The bad dog, my mortal enemy, pretended to have amnesia to deceive me

The CEO pretends to have amnesia from the start. Wen Qi and Pei Yanchu were once mortal enemies in high school, like water and fire. After graduation, they went separate ways. When they meet again, Wen Qi is dealing with an arranged marriage, and Pei Yanchu is not only bankrupt but also in a car accident and has lost his memory. Wen Qi takes him in and treats his former enemy as a servant, claiming they are in a sugar daddy relationship to avoid the arranged marriage. However, what started as a false arrangement turns into something real, and the two end up in bed together. The next day, Wen Qi wakes up, accepts the situation in three seconds, and reaches out, expecting Pei Yanchu to carry him to the bathroom. “He’s already my servant, so what’s the big deal about warming the bed?”

Three months later, Pei Yanchu’s assistant finds his missing boss and respectfully asks, “Boss, the company has been reorganized according to your instructions. When will you return to your position?” The tall and handsome man, wearing a pink apron and holding a spatula, calmly replies, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Inside, Wen Qi’s confused voice calls out, “Who is it?” Pei Yanchu quickly slams the door shut. “The property management. They’re reminding us to be careful with the gas.”

Assistant: “…”

Wen Qi has been feeling nauseous and has a poor appetite lately. After a visit to the hospital, he is struck by the results of his tests. How is it possible? He’s pregnant? But they only had one instance where they didn’t use protection? Feeling frustrated, Wen Qi goes to meet a friend for dinner. While sitting in his car, he sees a familiar figure walking out of a building.

Handsome, dressed in a suit, exuding a noble and proud aura, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards. Just ten minutes ago on the phone, this man was gently telling him he was preparing sweet soup for his late-night snack and urging him to come home early. And now, he’s here?

In a flash, the strange details from these past few months came rushing to his mind, connecting together like a thread. Wen Qi clenches his teeth and smiles coldly, tightening his fingers. Pei Yanchu, This is what you say, bankrupt, huh? Fine, very fine. – You’re done for.

Wen Qi “accidentally” leaves a pregnancy check-up report behind and casually attends a matchmaking dinner. When Pei Yanchu finds out, he rushes over and confronts him, eyes red with anger, asking, “You’re pregnant with my child and going on a date with another man?!”

Wen Qi retorts, “You’re bankrupt. If I don’t go on the date and don’t enter the arranged marriage, how will I pay for the baby’s formula?” He taps Pei Yanchu’s face lightly with a black card, his voice cheerful. “Don’t worry, since you’re the biological father, I’ll let you be the mistress.”

Pei Yanchu: …

A new thread appears on a popular forum:
[Urgent! How to naturally and not awkwardly tell my wife I won a large lottery and that I’m actually pretty rich?]
Random person: How big is this ‘large amount’? Five hundred bucks doesn’t need to be shared with everyone.
Thread owner: It’s about… the market value of xx Group, around 50 billion?
Random person: Really?