From childhood, Lucy had always gotten whatever she wanted, be it the wind or the rain.
She had never met a man so cold-blooded and heartless.
As she left, Lucy's eyes, usually brimming with pride and confidence, were filled with humiliated tears.
But she was the type of person who grew stronger when challenged.
The harder something was to obtain, the more determined she was to get it!
One day, she would make Simo Yan her man.
Watching Lucy leave with those six young male models, Wen Yan forced a smile at Simo Yan that was uglier than crying. "Hubby, you're truly a peerless good man."
[I want to cry. What on earth was I working so hard in that competition for? My little handsome guys, all gone from me. I'm just a pure, unadulterated fool.]
[So melancholy. I really want to kick that dog of a man. Driving Lucy away is one thing, but why did he have to drive away my little handsome guys too?]
[Ahhh! Those were something I won fair and square with my own ability!]
The Si family members silently retreated to the side, practically picking their ears.
Si Youyou, ignoring the sharp mental screams inside Wen Yan's head, went up and hugged Wen Yan's arm.
Her sweet little face broke into a soft, adorable smile. "Sis-in-law, when you were playing against me earlier, you only scored one goal. How did your skills suddenly improve so much?"
Wen Yan raised her index finger and gently booped Si Youyou's nose. "Because your sis-in-law didn't want to see Little Youyou cry."
Si Youyou understood instantly.
If sis-in-law had played seriously against her, she would never have had a chance to score a goal.
Aww.
Sis-in-law really dotes on her so much.
"Sis-in-law, I like you so much."
Wen Yan was utterly charmed by Little Youyou, and the sense of loss from losing the six young hunks faded away completely. "Sis-in-law likes you too."
[I'm a pentagon heart. Anyone pretty and cute lands right on the tip of my heart.]
Simo Yan glanced at Si Youyou nestled in Wen Yan's arms. Recently, the little girl had clearly become much more cheerful and confident.
The birthmark on her face had also faded.
Although Wen Yan could sometimes infuriate him to death, her arrival had made their family increasingly harmonious, warm, and joyful.
After hugging Wen Yan for a while, Si Youyou leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sis-in-law, big brother was jealous earlier. He thought you were going to accept those six handsome guys. He felt threatened."
"Really?" Wen Yan guiltily rubbed her nose. "I won the match, of course, so I wouldn't have to give your big brother up, not for those six handsome guys."
[Anyway, before completing the conquest mission, I'll die before admitting I'm lustful and fickle.]
Si Youyou, "..."
Sis-in-law, your true thoughts, our whole family actually figured them out long ago!
Wen Yan shot a glance at Simo Yan.
Simo Yan sat on the sofa, his features deep-set and coldly handsome, his expression stern and imposing, his entire body exuding an icy, keep-your-distance aura.
He did look somewhat displeased.
Could it be that she had been too obvious earlier when facing those six male models?
Lustful is one thing, but she still knew her priorities.
Having the conquest target angry with her was definitely not beneficial.
Afraid that the level of dislike that had finally dropped to 10 might shoot back up, she quickly grabbed a glass of wine and sat down beside Simo Yan.
"Hubby, it was only because I was confident that I agreed to Lucy's bet." Wen Yan clinked her glass against Simo Yan's. "Although I may look fickle, I'm actually extremely loyal when it comes to feelings. After marrying you, my heart has only had room for you. You have to believe me."
Simo Yan, "..."
Your sweet talk isn't even believable to a dog!
"I made you feel threatened, that's my fault. I'll punish myself with a drink!"
Before Simo Yan could say anything, Wen Yan downed the liquid in her glass in one go.
Seeing her finish a glass of rather strong liquor, Simo Yan slightly furrowed his handsome brows. "Don't drink so fast, you'll get drunk easily."
Wen Yan was strong in many ways, but she had one weakness: she couldn't handle hard liquor.
One glass was enough to get her drunk.
A drunk Wen Yan was both coquettish and a drama queen.
She refused to get in the car, fussing and demanding that Simo Yan carry her on his back.
Simo Yan's handsome face was cold and stern. "Wen Yan, stop messing around."
Wen Yan pouted her red lips and looked at Old Master Si. "Grandpa, your eldest grandson doesn't love me one bit."
Old Master Si immediately glared at Simo Yan. "It's only an hour and a half's walk from here back to the Shao residence. Weren't you in the special forces before? If you don't even have that much stamina, how are you going to consummate your marriage with your wife later?"
Si Jingyi nodded in agreement. "Big brother, it's rare for sis-in-law to ask for a bit of romance from you. Don't break her heart. Even if you have to kneel, you should carry her home on your back!"
Old Master Si, pulling the other Si family members along, quickly got into the car.
Without waiting for Simo Yan to help Wen Yan into the car, he ordered the driver to drive off.
Seeing this, Madam He and Wan Yu also didn't stop their car to offer them a ride.
Soon, only Simo Yan and Wen Yan were left at the entrance of the club.
Simo Yan let out a helpless sigh. He crouched down his tall frame, letting the little drama queen climb onto his broad back.
Wen Yan wrapped her arms around Simo Yan's neck, her little face resting on his shoulder. Her warm, alcohol-tinged breath sprayed against his ear and the side of his face. Her fox-like eyes, glistening with moisture, were enchanting and alluring, seductive without her even realizing it.
Simo Yan's Adam's apple bobbed. "Stop breathing on my ear."
Wen Yan was like a rebellious child; the more he forbade something, the more she wanted to do it.
Not only did she breathe into his ear, she also took a little bite of it.
Simo Yan's entire body tensed, his gaze dark and dangerous. "Not going to listen, are you?"
Wen Yan shot him a coquettish glare. "You're scolding me!"
Although her tone was accusatory, her voice was both delicate and seductive.
Simo Yan pressed his thin lips into a tight line. "Don't tease me."
Wen Yan reached out and poked his Adam's apple and collarbone. "Gege (brother), how is your servant teasing you?"
That one "Gege" nearly stole his soul away.
Simo Yan closed his eyes, exercising extreme restraint and endurance. He didn't look at her again, carrying her on his back as he strode forward.
When they reached another street, Wen Yan spotted a cotton candy vendor.
"Gege, I want that."
Simo Yan bought a cotton candy bigger than her face.
She stuck out her tongue and gave the cotton candy a little lick. "Mmm, so sweet~"
Simo Yan glanced back at her.
The corners of her eyes were tinged with a hint of crimson, her red lips slightly parted, utterly enticing.
Simo Yan's Adam's apple bobbed; his voice was low and husky. "How sweet?"
Wen Yan brought the cotton candy to his thin lips. "You taste it."
Simo Yan shook his head. After Wen Yan moved the cotton candy away, he said in a hoarse voice, "Lower your head."
Thinking he had a secret to tell her, Wen Yan obediently lowered her head.
The next second, his thin lips pressed against hers.
He tasted the cotton candy on her lips.
Soft, and sweet.
Every bone in his body felt like it was melting.
"Wen Yan, I think I might like you a little."
The woman, resting on his shoulder, stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped his handsome face.
Bad guy. Liking someone without increasing their "heartbeat" value is just acting like a scoundrel.
Simo Yan, "..."
To prevent her from leaving, he would strive to control himself, strive to control himself from now on; he absolutely must not fall deeply, absolutely must not fall deeply!
...
The next day.
When Wen Yan woke up, Simo Yan had already returned to Yecheng ahead of her.
She vaguely remembered being very rowdy last night, making him carry her on his back all the way from the Imperial Court Club to the Shao residence.
He seemed to have walked for two hours.
Could it be that she had overplayed her hand and made him grow disgusted with her?
Wah wah wah, she would never drink foreign liquor again.
Wen Yan immediately asked Dabai if the disgust value had increased.
Dabai replied that it hadn't, which allowed Wen Yan to relax a little.
When Wen Yan went downstairs for breakfast, Old Master Si said to her, "Xiao Yan, Lao Er said you'll be accompanying him to Qi Hong's studio later. Grandpa and the others will head back first. Lao Wu's swimming competition is coming up soon, so you must come home quickly to accompany Grandpa to watch the match."
Wen Yan gave an OK sign.
After breakfast, Wen Yan and Si Jingyi set off for Qi Hong's studio.
Qi Hong's studio was located in a villa. The two had just arrived at the entrance when they ran into some familiar faces.
Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng.
"Second Brother, our discussion with Mr. Qi went quite smoothly last time. There should be absolutely no problem signing the contract with him this time."
Wen Yiheng was now pinning all his hopes on Qi Hong collaborating with him to stage a comeback.
He was determined to outdo Si Jingyi and crush him underfoot.
And Wen Yan—didn't she stop to think about whose own sister she was, actually helping Si Jingyi deal with him!
If it weren't for Wen Yan, the matter of Shao Xue being a genius writer would never have been exposed.
The more Wen Yiheng thought about it, the more he found Wen Yan utterly detestable.
Thankfully Yueyue was on his side.
Just as Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng were about to enter the main hall, they spotted Si Jingyi and Wen Yan.
Suddenly coming face-to-face with the two people he hated most, Wen Yiheng immediately became furious. "Wen Yan, are you insane? Whoever I want to work with, you just have to go and sabotage it, don't you? If you want to get my attention, there's no need to use such disgusting methods!"
Remembering how Wen Yan had made him lose face, Wen Yiheng gnashed his teeth. "You really don't need to keep flaunting yourself in front of me. For the rest of my life, I will never like you as a sister!"
Before Wen Yan could say anything, Si Jingyi stepped in front of her, shielding her. His glare was even fiercer than Wen Yiheng's. "Get lost. If you don't have a mirror, can't you take a piss and look at your reflection? My sister-in-law doesn't give a damn about being your blood-related sister!"
Wen Yiheng glared furiously at Si Jingyi. "Wen Yan, you've made your own family despise you. Without your family to back you up, there will come a day when you'll be crying."
Wen Yan curled her red lips and lightly tossed out a sentence, "If you die, I'll cry right now."
Wen Yiheng's face turned from green to purple, then from purple to green.
Wen Yue frowned. "Sister, there's no need to be so vicious with your words. Second Brother is, after all, your own blood-related brother. You really don't need to curse him!"
Wen Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes. "If he pisses me off again, I'll carve the curse words right onto his tombstone."
Although she was a self-interested person, she never initiated conflict.
She always adhered to the principle of 'If others do not offend me, I will not offend them; if others offend me, I will certainly retaliate.'
Wen Yiheng, his face livid, still wanted to say something, but Wen Yue tugged at his sleeve. "Second Brother, there's no need to make a scene right at the entrance of Mr. Qi's studio. I suppose Sister and the others also want to come seek cooperation with Mr. Qi, but Mr. Qi has a connection with us. He won't help Sister and them."
Hearing Wen Yue's words, the anger pent up in Wen Yiheng's heart instantly subsided by more than half.
No matter how sharp Wen Yan's tongue was, she could never be as capable as Yueyue.
After all, Yueyue had helped Mr. Qi find his lost pet dog.
And Wen Yan—did she think she could win Mr. Qi's favor just with a mouth good at cursing?
She must be daydreaming!
Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng walked into the main hall. The receptionist girl, seeing them, immediately stood up to greet them.
"Miss Wen, Mr. Qi said if you arrived, to go directly upstairs to his office."
Qi Hong was a literary man, proud and aloof. Coupled with his low-key and mysterious nature, it wasn't easy for just anyone to meet him.
Seeing this, Wen Yiheng felt a surge of pride and gratification. "Yueyue, you really are my lucky star."
"Second Brother, next time you see Sister, don't be impulsive. She just loves to show off. She poses no real threat to you or me."
Wen Yiheng nodded.
He wouldn't waste his energy locking horns with a good-for-nothing again.
"Hey there, miss. Those two people behind us have terrible manners. They want to barge in to see Mr. Qi without permission. Make sure you stop them!"
Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng had been here to see Qi Hong twice before and had given gifts to the receptionist, so she had a favorable impression of them.
That morning, Mr. Qi had mentioned that a Miss Wen would be coming to discuss cooperation, and she had assumed it was Wen Yue.
The receptionist walked over to Wen Yan and Si Jingyi, her expression serious. "Do you two have an appointment?"
Wen Yan spoke up, "My surname is Wen. I have an appointment to meet Mr. Qi this morning."
Wen Yue let out a derisive laugh. "Sister, how could you possibly know Mr. Qi? Please don't use my name to swindle people outside, okay?"
The receptionist frowned deeply. "I only know that Miss Wen over there. I'm sorry, many people want to see Mr. Qi every day, but not just anyone can meet him."
Wen Yue covered her mouth with a light chuckle. "Sister, I know you want to secure your position in the Si family, but you really don't need to push yourself so hard. Making such a spectacle of yourself is truly an embarrassment to our Wen family's reputation!"
Wen Yiheng pulled Wen Yue's arm, steering her toward the elevator. "No need to say more to someone who'd rather die than lose face and suffers for it."
Just as the two reached the elevator, the doors opened.
Qi Hong and Wan Yu stepped out side by side—
