Jiang Shuyu.
Wen Yan's roommate.
Jiang Shuyu revealed her identity; she was Jiang Shuyin's younger sister.
Hearing the name Jiang Shuyin, Si Moyan paused slightly.
Seeing Si Moyan's expression, Wen Yan realized that this Jiang Shuyin was no ordinary person. She immediately checked the system to see who Jiang Shuyin was. By the time she snapped back to reality, Si Moyan had already agreed to add Jiang Shuyu on WeChat.
Since Wen Yan had transmigrated here, this was the first time she had seen Si Moyan add a woman other than herself on WeChat.
It seemed that this Jiang Shuyin had quite an influence on Si Moyan's heart.
Wen Yan pressed her red lips tightly together. Unconsciously, a strange emotion welled up in her chest.
A little sour, a little bitter.
Stifling, and quite uncomfortable.
She withdrew her gaze from Si Moyan and Jiang Shuyu and concentrated on checking the system.
[No wonder the dog man agreed to add her on WeChat. It turns out Jiang Shuyin was his comrade-in-arms when he was in the special forces. They carried out many missions together, and during their last mission, Jiang Shuyin even took a bullet for him.]
[That shot cost Jiang Shuyin a kidney. Later, the two left the special forces one after another. Jiang Shuyin went abroad, and the dog man returned to the Si family to inherit the family business. They haven't contacted each other since.]
[How did two people with such deep camaraderie suddenly lose contact? Should I dig deeper?]
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yan decided not to dig deeper.
In the past, she only treated Si Moyan as a target to be conquered, so she could look through his privacy without any scruples.
But it was different now. He had a certain place in her heart, and she could no longer casually check his privacy.
Even as husband and wife, they needed to give each other respect and space.
Hearing Wen Yan's inner voice, Si Moyan looked back.
Their eyes met unexpectedly.
Wen Yan twitched the corners of her lips in a half-smile, then turned and walked away.
Si Moyan quickly strode forward with his long legs and chased after Wen Yan.
He caught up with her in a few strides, his large hand grasping her white wrist, forcefully pulling her into the stairwell.
Wen Yan was pressed into the corner of the stairwell by him.
His tall and muscular body enveloped her tightly like a large net.
Wen Yan looked at the man's handsome, sculpted face and glared at him in annoyance. I am quite strong. If I push you, you will fall down the stairs.
The man remained unmoved. His large hand tightly embraced her slender waist. He looked down at her slightly, his hot breath falling on her forehead.
In the quiet space, there was a charming ambiguity.
Every breath Wen Yan took was filled with the clear, cedar-like scent of the man.
Jiang Shuyu's sister once took a bullet for me. I added her on WeChat because I wanted her to send me her sister's bank account number. I want to compensate her with money.
Wen Yan leaned back into the corner, not wanting him to be too close to her.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling faintly. Maybe she doesn't want monetary compensation, but wants President Si to pledge himself to her instead?
The man's deep dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin, crimson lips curled into an almost imperceptible arc. Then will Miss Wen let me go?
Wen Yan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
She crossed her arms over her chest, looking completely unbothered. Go ahead. When I regain my freedom, I can also go find some fresh young men...
Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly pinched her chin and leaned down to firmly block her bright red lips.
The man's thin lips were slightly cool, carrying a faint minty breath between his lips and teeth.
He held her slender waist with one hand and propped the other above her head, the muscle lines of his arm firm and smooth.
He kissed her domineeringly and forcefully, yet without losing his lingering tenderness.
Wen Yan found that his kissing skills were getting better and better.
It teased the tip of her heart, making it tremble.
It was really killing her!
Brother Daoxing, did Wen Yan really figure out Little Peach Bunny just by reading faces?
Suddenly, Wen Yue's voice came from outside the stairwell door.
Wen Yan woke up as if from a dream. She pressed her hands against the man's chest, trying to push him away, but the man grabbed her slender wrists and continued to kiss her deeply, clearly having no intention of letting her go.
Wen Yan glared at him in annoyance.
The man pressed against her lips and lowered his voice, We are legal.
Aren't you going to divorce me and pledge yourself to the benefactor who took a bullet for you?
Si Moyan held Wen Yan's bright and beautiful face with one hand, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. Mrs. Si, you are jealous.
This sudden realization and discovery made Si Moyan feel very delighted.
The smile on his handsome face became even more obvious.
Wen Yan had never seen this man smile so happily and joyfully.
Was her being jealous that funny to him?
Wait--
She was jealous?
Was that sour, bitter, and stifling emotion jealousy?
She had never been in a relationship before. In the past, the person closest to her was her master.
But she only had familial love for her master.
When it came to love, she could be said to be a blank sheet of paper.
I eat hot pot, I eat lemons, I eat sauerkraut fish, but I don't get jealous!
However, in her heart:
[Boohoo, I am doomed. My pH value is less than 7.]
The upward curve of Si Moyan's mouth was harder to suppress than an AK. He raised his long, well-defined fingers and pinched the tip of her nose. Duplicitous Baby Yan.
Wen Yan's bright face rarely grew hot, but now it was dyed with a crimson blush.
[This is really killing me. If someone else called me that, I would definitely feel grossed out by the greasiness, but when the dog man calls me that, why do I feel so weak in the knees!]
[I am doomed. I am getting poisoned by him.]
She raised her foot and kicked him in the calf.
A delicate little footprint instantly appeared on his clean, elegant suit pants.
He wasn't angry either. His deep, narrow eyes were full of pampering affection. Don't worry, other than you, your hubby won't fall for any other woman.
Wen Yan snorted.
[Sometimes a man's guilt is even more terrifying than his affection!]
[Besides, even if he doesn't fall for them, won't other women fall for him?]
However, she had always been confident. Even if she had love rivals, she wasn't afraid.
Having suddenly unlocked the emotion of jealousy, she felt a bit of novelty and excitement.
After being with him, it seemed like more and more chemical elements were being generated.
Si Moyan, what does yyaSttWy mean?
yyaSttWy was the account he used to post the dark web link in the bullet comments.
Si Moyan's dark eyes were tinged with a faint smile. Guess.
I won't guess, she said in a tsundere tone.
Si Moyan's deep, magnetic voice revealed a bit of doting and helplessness. Haven't you been calling me hubby? Why are you using my full name now?
Who asked you to make me jealous?
Hearing her admit to being jealous with her own mouth, Si Moyan's heart fluttered uncontrollably.
His tall body moved a bit closer to her. Wen Yan kept retreating until her back was pressed against the corner, with nowhere left to retreat.
He cupped her delicate, small face with both hands. Without keeping her in suspense, he told her directly, yyaSttWy—Yong Yuan Ai Si Tai Tai Wen Yan (Forever Loves Mrs. Si, Wen Yan).
Under the dim light, the man's eyes were dark and profound, like two whirlpools that would deeply suck people in.
Wen Yan's heart felt tingly and numb.
[Oh my god, the single dogs outside are going to start barking.]
[He is so good at flirting now.]
Wen Yue and the others outside the stairwell door, ...
Were those words something the coldly ascetic Si Moyan could say in public?
Don't tell me he's been possessed by some evil spirit!
