CH 12

Truth game & Confession

Translated by Lilac

Edited by Lilac

‘Truth game & Confession’

With a loud “bang” fireworks exploded in his ears.

Si Mingchen could hardly hear any other sounds around him, but the sound of his heart beating violently was particularly clear in his ears.

Wen Zhi’s eyes were very bright, and shining as he smiled at him, just like the day they first met in high school.

He and Sang Qi were both members of the school’s marching band and had to train every day after school.

On that evening, Wen Zhi’s appearance made the boring training a little more interesting. The sixteen-year-old Wen Zhi was very talkative, rambling on and on and often made everyone laugh.

Si Mingchen stood in the corner and silently watched Wen Zhi.

With his bright eyes and white teeth, this passionate and enthusiastic young man was surely loved by everyone.

When the fireworks were over, Wen Zhi jumped steadily off Si Mingchen’s shoulder and turned around to look up at him.

“It was the 25th of September, during your marching band rehearsal and you happened to be under the window next to my desk during the break.”

Si Mingchen’s expression changed slightly, “And then what happened.”

Wen Zhi was a little shy. After all, these were the words he was going to say when he confessed his love.

“And then, you were arranging your uniform, you looked better than all of them in the crowd.”

Si Mingchen took a deep breath and then looked away, his voice deep: “Are you sure it was me?”

Wen Zhi nodded eagerly, “Of course, who else could it be if not you? I’m not just saying this to flatter you, but among your group of friends, everyone else’s looks are pretty average except for you.”

“Ah, no. They’re quite handsome too, but against you, they’re a bit ordinary.”

Si Mingchen asked in return, “What about Sang Qi? Don’t you think he’s handsome?”

Wen Zhi instantly became disdainful, “He is so-so.”

Si Mingchen: “Huh?”

Wen Zhi: “He’s not handsome at all.”

Si Mingchen didn’t say anything this time, but lowered his eyes and thought about something.

At this moment, the director’s voice interrupted everyone. “You can go back to your room after dinner.”

The terrace was a little cold, so Wen Zhi took Si Mingchen’s cuffs, “Let’s go back.”

Si Mingchen nodded and let Wen Zhi lead him back.

When they got back to their room, Si Mingchen was in no hurry to take a bath. Wen Zhi on the other hand was bouncing around the room, searching for new supplies in the wardrobe.

As expected, the programme team would not be so cruel as to let them wear only one pair of underwear.

After a long tussle in the bedroom, Wen Zhi did not see Si Mingchen’s presence, so he ran back to the living room to find him sitting alone on the sofa, deep in thought.

Wen Zhi approached him, feeling that Si Mingchen had been harboring something in his mind for the past two days and was a bit depressed.

“Sisi, what are you thinking about?”

Si Mingchen looked at the camera nearby, and Wen Zhi replied, “The programme team said that the show closes at eleven every night.”

Si Mingchen nodded gently and looked at Wen Zhi: “I was thinking why you like me.”

Wen Zhi was very interested in this topic.

He cleared his throat, “Because you’re handsome.”

Si Mingchen’s attitude seemed somewhat gentle: “Is that the only reason?”

Wen Zhi nodded, “Yes.”

Si Mingchen was not satisfied with this answer and said indifferently, “So, when someone more handsome than me appeared, you wouldn’t like me anymore, right?”

Wen Zhi shook his head: “I’m talking about the reason why I liked you at first sight.”

Si Mingchen was a bit more talkative than usual today and asked, “And what about later.”

Wen Zhi recalled the past: “Later on, after I had spent more time with you, I found that you were getting more and more handsome.”

Si Mingchen then laughed in a low voice.

Wen Zhi lifted his eyes, seemingly puzzled.

“So, it’s still because I’m handsome, right?”

Wen Zhi laughed, “I’m a fan of looks.”

Si Mingchen’s pupils were slightly lightened, with a hint of brown, and when he looked at someone intently, the sense of distance would become more apparent.

But as far as Wen Zhi could remember, the way Si Mingchen looked at him was always softer than others.

“Then why don’t you like me anymore?”

Unknowingly, Si Mingchen asked the question he cared most about, and he even uncontrollably remembered the divorce agreement.

The agreement stated that Wen Zhi didn’t want anything, he just wanted to divorce Si Mingchen.

Wen Zhi smiled bitterly: “How is that possible? How could I not like you?”

The divorce agreement that was hidden in the suitcase suddenly came to his mind.

He thought that anyone who was notified of a divorce would feel that the other person didn’t love them anymore.

Wen Zhi rushed forward and looked at Si Mingchen’s concealed face, and cupped his face, “I don’t dislike you, I like you the most.”

The soft touch on his cheek, like a feather, gently stirred Si Mingchen’s heart and soul.

He looked at Wen Zhi and asked, “How much do you remember about what happened after that?”

Feeling guilty, Wen Zhi lowered his head and began to desperately recall what happened.

He could only remember that he was going to confess his love to Si Mingchen, but he couldn’t recall the exact month or day.

He couldn’t explain why he remembered the day he first met Si Mingchen so clearly.

“I just remember that the time we spent together was very happy and fulfilling, like that of a couple who were meant to be together,”

Wen Zhi said as tears rolled down his face. He regretted proposing a divorce to Si Mingchen.

Although it was 27-year-old Wen Zhi who was to blame for the incident, not him, but still he was very sad.

He wanted to clarify the divorce agreement with Si Mingchen, but he was afraid that Si Mingchen would not forgive him and that it would only worsen their relationship.

If his efforts to save their marriage failed, he planned to deny any knowledge of it.

Reasoning that the aggreement was signed by him at the age of 27 anyway, not by him now.

Watching Wen Zhi cry harder, Si Mingchen pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. “Don’t cry,” he said with a helpless smile.

Wen Zhi huffed even harder and said aggressively, “It’s already like this, and you still don’t wipe my tears.”

Si Mingchen smiled helplessly and wiped his tears away.

Wen Zhi sniffled and said, “When I look at myself, I don’t understand why my skin is still so smooth and young, just like when I was seventeen.”

Si Mingchen gently wiped his tears, not wanting to hurt Wen Zhi.

“Every day before going to bed, you spend an hour applying creams and lotions, even more meticulously than a female celebrity. No wonder your skin is so soft.”

For some reason, Wen Zhi felt like laughing when he heard Si Mingchen use the word “soft”.

He took the opportunity to jump into Si Mingchen’s arms and whispered in a coquettish voice, “Then can you tell me about how we fell in love?”

This question caught Si Mingchen off guard. His tone turned slightly melancholic as he said, “We didn’t really date.”

Wen Zhi lifted his head and exclaimed, “We got married before we fell in love? How exciting! I love it!”

Upon hearing the word “love,” Si Mingchen’s heart felt a bit bitter.

Did they really love each other in this marriage?

Si Mingchen’s mood visibly sank, catching Wen Zhi off guard.

Did he ask another inappropriate question that made Si Mingchen unhappy?

Or did Si Ming not think they got married before falling in love?

Or maybe they fell in love before getting married?

Wen Zhi didn’t remember anything about the past and was afraid to ask, for fear of upsetting Si Mingchen.

After all, they once planned to get a divorce.

“Well… tell me about the happy things after we got married,” Wen Zhi suggested.

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi quietly, “Happy things? I remember that once we saw a stray dog on the street when we were coming home. We took it home together, picked out a doghouse for it and bought it dog food. You were very happy at the time.”

Wen Zhi: “What happened to the dog? Why didn’t I see it?”

Si Mingchen was silent for a moment: “You gave it to Ming Yantang.”

Wen Zhi: “Why?”

Si Mingchen: “I don’t know.”

From Si Mingchen’s description, Wen Zhi could tell that Si Mingchen really liked the dog. But it seemed like he sent the dog away without consulting him, which made Si Mingchen very sad.

Touching on Si Mingchen’s sad memories, Wen Zhi became more and more guilty. He held Si Mingchen’s hand and whispered, “When we get home, I will ask Ming Yantang why I gave him the dog. If he is too busy to take care of the dog now, I will ask his permission and bring the dog back to stay with us for a few days from time to time. If you like pets, we can have another one, two or three.”

Si Mingchen replied with a soft, “Okay.”

Actually, he didn’t like pets, but the time they adopted the dog was the best time in their relationship after he married Wen Zhi.

They went to the supermarket together to pick out dog food and designed a house for the dog.

During that time, Shi Mingchen looked forward to going home every day because Wen Zhi would be sitting in front of the unfinished doghouse waiting for him.

With the conversation reaching this point, Wen Zhi nervously fiddled with his fingers and said, “So… is there anything else you don’t like about me, take this opportunity to say it. Don’t bury anything in your heart and say nothing.

Looking at Wen Zhi’s sincere eyes, Shi Mingchen lowered his gaze and spoke the words that he had kept hidden in his heart for many years: “You are very cold to me.”

These words left Wen Zhi speechless for a moment.

How could he be cold to Si Mingchen?

He was more than happy with Si Mingchen.

Time passed unknowingly, and the clock on the wall began to chime. It was already midnight.

They had to wake up early tomorrow to record a variety show, so Si Mingchen reminded Wen Zhi, “It’s late, let’s rest.”

Wen Zhi hung his head and followed behind Si Mingchen.

Suddenly, Wen Zhi hugged Si Mingchen from behind.

Shi Mingchen’s back was instantly drenched with hot tears.

“Lets have a love affair, shall we?”