Wen Yan closed her eyes, put her hands together, and began to make a wish.
[I hope the Si family stays safe and healthy, and that Old Master Si lives a long life. I hope Second Brother Si stops being so blindly in love, confesses his feelings to Beauty Ruan soon, and they get back together. I hope the third brother finds success in his career, the fourth brother and Little Zhizhi bathe in the river of love, the fifth brother becomes an Olympic champion soon, and Little Youyou succeeds in her studies and meets a man who truly treats her well.]
[As for Iceberg Si, I hope that in his next marriage, he can meet a woman who truly loves him—]
Before she could finish her wish, she was suddenly pulled into a man's embrace.
Wen Yan opened her eyes and looked at the man leaning down towards her, a trace of confusion in her eyes. Hubby, what are you doing... mmph.
The rest of her words were entirely swallowed by the man's thin lips.
She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the force of his kiss carried a hint of punishment and ferocity.
He seemed angry.
She hadn't offended him, had she?
Sensing her confusion, the man softened the intensity of his kiss slightly.
His crisp, masculine scent, mixed with the faint aroma of red wine, invaded all of Wen Yan's senses.
She looked at the man so close to her, her long eyelashes fluttering lightly.
He was looking at her too, his dark eyes deep and pitch-black, like a whirlpool threatening to suck her deep inside.
He sucked gently on her lips, then pried her teeth apart—
His kiss was dominant and fierce.
Wen Yan wasn't repulsed by his kiss; in fact, her whole body felt a tingling sensation, as if an electric current had passed through her.
Although he had kissed her before, he had never kissed her this deeply.
She wasn't very experienced with kissing, and even less so with catching her breath.
After a while, she felt completely breathless.
She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away a little, but the man's large hand gripped her slender waist, pulling her even more forcefully into his arms.
With their breaths intertwined, it felt as if a ball of fire was welling up in Wen Yan's chest.
She stared blankly at the man in front of her. He was usually so cold, ascetic, and aloof from women, but right now, his eyes carried an intense affection that almost left her defenseless.
The depths of his profound eyes were no longer clear; the corners of his eyes were flushed a crimson red, like a rich glass of red wine, rippling with a bewitching, cold, and lustful haze.
An out-of-control Si Moyan was both sexy and captivating.
[Awoo, this dog of a man needs to stop baiting me, or I'm going to become a hooked fish.]
Si Moyan suddenly realized that he had lost control just now.
The large hand wrapped around Wen Yan's waist loosened a bit. Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he said in a low, hoarse voice, Yan Yan, in this life, I will only have you as my wife.
In other words, even if she left in the future, he would never marry another woman.
Wen Yan blinked and let out an oh.
Si Moyan wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Shall we continue watching the shooting stars, hmm?
Wen Yan, ...
[He's just done kissing? Is there no follow-up?]
[Why isn't he taking it a step further? I really wonder how sexy it would be to make him cry.]
Si Moyan, ...
What exactly was going through that little head of hers?
Make him cry?
Just who would be making who cry?
[A man's tears are a lethal weapon.]
Si Moyan gently squeezed her delicate shoulder. Focus on watching.
As soon as his words fell, a few more shooting stars streaked across the sky.
Wen Yan's eyes curved into crescents, her smile never fading.
Tonight was undoubtedly the happiest day since she had transmigrated here.
After watching the shooting stars, the two returned downstairs.
Wen Yan traced her slender, white fingers across the man's palm. Hubby, want to take a shower together?
Si Moyan's Adam's apple bobbed. No.
Wen Yan shot him a playful glare. Actually, I'm not opposed to living a proper married life, you know.
Si Moyan's gaze darkened as he looked at her. Heaven knew how much restraint it took for him to reject her.
Not yet.
His heart had already fallen, but he couldn't let her have his body just yet.
Otherwise, he was afraid he would lose whatever little appeal he still had to her.
Looking at his reddening ears, Wen Yan couldn't help but chuckle. Afraid I'll mock you for having terrible skills?
The man didn't say a word. His large hands pressed against her shoulders, and he pushed her straight into the bedroom.
He was terrified that he would lose control of himself in the next second.
After closing the bedroom door for Wen Yan, Si Moyan went into another room.
He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tips of his ears still burning hot.
The heart in his chest was beating fiercely like a war drum.
He once thought that he would never fall for any woman in his entire life.
Even after Wen Yan transmigrated over, he had still thought the same.
But in just a few short months, he had completely proven himself wrong.
His phone chimed with a message notification.
Wen Yan had sent him a text.
[Hubby, remember to lock your doors and windows. Be careful, or my animal instincts might take over tonight and I'll come scaling the walls.]
Si Moyan's usually unsmiling lips unconsciously curled upwards.
He replied to her: [Goodnight, baby.]
In the next room, when Wen Yan saw the word baby, she writhed around on her bed like a worm.
[He actually called me baby! Boom! Hit the buzzer! From this moment on, he is my chosen heartthrob! I'm going to smash the buzzer until it breaks!]
Even through the wall, Si Moyan could hear the sharp shrieking in her mind.
He covered his forehead, letting out a helpless laugh.
The next day.
Si Moyan headed to the Tang Group to meet with President Tang.
Afraid that Wen Yan would be bored staying in Hong Kong by herself, he specifically hired a tour guide for her.
The guide took Wen Yan sightseeing, trying out delicious food, and shopping at the mall.
The day passed by very quickly.
Wen Yan bought quite a few things at the mall, and Si Moyan personally drove over to pick her up.
Madam Tang called and invited us to attend a family banquet.
Wen Yan happened to have bought gifts, so she smiled and nodded. Okay.
The Tang family residence was a manor built in a European palace style, luxurious, grand, and magnificent.
Madam Tang had invited quite a few prominent socialites and wealthy ladies.
Among them was Lucy.
Lucy had agreed to date Wen Yiheng, so naturally, she brought him along to this kind of event.
It was Wen Yiheng's first time experiencing the world of the wealthy in Hong Kong.
He couldn't help but marvel that there was always a higher sky and someone better out there.
If it weren't for Lucy, with his status, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to enter a place like this.
Becoming Lucy's boyfriend made him feel as though his own social standing had significantly elevated.
Upon entering the manor, they had to cross a green lawn. Not long after Lucy and Wen Yiheng started walking, they spotted Wen Yan and Si Moyan up ahead.
For a moment, Wen Yiheng thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Why are they here too? There was no way the Si family could be connected to Hong Kong's high society!
A look of doubt also appeared in Lucy's eyes.
The Si family had a certain level of connections and status in Ye City, but they absolutely couldn't blend into the Hong Kong circles.
Lucy, you're here? A woman dressed in a haute couture suit greeted Lucy.
Seeing the sharp and capable woman, Lucy dropped her usual arrogance and greeted her with a bright smile, Auntie Wan.
Madam Wan had a powerful family background; her maiden family had political ties, and her husband's family owned Wanye Bank, a famous private commercial bank in Hong Kong with branches all over the world.
Widowed at a young age, Madam Wan was still only in her forties. After taking over Wanye Bank, she had become one of the top ten wealthiest women on the Forbes list.
Certain business operations of Lucy's family relied on bank loans from Madam Wan.
Seeing the strong businesswoman he usually only saw on TV and in newspapers, Wen Yiheng excitedly reached out his hand. Hello, Madam Wan. I am Lucy's boyfriend. My surname is Wen.
Madam Wan shook Wen Yiheng's hand and gave a faint nod.
Lucy took the initiative to hold Madam Wan's arm, chatting with her intimately.
Passing through a stone path and a rockery, the group arrived at the edge of an artificial lake.
Tonight's family banquet was being held by the artificial lake.
The long dining table was filled with delicious food, fruits, and drinks.
Many people sat there, chatting and tasting wine.
Madam Sun and Madam Lu both brought their children over. When Sun Xiyao saw Wen Yan, she happily asked for a hug.
Seeing Wen Yan blending into such a high-class environment, Wen Yiheng's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Wen Yiheng found Wen Yan an eyesore. She used to drink hand-washing water thinking it was soup. I hope she won't do anything embarrassing later!
Lucy had heard the Wen family talk about Wen Yan's past embarrassing incidents. As a good-for-nothing country girl, she should be completely out of place in high society.
But now, she seemed completely reborn, radiating a dazzling nobility and charm from the inside out.
Mistook hand-washing water for soup? Madam Wan followed Wen Yiheng's gaze and glanced at Wen Yan.
Seeing Wen Yan's bright, flamboyant, fairy-like appearance, a flash of disgust crossed her eyes.
Lucy caught Madam Wan's dislike for Wen Yan.
Madam Wan's husband had died young because he was having an affair by the sea with a woman who looked like a vixen. They hadn't noticed the rising tide and were swept away by the waves. When they were found, they were naked and holding each other tightly.
That year, Madam Wan had just given birth to her youngest daughter and was in her postpartum confinement.
Lucy leaned in close to Madam Wan's ear and told her all the embarrassing things Wen Yan had done.
Madam Wan sneered coldly. The standard of the Tang family's banquets is really getting lower and lower. Any random cat or dog can get in now?
Madam Tang, who was speaking with Si Moyan, paused slightly.
She frowned and looked at Madam Wan. Sister Wan, are you talking about the gentleman behind you? I don't recall inviting him.
The person standing behind Madam Wan was Wen Yiheng.
Lucy's expression changed slightly. Auntie Tang, he is my boyfriend.
Madam Tang chuckled softly. Publicly exposing people's shortcomings outside is quite low-class. Lucy, your taste is getting worse.
Unable to directly confront Madam Wan, Madam Tang aimed her fire at Lucy.
Lucy secretly gritted her teeth.
She didn't understand why Madam Tang was defending Wen Yan and Si Moyan.
When exactly did they get involved with each other?
Madam Wan had Lucy and Wen Yiheng sit next to her. She narrowed her eyes slightly at Madam Tang. As a friend of many years and a neighbor, you should know that I don't like women who look like vixens.
Wen Yan, who was holding Sun Xiyao, raised the corner of her eyes slightly.
A woman who looks like a vixen—was she referring to her?
Xiyao, do you know who that old witch is?
Sun Xiyao nodded. She leaned close to Wen Yan's ear and told her Madam Wan's name.
Wen Yan checked in her system.
Soon, her beautiful eyes widened.
Good heavens!
This witch who discriminated against her beauty had some incredibly melodramatic gossip! It was unbelievable!
Where did she get the nerve to criticize her?
Oh, I remember now. Is she the beautiful fortune-telling master you told me about a few days ago?
Madam Wan looked at Wen Yan with disdain and contempt. Swindling people at such a young age. Women with this kind of vixen look are the best at bewitching people's hearts.
Si Moyan furrowed his sword-like eyebrows. Madam Wan, has my wife offended you?
Madam Wan sneered. I just can't stand seeing someone deceive my sister. Last time she was tricked by the Mu family, and this time I have to make sure she keeps her eyes open.
After saying that, Madam Wan took off the jade bracelet she was wearing and tossed it lightly onto the table. She looked at Wen Yan with a sharp gaze. Since you know how to read faces and tell fortunes, why don't you do a reading for me? If you're accurate, this jade bracelet worth over a hundred million will be yours.
Wen Yiheng gasped.
As expected of a wealthy woman, casually tossing an item worth hundreds of millions.
Madam Wan, Wen Yan is my younger sister. My family even had to pay to get her into university. She doesn't know anything about reading faces or fortune-telling.
Wen Yiheng glanced at Wen Yan. In this kind of high-end setting, you should just leave quickly. Don't embarrass yourself here!
Miss Wen and Mr. Si are distinguished guests I invited. Anyone who disrespects them is disrespecting me, Madam Tang spoke up in their defense.
Madam Wan sneered. Tang Jing, your husband called me today wanting to secure a ten billion loan from our Wanye Bank. Are you sure you want to fall out with me over an outsider?
A hint of embarrassment appeared in Madam Tang's eyes.
Si Moyan didn't want Wen Yan to suffer this anger. He walked to her side, his large hand grasping hers. Let's go!
Wen Yan held Si Moyan's large hand in return, smiling and shaking her head.
She didn't have a fragile heart; she wouldn't feel bad just because someone said a few words about her.
On the contrary, Madam Wan asking her to tell her fortune was simply bringing humiliation upon herself!
Wen Yan looked at Madam Wan, the corners of her lips curling up slightly. Since Madam Wan wants me to tell her fortune, I suppose it would be disrespectful to decline.
I just hope you won't be crying later—
