But they are more expensive.”

Wen Zhi daintily drew out his card, “Help me match the outfit.”

Five minutes later, Wen Zhi walked out of the shop wearing a white shirt that was pure and elegant.

The shape of the shirt was very much like a college outfit, suitable for formal or casual occasions, and was a Ch's early spring show piece.

Wearing this outfit, Wen Zhi felt that is not out of place, blending in with the high school crowd, looking more younger than them.

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Soon, the taxi arrived at Sisheng and Wen Zhi was unexpectedly stopped by the security guard.

It was the annual meeting and it was normal for people to come and go. But Wen Zhi’s head was so tightly wrapped that he didn’t look like a normal party guest, so for security reasons, the security department didn’t let him in.

Wen Zhi let out a light sigh, those who doesn’t know are not guilty. He looked like this, so it was normal for people to not recognise him.

So, he covered his lips and said in a low tone, “I am Si Mingchen’s wife/husband.”

The security guard sized him up, “Wait a moment, I’ll ask Special Assistant Wen.”

Wen Zhi had been held in the heart and loved since he was a child, had never suffered any grievances, and everywhere he went others were polite and courteous.

He was a little upset when his legal and compliant status was suddenly stopped, and he skimmed his lips as he thought about asking Si Mingchen to coax him as hard as he could later before the matter was over.