Si Jingyi vigorously shook his head.
This kind of woman, all looks but with a venomous heart—a true serpent—he must never mistake her for his real sister-in-law.
His elder brother, so outstanding, would surely kick this woman to the curb very soon.
After Wen Yan came to, she saw Si Jingyi glaring at her fiercely and felt somewhat baffled.
She looked back at him, noticing a reddish hue around the area of his face associated with longevity. She narrowed her fox-like eyes slightly.
[Well, well, the cuckold's complexion isn't looking good. Seems like he's in for a bloody disaster today.]
Si Jingyi, who was just about to get out of the car, nearly stumbled and fell flat on his face.
Not only did she curse him to die a miserable death, but she also cursed him with a bloody disaster!
This woman was too malicious!
Si Jingyi clenched his hands into fists. It seemed only by desperately restraining his emotions could he stop himself from punching that detestable face of Wen Yan's.
"Wen Yan, get out of the car and come inside with me to apologize to Fei'er."
Wen Yan stretched lazily. "Alright, little brother, I'll be right there."
[Off to learn the art of sweet-talking and playing innocent. I'll use it on Si Iceberg later, hehe.]
Si Jingyi, "..."
With that malicious heart of yours, you can only be a serpent. How could you possibly learn to be a 'green tea' like Fei'er?
Bah! Bah! Bah!
Fei'er is not a 'green tea'!
Si Jingyi entered the house and found Song Fei'er in her bedroom.
Song Fei'er was hiding under the covers, refusing to come out.
"Fei'er, what's wrong? Don't you want to see me?"
Wen Yan stood at the doorway, not going in.
She had to admit, Song Fei'er really knew how to handle Si Jingyi.
Si Jingyi coaxed her for a good while before Song Fei'er finally revealed her small face, bruised purple and green.
Seeing Song Fei'er injured, a flicker of surprise passed through Si Jingyi's peach-blossom eyes.
On the way over, Wen Yan said Fei'er was hurt, and she really was?
Si Jingyi's handsome face tightened, his eyes blazing with anger. "Was it your stepfather who did this?"
Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a mocking smile on her lips.
[Song Fei'er's stepfather has mental health issues. Usually, he's stable on medication, but Song Fei'er had long wanted to stop supporting him, so she swapped his pills, triggering a psychotic episode.]
[Taking a beating serves two purposes: it makes the cuckold feel sorry for her, and gets her stepfather committed to a psychiatric hospital. A win-win!]
Si Jingyi closed his eyes. He didn't want to listen to Wen Yan's nonsense.
Fei'er had always been filial to her stepfather; she couldn't possibly do such a thing!
Wen Yan continued her internal monologue.
[The three essentials of a 'green tea': play the victim, win sympathy, inspire admiration. If I'm not mistaken, Song Fei'er is about to say, 'Brother Yi, if only I came from a better family, you wouldn't have to work so hard. You're my only support now, but living here, I'm so scared.' And then the cuckold will be heartbroken and give her a villa! Hahaha, it's all about playing the game!]
Song Fei'er nestled pitifully into Si Jingyi's arms, tears welling up. "Brother Yi, if only I came from a better family, you wouldn't have to work so hard. You're my only support now, but living here, I'm so scared..."
If he hadn't heard Wen Yan's thoughts, Si Jingyi would have immediately offered Song Fei'er his downtown villa.
But now, her words were exactly what Wen Yan had predicted?
Seeing Si Jingyi silent, Song Fei'er's lips trembled.
What's going on? Doesn't he have a villa downtown?
She said she was scared living here; why wasn't he letting her move in?
"Brother Yi, I know being with me is exhausting. I understand you, and it pains me too. If the pressure is too much for you, maybe... we should break up!"
[Oho, pulling the 'strategic retreat' card again! But it works every time on the cuckold. Whenever she mentions a breakup, he gets all tense.]
Si Jingyi's handsome face darkened to the color of a pot bottom.
"Fei'er, how about..."
Wen Yan shrugged, not wanting to watch any longer.
[Whatever, the cuckold only loses a villa, some company resources, and ends up dying miserably in a foreign land. What happens to him is none of my business!]
Due to her childhood experiences in her past life, Wen Yan had antisocial personality disorder. She lacked a sense of responsibility, shame, and empathy. She only considered her own feelings and cherished her own life above all.
She lived entirely for herself. If she hadn't needed to earn 100 favorability points from Si Moyan to survive, she would have divorced him long ago and would never have remained with the Si family.
Life and death of others meant nothing to her!
Seeing Wen Yan about to leave, Si Jingyi swallowed the rest of his sentence.
"Fei'er, Wen Yan is here. I made her come to apologize to you."
"Wen Yan, come here!"
Hearing her name, Wen Yan had no choice but to turn back, sauntering lazily into the room.
Seeing Wen Yan in a red halter dress, breathtakingly beautiful, a flash of jealousy crossed Song Fei'er's eyes.
Wen Yan's looks were truly enviable.
Fortunately, heaven only gave her stunning looks. Raised in the countryside, she was an uncouth simpleton. Even her own parents and brother despised her, let alone other wealthy families.
She believed it wouldn't be long before Si Moyan kicked her out!
"Fei'er, I'm really curious, what's it like to be pregnant with a pillow and still bleed?" Wen Yan blinked her fox-like eyes, feigning innocence.
Song Fei'er's face changed color.
Si Jingyi's face turned livid. He grabbed a cup from the nightstand and threw it at Wen Yan.
"Did you come to apologize or to provoke Fei'er?"
Wen Yan nimbly dodged the cup, her slender body deliberately bumping against the bookshelf in the room.
One of the books fell to the floor.
Seeing the fallen book, Song Fei'er's face instantly paled and flushed alternately.
Wen Yan bent to pick it up. Song Fei'er urgently stopped her, "Don't touch it!"
But why would Wen Yan listen?
Not only did she pick up the book, but she also let a photo tucked inside fall out.
"Oh my, is this a photo of you and your mom, Fei'er? Huh, I don't see you, just a little boy who looks somewhat like you!"
Song Fei'er tried to snatch the photo, but Si Jingyi was faster.
Si Jingyi took the photo and looked.
In the picture, Song Fei'er's mother stood under a tree with a little boy.
His features did bear some resemblance to Fei'er's.
Si Jingyi looked at Song Fei'er with complex emotions. Song Fei'er threw herself into his arms, tears streaming. "Brother Yi, I never told you... I actually had a twin brother once, but he passed away very early. It hurts too much to think about him."
So it was her twin brother!
Si Jingyi shot a sharp glance at Wen Yan.
That serpent of a sister-in-law actually claimed Fei'er was transgender!
Seeing Song Fei'er had Si Jingyi wrapped around her finger, Wen Yan couldn't bear to watch any longer.
[Whatever. I'm not going to remind Si Jingyi that Song Fei'er's stepfather, to avoid being harmed by her, long ago kept evidence—her overseas sex reassignment surgery documents—buried next to the ancestral grave in the vineyard!]
[There's a reason the Si family became cannon fodder and got written off early. They get played for fools and still love to the death.]
[Love-struck fools are too stupid. This show isn't worth watching. I'm off to downtown for some good food. Spicy crayfish, here I come!]
Si Jingyi looked at Song Fei'er in his arms. He truly had never doubted her before.
But the thoughts he heard from Wen Yan were so vivid and detailed that he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Now, as he looked at Song Fei'er's hands, they seemed larger than those of most women. And she always wore perfume, as if to cover up some other scent.
Should he go to the vineyard and dig to see if the documents Wen Yan mentioned were really there?
