Old Master Si narrowed his sharp eyes, sweeping his gaze over Si Jincheng and Qiu Ruoshui.
In vain, he had always doted on this youngest son the most. Who would have thought the boy had long harbored disloyal intentions?
Si Jincheng had originally thought Old Master Si would be very pleased. After all, whether it was her face or figure, Qiu Ruoshui was exactly to his taste.
"Father, you often get headaches. Qiu Ruoshui has excellent massage skills. Should she give you a massage now?"
Si Jincheng shot a meaningful glance at Qiu Ruoshui.
Qiu Ruoshui immediately walked behind Old Master Si, intending to massage his temples.
Old Master Si took a breath and suddenly caught a whiff of perfume, faintly mixed with the scent from Si Jincheng himself.
Had these two been fooling around before coming here?
Old Master Si waved his hand, his aged face carrying a trace of authority. "Don't come over. Stand aside."
Both Si Jincheng and Qiu Ruoshui were taken aback.
Had they just seen wrong?
Otherwise, how could they have detected a flicker of disgust in the old master's eyes?
Had the old master changed his preferences?
Old Master Si glanced at Wen Yan, who was drinking milk. His heart felt as if scratched by a cat's claws. If he accepted Qiu Ruoshui, what would happen next? You should tell me!
"Xiao Yan, what do you think of Qiu Ruoshui?" Old Master Si suddenly turned the question to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan nearly choked on her milk.
Seriously, old man, are you out of your mind?
Why are you asking me?
In the Si family, I'm an unpopular, invisible nobody. I probably have less status than the little black dog at home!
The other members of the Si family all turned their eyes to Wen Yan.
Si Jincheng's gaze darkened.
He didn't understand why Grandpa would suddenly ask this good-for-nothing woman.
Feeling the weight of everyone's stares, Wen Yan felt immense pressure.
She rubbed her nose and replied with a bright smile, "Grandpa, I don't know anything about nursing care. You're asking the wrong person."
[Just accept her, accept her! If you accept her, the little son she later gives birth to for you is actually your youngest son's. Should that little son call you Daddy or Grandpa?]
[Ahahaha, wait, that's not right. Turns out the little son Qiu Ruoshui gives birth to isn't even your youngest son's seed. By the time your youngest son presented her to you, Qiu Ruoshui had already secretly grown to hate him.]
[She stayed by your side just to get a share of the property after you die. After the Si family goes bankrupt and everyone meets their end, she took the money abroad and kept a bunch of toy boys!]
[Sister Qiu Ruoshui is way too cool! That's the kind of life I want in the future!]
Wen Yan was happily devouring this juicy gossip when she suddenly noticed Si Moyan's deep, intense gaze fixed on her. She blinked in confusion.
"Husband, have you noticed I'm getting more and more beautiful? Are you feeling just a tiny bit tempted?"
Si Moyan gritted his molars. "Wen Yan, if you dare cuckold me during our marriage, believe me, I'll—"
Wen Yan didn't let him finish. She directly leaned her face against his shoulder. "Husband, how could I ever cheat on you? I love you too much."
[Do I look like some pure love warrior to you? Once I finish my mission someday, I'll definitely make you taste the feeling of having a pasture on your head.]
Si Moyan's face turned ashen as he pushed Wen Yan away. "Come with me to the psychiatric hospital now."
"Huh?"
Wen Yan was directly dragged out of the villa by Si Moyan.
Wen Yan roared internally.
She still wanted to stay in the living room and eat more gossip!
Every member of the Si family had a rich, fascinating, and utterly dramatic history!
On the way to the psychiatric hospital, with Si Moyan driving, Wen Yan, having nothing better to do, rested her chin on her hand and stared intently at him.
His face was narrow and lean, with sharply defined contours. His features were as if meticulously carved by a craftsman, profound and three-dimensional, handsome without a single flaw. His eyes were narrow and long, with pupils dark and profound as midnight.
He was wearing a custom-made black shirt today, the sleeves rolled up a few times, revealing his slender, well-defined forearms. His large hand, adorned with an expensive watch, gripped the steering wheel, exuding an air of noble aloofness, steady yet coldly sharp.
He radiated an imposing, untouchable aura.
[This infuriating man is absolutely the most handsome guy I've seen in two lifetimes!]
[Aside from his bad temper and short lifespan, he's really quite perfect!]
[Wow, his nose is so straight. I've heard men with straight noses are also very... in that department... hehe!]
Screech—
The Bentley suddenly slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched loudly against the road.
Wen Yan's body lurched violently forward. If not for the seatbelt, her head would have hit the windshield.
"Husband, what's wrong? Are you getting shy from me looking at you?" She glanced at the man's ears and suddenly noticed a faint hint of redness on the tips.
She blinked, about to take a closer look, when her forehead was sharply flicked by the man's long finger.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
The man's expression was stern and frosty. "Look ahead. Don't look at me anymore!"
Wen Yan pouted her red lips. "Can't even look at something nice? How stingy, husband."
[Fine, I won't look. It's not like you're the only handsome guy in the world. Besides, you're still a virgin. Probably all show and no go.]
Si Moyan's jawline tightened.
Could he block out this woman's inner thoughts?
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the psychiatric hospital.
Si Moyan's friend, Ming Zheng, worked here as the chief physician.
"What's wrong? Has her mental state deteriorated too?" Ming Zheng asked in a low voice.
Seeing Ming Zheng, Wen Yan smiled and greeted him, "Hi, handsome."
Ming Zheng, seeing the stunningly beautiful and bewitching Wen Yan without her makeup, showed a flash of surprise in his eyes. "She's this beautiful without makeup? Yu Feng and Wen Jing said you married the dinosaur girl from the Wen family and were holding a moment of silence for you in the group chat!"
Wen Yan silently gave a thumbs-up behind Si Moyan's back.
[They might as well light three candles for an early moment of silence. He's going to kick the bucket in a year anyway.]
Si Moyan turned his head, shooting a cold, stern glance at Wen Yan. "Go wait in the consultation room first."
Wen Yan rubbed her nose and walked into the consultation room, utterly unwilling.
Once inside, she leaned against the doorframe, eavesdropping on Si Moyan and Ming Zheng's conversation.
Hearing that they planned to use electroconvulsive therapy to determine if she had any mental abnormalities by stimulating her cerebral cortex, she immediately got goosebumps.
If she couldn't handle it, couldn't she just avoid it?
Electroconvulsive therapy would scare a healthy person sick!
...
When Si Moyan and Ming Zheng entered the consultation room, they found Wen Yan had disappeared.
They had just been talking in the corridor outside the door and hadn't seen Wen Yan leave.
She couldn't have gotten out.
"Huh? Where did your wife go?"
Si Moyan's dark eyes swept sharply around the room.
He noticed the window was open and quickly strode over.
He leaned out to look down.
At that sight, his expression changed drastically.
That woman was actually climbing down the drainpipe.
This was the tenth floor.
One wrong move and she would fall to her death.
Ming Zheng came over and looked down as well.
He was so scared his pupils contracted. "Your wife is insane! This is the tenth floor, not the second. Isn't she afraid of falling to her death?"
By now, Wen Yan had already climbed down to the third floor. She noticed the two pairs of eyes watching her from above.
She even freed one hand to wave at them.
She mouthed to Si Moyan, "Husband, I'm outta here first."
