We're not a good match. Let's get divorced."* Minor celebrity Wen Zhi held the divorce papers, attempting to end his stagnant marriage with his wealthy husband. Si Mingchen was working, his calm eyes devoid of emotion: *"I respect your decision."* News of the divorce spread quickly. Wen Zhi's friend exclaimed, *"Are you crazy? Without Si Mingchen, how long can your Wen family survive?"* Wen Zhi complained, *"Seeing his icy face every day is worse than being homeless."* Hanging up the phone, Wen Zhi was ready to celebrate his newfound freedom—only to wind up in a crash shortly after. Waking up, he found his memories in disarray, regressing to his youthful high-school self. He pinched his face in the mirror: *So soft.* During the grand anniversary celebration of the Si Corporation, Si Mingchen, as chairman, drew all eyes. With divorce rumors swirling, a reporter seized the moment: *"Is it true you're single again?"* Before Si Mingchen could respond with his usual frosty gaze, Wen Zhi suddenly appeared in a lively school uniform, fluttering like a butterfly into his arms. *"Husband, I missed you so much."* Si Mingchen reflexively held his waist, momentarily dazed. *"I missed you too."* The divorce rumors instantly shattered. --- Wen Zhi had lost his memories, waking up to find himself married to Si Mingchen, the unattainable senior he'd secretly adored for years. Overjoyed at first, he soon noticed Si Mingchen’s aloofness. So Wen Zhi pulled out all the stops to seduce him. After showers, he’d expose his fair collarbones, asking Si Mingchen to fetch his coat. During work hours, he’d *accidentally* sit on his lap to review documents. Even at night, he’d whisper temptingly, *"I want a baby."* Si Mingchen’s voice was cool: *"I lack the capability to impregnate men."* Wen Zhi stormed off with the quilt, grumbling the next day: *"He’s a block of wood. I doubt he’s even functional."* Overhearing this, Si Mingchen strode in expressionless. *"Let me prove you wrong."* --- Si Mingchen had loved the young master of the Wen family for years. Learning Wen Zhi’s heart belonged to a *"white moonlight"* senior, he schemed relentlessly to wed him. He’d hoped Wen Zhi might one day return his feelings, but Wen Zhi remained cold, treating their weekly *marital duties* like a chore. Then came the divorce request. Hiding his devastation, Si Mingchen replied flatly, *"Fine."* Yet right after signing, Wen Zhi crashed—and woke up mentally rewound, mistaking him for that very *white moonlight*. Si Mingchen smiled bitterly: *"Being his substitute is enough."* *If I can’t be the original, I’ll outshine him.*