Chapter 2: 1

Chapter 1 Divorce

 

 

The autumn breeze swept across entire Jiangjing City with the last trace of restlessness in late summer.

 

In the private luxury club, three well-dressed young men were chatting with golf clubs in hand.

 

The young man standing in the middle raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and a ray of golden light fell on those watery ebony eyes. His lips were red and his teeth were white, which was extraordinarily bright.

 

With a swing, the young man has an athletic posture, with a beautiful waist extending to the line of his legs, with a slender proportion, and his bare ankles were slender and white.

 

“Was it a nice shot?”

 

Wen Zhi raised his hand in satisfaction, shielding it from sunlight, and asked the two friends next to him.

 

Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan looked at each other, and asked at the same time, “Wen Zhi, do you really want to divorce Si Mingchen?

 

Wen Zhi hummed, and after putting away his clubs, he lazily leaned back on the side of the European-style white chair.

 

“Yeah, divorce.”

 

Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi’s legal partner. He is currently the chairman of Sisheng Group, a frequent visitor to financial magazines, and a well-known financial tycoon.

 

Ming Yantang was very puzzled, “Are you crazy? How long can your Wen family last without Si Mingchen? I heard that your father has been listening to your mother’s pillow talk in recent years, and has lost money on every project he invested in. If it wasn’t for Si Mingchen’s help, your family would have gone bankrupt a long time ago. If you divorced him, your father will probably kick you out of the house in a fit of rage.”

 

Wen Zhi picked up the coffee and looked at the flat and soft lawn in the distance, and said disdainfully, “The pureness is dense, the acidity is weird, it’s not good to taste.”

 

Ming Yantang was speechless for a while.

 

Four years ago, the Wen family encountered a financial crisis, and Wen Zhi’s father, Wen Qishan, turned bald overnight.

 

Although Wen Qishan has devoted all his attention to Wen Zhi’s stepmother in recent years, since Wen Zhi’s mother passed away more than ten years ago, it was not easy for Wen Qishan to raise him this big. It just happened that the Si family, who had strong financial resources at the time, proposed marriage, and he agreed.

 

Of course Wen Zhi is not someone who is manipulated by others. The main reason why he agreed to this marriage was because he has had a crush on Si Mingchen for a long time.

 

In the first year of high school, Wen Zhi transferred to Si Mingchen’s high school. Because of his bad personality and invincible family background, he didn’t have any good friends at first, and he would often stare out the window alone in a daze when class was over.

 

It was an afternoon, and Si Mingchen, who was the representative of the second year of high school sports competition, had just finished the training of the guard of honor, and happened to appear under the window next to Wen Zhi.

 

With the flag in his hand, Si Mingchen was looking down and fixing his cuffs, revealing a small part of his arm that was lean and strong, his long legs were long and straight under the trim of suit pants, and he had an outstanding temperament, not at all like a young high school student.

 

Wen Zhi just glanced at him lightly, and fell in love with him. He admitted that he was Yan Gou, and from that day on he began to pay close attention to Si Mingchen, and that year-long ill-fated relationship began.

 

Si Mingchen’s cousin was the childhood sweetheart of Wen Zhi’s elder brother, so the process of getting to know each other was not difficult.

 

At that time, Si Mingchen was very pitiful. Because his parents died in a car accident, his family business was held in the hands of his evil uncle, and he was forced to live in school during the winter vacation.

 

After Wen Zhi found out, his heart throbbed with pain.

 

That year on New Year’s Eve, while humming about the “Good Day”, Wen Zhi took the kneading tools back to his room, cooked a big pot of dumplings for Si Mingchen, and sneaked over the wall to find him at school.

 

When Si Mingchen saw him holding dumplings, he didn’t say anything for a long time.

 

But Si Mingchen ate all those 50 dumplings.

 

Later, Wen Zhi became more and more familiar with Si Mingchen.

 

After class, he would stick to Si Mingchen to help him with the lessons.

 

On weekends, he would pester Si Mingchen to help him with fishing.

 

When he plucked up the courage to write a love letter to Si Mingchen to confess his love, he received a rejection letter in return. The reason was that the other party had his heart for someone and liked the school grass Jiang Chengshu at that time.

 

From then on, Wen Zhi’s secret love ended with nothing. After performing a piece of crazy literature, he childishly blocked all of Si Mingchen’s contact information. In the second half of his senior year, Si Mingchen went abroad to study, and the two had no contact since then.

 

Years later, the Wen family’s capital chain was damaged and it was on the verge of bankruptcy. Wen Zhi didn’t expect that he would suddenly receive a marriage offer from Si Mingchen at this time.

 

Perhaps his secret love didn’t completely die out after all, and overnight it filled up his heart more and more like a weed tainted with fire.

 

A month later, the two got married.

 

Four years have passed since then.

 

“Wen Zhi, what on earth are you thinking?” Qiao Juan’s voice pulled Wen Zhi back from his memories.

 

After returning to his senses, Wen Zhi began to complain, “You don’t understand my pain. Compared to facing his cold face every day when I go home, and paying my semen stipend every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Talking to him every day is like talking to a robot. Living on the street is better than now.”

 

Ming Yantang pointed to his watch, “Nevertheless, I still advise you to think carefully. Think about your two large cabinets of ten million dollar watches, think about your limited edition supercar that you don’t repeat for months. Even if you get divorced, with your current status in the entertainment circle, it will be difficult to maintain your luxury car.”

 

Qiao Juan rolled his eyes and said to Ming Yantang, “After the divorce, these things may not necessarily be given to Wen Zhi.”

 

Unable to bear the mending of the two, Wen Zhi retorted, “The fortune teller told me that I will definitely become an invincible star of the universe in the future.”

 

Ming Yantang was speechless, “The fortune teller can only fool rich kids with underdeveloped brains like you.”

 

Wen Zhi, “…”

 

There is no way to continue talking today.

 

Putting on his trench coat, Wen Zhi held the divorce agreement in his hand, and prepared to set off for Sisheng Group.

 

After getting in the car, he put on sunglasses and blew kisses to the two of them, “Wait for my good news, we will hold a single party tomorrow night to celebrate my return to being single.”

 

Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan looked at each other helplessly. With Si Mingchen’s tactics, Wen Zhi would probably be expelled from the house. They don’t want to cry with Wen Zhi tomorrow night.

 

The Koenigsegg supercar was sped down the road with divorce papers sitting quietly on the passenger side.

 

I forgot to mention that when he married Si Mingchen, he didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement or notarize property. Therefore, after filing for a divorce, it should be impossible for him to leave without taking any property.

 

However the divorce agreement prepared by Wen Zhi was not much different leaving the marriage with nothing . Except for the manor by the river which belongs to him, he doesn’t want anything else.

 

For so many years, it was Si Mingchen who took care of all of Wen Qishan’s shambles. Although the two were married in a business relationship, their Wen family really did not give the Si family any help or benefits.

 

In other words, the marriage between Si Mingchen and him was a really bad disaster for a long time. Moreover, Si Mingchen treats him very well and gives him the best, except for love.

 

Not long ago when he came home, he overheard his stepmother blowing pillow talk beside Wen Qishan’s ear.

 

The general idea was that they were eyeing Si Mingchen’s shares in Yueyang Real Estate, and wanted to claim it from Si Mingchen as a dowry. The most outrageous thing was that they were planning to commit a series of death-defying actions after getting the shares, and use Si Mingchen’s name to write a blank check to their long-awaited business partners.

 

If it wasn’t for Wen Zhi thinking of Wen Qishan’s kindness in raising him with shit and piss, he would have rushed in and knocked Wen Qishan’s head on the spot to see what was inside.

 

For so many years, Wen Qishan’s stubbornness, which Wen Zhi saw has reached the point of going off the rails, and persuasion simply does not work at all.

 

In order to let them give up on their intention forever, Wen Zhi thought about divorcing Si Mingchen. Without him, Si Mingchen’s burden would be less.

 

Originally, this idea had just sprouted. But not long ago, Si Mingchen’s white moonlight , Jiang Chengshu returned to China.

 

Jiang Chengshu is the young master of the Jiang family and has been proficient in art since he was a child. He is proficient in all kinds from piano and chess to calligraphy and painting. He is a well-known talent in Jiangjing City.

 

It was rumored that Jiang Chengshu went abroad for further studies and would never come back after settling abroad, but recently he suddenly returned to China for some unknown reason. If Wen Zhi hadn’t seen a group photo of Si Mingchen and Jiang Chengshu in their mutual friend’s circle, he wouldn’t even have known about it.

 

After the two got married, although they were superficial couples, Si Mingchen had never stayed outside, and even if he worked overtime, he would call Wen Zhi in advance.

 

But that day, Si Mingchen did not return all night.

 

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Wen Zhi admitted that he was sore when he saw the group photo.

 

The image of being rejected many years ago still surfaced clearly. Although, in that group photo, Jiang Chengshu and Si Mingchen were normal, without any communication, and there were even three people between them. But the shadow of his youth was at work, and he felt that Si Mingchen, with a vague resignation in his eyes, was a perfect match for Jiang Chengshu.

 

Wen Zhi couldn’t help but have messy thoughts, could it be that after Si Mingchen met his first love white moonlight, he started to get annoyed that he wasn’t a single man anymore? Then shouldn’t he pack up his baggage sensibly to make room for others?

 

Looking at the photo, Wen Zhi sighed, ten years later, Jiang Chengshu is still so good-looking, although his appearance is not as good as his, but his temperament is like a gentle and beautiful young noble, a typical cold beauty.

 

Speaking of this matter, Wen Zhi found it even more ridiculous.

 

Once, after he married Si Mingchen, he had hoped that Si Mingchen would fall in love with him, and even played the role of a cold beauty in order to please his fancy.

 

He admits that this behaviour was bootlicker, but his personality has hardwired and lasted until now.

 

He is an actor, and acting in married life is also a way to improve his acting skills. If one day he wins an Oscar, he will definitely buy a pennant for Si Mingchen.

 

These memories made Wen Zhi have mixed feelings.

 

In the car, he silently played the song “Leaving is the Best Choice” for himself, and gradually choked up in the sad melody.

 

Now that Jiang Chengshu is back, it’s time for him as an actor to take his curtain call. Let the two perform the rest of the script.

 

“Dog man, for the sake of you being nice to me for so many years, this young master will give you a divorce agreement as a gift on your 28th birthday.”

 

Wen Zhi was so moved by his Bodhisattva (kind) heart that he sobbed and sniffed as he drove.

 

Parking in the parking lot of Sisheng Group, Wen Zhi took out the mirror and wiped away the tears.

 

Even after divorce, he is still the most beautiful bachelor.

 

Stepping on the smooth and clean marble tiles, Wen Zhi put on a mask and peaked cap, and stepped into the elevator.

 

In the past four years, the fact about his marriage to Si Mingchen was only known to those in the circle

 

Coupled with the influence of the star’s work, he protects his personal privacy very well. Fans only know that his family was quite well off, but nothing else.

 

Si Mingchen’s office was on the top floor, Wen Zhi looked at the shrinking landscape under his feet, and his hands were sweating while holding the divorce agreement.

 

After today, he will truly say goodbye to Si Mingchen. After Si Mingchen divorced him, would he be with Jiang Chengshu immediately? Or will he be eager to get married?

 

Will he be invited to the wedding banquet then?

 

He should be able to be a model ex, and not to get drunk, not to say stupid things, and wish them well in peace.

 

Once this is over, he will work on his career, and strive to fulfill his mother’s last wish to have that play performed and put it on the screen as soon as possible.

 

By then, he will be a great popular celebrity in the universe, and it should be more than enough to support his father.

 

There are so many handsome guys in the entertainment industry, and it’s not like there aren’t any stars with better bodies and faces than Si Mingchen. How wonderful it is to meet someone you like and have a vigorous love talk.

 

Wen Zhi blinked his wet eyes, raised his head and stepped out of the elevator.

 

Si Mingchen’s secretary was named Wen, and everyone called him Special Assistant Wen, and the only employee who had contact with Wen Zhi.

 

Special assistant Wen was a little surprised by Wen Zhi’s sudden visit. After all, as far as he could remember, this young master Wen and his boss had very little affection for each other, and even sitting in the car at the same time, they rarely communicated and chatted, much like superficial partners who did not interfere with each other.

 

“Good afternoon, Young Master Wen.” Assistant Wen led him through the doorway and walked to the door of the chairman’s office. “The chief executive is inside, please come in.”

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Wen Zhi said thank you, and gently pushed open the office door.

 

In front of the black desk, Si Minghen was working quietly. The dusk fell through the glass on the straight suit. The man was as cold as jade, with deep eyebrows, beautiful and slender fingers flipping through the documents in a leisurely manner, and his deep facial features showed no extra emotion.

 

Even after watching it for many years, Wen Zhi would still be deceived.

 

His eyes fell on the other’s thin lips, Wen Zhi remembered that when the two were warm, Si Mingchen never seemed to kiss his lips, and when he was emotional, he would only bite his earlobe and kiss his eyes and hair .

 

All of sudden, it was as if he had turned into a male protagonist in a love-sentimental novel, so sad that his body ached all over.

 

There was no movement on the opposite side, and finally Si Mingchen finally gave up and raised his eyes, and his expression flashed with a hint of surprise the moment he saw Wen Zhi.

 

“Wen Zhi.”

 

Si Mingchen’s thick eyebrows knitted slightly, he subconsciously glanced at his phone, and found that there was no missed call from Wen Zhi. He got up and walked towards Wen Zhi.

 

Si Mingchen has a height of 190 cm with shoes on and no matter how ordinary a suit is on him, it looks like a high-end tailor, very dazzling.

 

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, clutched the divorce agreement, and said in a flat voice, “I have something to do with you.”

 

Years of habits made him so cool that every time he faced Si Mingchen, he would act coldly, behave calmly and express a calm expression.

 

Si Mingchen’s eyes fell on the folder in his hand, and he glanced at his watch, “Have you eaten?”

 

Wen Zhi, “Yeah.”

 

The two sat on the sofa facing each other. The atmosphere was as quiet as ever, much like two strange partners about to talk business.

 

The weather was not good today. Although summer was not over yet, it was already very cold. It’s okay to have sunshine in the morning, but the temperature suddenly drops several degrees in the afternoon, and the indoor warm air needs to be turned on at all times.

 

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi’s bare ankle for a moment, then turned up the temperature in the room.

 

“Prepare a cup of chocolate milk tea.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

A familiar conversation, a familiar interaction.

 

Holding the hot milk tea, Wen Zhi became more and more confused.

 

The milk tea was mellow and sweet, the taste he liked.

 

Since he was a child, he had been very resistant to bitter tasting things, and usually taking a sip of medicine could make him half to death, so he was very delicate. This was not only known by Si Mingchen, but also to all their friends.

 

It had been fifteen minutes since the two of them sat down. But Si Mingchen didn’t ask Wen Zhi what exactly was going on, but kept looking at him and waiting quietly.

 

This way of getting along is the norm for two of them. Sometimes on weekends, when Si Mingchen would rest at home, he would sit beside Wen Zhi and read a book quietly.

 

For so many years, they had never quarreled, never fought, and even had very few opportunities to chat. For friends, this way of getting along might be quite normal. But for couples, it’s extremely unusual. Wen Zhi thought, maybe this is what marriage without love looks like.

 

Perhaps when Si Mingchen would meet Jiang Chengshu, he would spend his time with him and during the break time, whispering to each other. They would watch movies with their arms around each other and discuss the plot intimately. They will go hiking, camping, and have bonfire parties together on weekends.

 

Everything he had envisioned so well before marriage, Si Mingchen would go and make it happen with another person.

 

Wen Zhi suddenly felt that he was suffocating, and was a little breathless.

 

“Si Mingchen.” He called out, his voice becoming hoarse uncontrollably, and the calm energy just felt completely dissipated.

 

“Yes.” Si Mingchen looked at him.

 

“We are not quite right for each other, let’s divorce.”

 

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