Wen Yan trotted up to the man. She pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind her back, "Hubby, surprise!"
This was the first time Wen Yan had ever given Si Moyan flowers.
A faint smile graced Si Moyan's deep, narrow eyes. He took the flowers, wrapped his other arm around the woman's slender waist, and bowed his head to kiss her forehead.
Wen Yan took the opportunity to hug his lean waist. "I'm treating you to a candlelight dinner later."
The man's dark eyes looked at her profoundly from behind his sunglasses. "I have plans for tonight."
Wen Yan was puzzled. "What plans?"
"I told you last time that I was going to take you to the hot springs just the two of us. I've booked a room at the hot spring resort."
Wen Yan's butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered slightly.
So sudden?
Seeing that Wen Yan was silent, Si Moyan pressed his lips together tightly beneath his straight nose, a trace of nervousness flashing in his deep eyes. "You don't want to?"
Wen Yan bit her lip. "It's not that, it's just..."
"I remember your period isn't due for a few more days."
Wen Yan balled her small hand into a fist and lightly punched his chest. "Why do you remember that? I meant that I didn't bring a swimsuit, and I haven't prepared anything."
"I bought one for you when I was on my business trip."
Wen Yan, "..."
Oh boy, he came prepared!
The two of them walked out of the airport, talking and laughing.
Neither of them noticed that in a bustling corner, a pair of bloodshot eyes was glaring at them with sinister anger.
Wen Yue, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, was waiting for Mother Wen, who hadn't come out of the restroom yet.
She was disfigured.
Domestic plastic surgeons said her face couldn't be fixed.
Mother Wen had also divorced Father Wen, leaving her with absolutely nothing.
She didn't know what Mother Wen was taking her abroad to do. Right now, she hated Wen Yan to the core; all she wanted was revenge!
But she knew it would be very difficult for her to be a match for Wen Yan again!
Watching Wen Yan being pampered and protected in Si Moyan's arms, her heart felt like it was being gnawed and bitten by millions of ants.
Why did she end up like this?
While Wen Yan reaped an abundance of happiness?
She was indignant, truly unwilling to accept this!
Mother Wen came out of the restroom and saw Wen Yue's ferocious, twisted gaze. She frowned. "Wen Yan just got lucky. Yueyue, we haven't lost yet. There's still a chance to win!"
Wen Yue shook her head. "Mom, look at what I've become. Can we really still win?"
Mother Wen pulled Wen Yue close and whispered a few words in her ear.
A look of unbelievable excitement and thrill appeared in Wen Yue's eyes. "Really?"
"Really!"
Wen Yue felt as if she could see hope again in her bleak and gloomy life.
...
On the way to the hot spring resort, Wen Yan mentioned to Si Moyan that Ming Zheng was working as a professor at Little Youyou's academy.
Si Moyan's handsome face suddenly darkened. "What is wrong with him? I warned him that he and my little sister are not a good match."
Wen Yan turned her head to look at the man's tense facial contours, appearing cold and stern. She furrowed her brows. "I think they are quite suitable. Dr. Ming is refined and gentle; anyone can tell he knows how to take care of people."
After a moment of silence, Si Moyan said, "Ming Zheng has two older brothers. Without exception, after they married, their wives suffered various accidents and ultimately lost their lives."
"I don't want my little sister to be cursed to death!"
Wen Yan frowned. "Are you sure it's a curse and not accidents manufactured by someone else?"
Si Moyan nodded. "Ming Zheng's family is a bit bizarre. It's best if my little sister stays away from them."
Just as Wen Yan wanted to dig for more gossip about Ming Zheng's family, Si Moyan's large hand rested on her leg. "Mrs. Si, focus on driving."
Wen Yan obediently said "Oh." Wondering about something, she asked, "What style of swimsuit did you buy for me?"
[Wahahaha, it couldn't be a bikini, could it?]
Si Moyan's mouth twitched.
Could it be that she wanted to wear a bikini?
It would be fine if she wore it just for him to see, but there would be other people at the hot spring resort later.
Letting others see her in a bikini was absolutely out of the question!
The hot spring resort was surrounded by lush green trees, babbling spring water, and a misty fragrance, making it look just like a fairyland.
Wen Yan took the bag Si Moyan handed her and walked into the changing room.
He had bought her a black swimsuit dress, the hem just covering her thighs.
After changing into the swimsuit, Wen Yan tied her long hair into a bun.
She walked out of the changing room. Si Moyan hadn't changed into his swim trunks yet; he was waiting outside for her.
Although the swimsuit she wore was quite conservative, her slender, fair legs were still exposed.
Si Moyan immediately picked up a bathrobe and wrapped her body tightly.
"Wait for me for a few minutes."
Wen Yan made an OK gesture.
After Si Moyan went in to change into his swim trunks, Wen Yan walked over to the edge of the hot spring pool outside.
"Wen Yan, what a coincidence. You came here for the hot springs too?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Yan looked up.
Gu Beichen walked out of another VIP changing room.
He was bare-chested, wearing black swim trunks, with a white towel draped over his shoulders.
Wen Yan's eyes were cold and indifferent. "Is there something you need?"
Gu Beichen walked up to Wen Yan, looking at her with a complex gaze. "I broke up with Wen Yue. As long as you divorce Si Moyan, I can let you be my girlfriend."
Through his observations during this period, Gu Beichen discovered that Wen Yan was different from before. She was Si Moyan's lucky star.
If she could come back to his side, perhaps he could crush Si Moyan.
Wen Yan spat, "Do you want to be a player? But in my eyes, someone like you can only be a water ghost."
Gu Beichen's brows furrowed so hard they almost tied into a knot.
In the past, when he played basketball and slightly lifted the hem of his shirt to show his abs, it would make Wen Yan so excited she'd get a nosebleed.
But now, with his abs unreservedly exposed right under her nose, she actually looked disgusted.
"Wen Yan, Si Moyan is just destined for a short life. You won't have a good ending with him."
Wen Yan curled her lips into a cold sneer. "Even if Si Moyan has a short life, he's still better than you. Sorry to say, but stop dangling in front of my eyes. I get nauseous looking at boiled chicken."
Gu Beichen's face instantly turned shades of green and purple.
Just as he was about to say something, Si Moyan, having changed into his swim trunks, walked out of the changing room.
Seeing Gu Beichen talking to Wen Yan, he didn't even have time to put on a bathrobe and came straight over in his swim trunks.
Hearing the footsteps, Wen Yan turned her head to look.
[Oh my gosh, Iceberg Si in swim trunks is simply going to mesmerize me into an idiot.]
His chest muscles were lean and solid, his abs clearly defined. Sexy, powerful, and perfect, fully displaying his masculinity.
And those two long, powerful legs were simply an invitation to commit a crime.
[Sob sob sob, should I give up the entire forest for just one tree?]
Si Moyan walked up to Wen Yan, his long arm wrapping around her slender shoulders with full possessiveness. "Our pool is over there."
Wen Yan followed Si Moyan away with a beaming smile, not even giving Gu Beichen a glance from the corner of her eye.
Gu Beichen clenched his hands tightly into fists, his heart full of humiliation, anger, and indignation.
He definitely had to make Wen Yan change her mind and make her his lucky star!
Looking at the retreating figures of the two, a sinister look flashed through Gu Beichen's eyes.
He would make Si Moyan voluntarily ask for a divorce!
After walking out of Gu Beichen's line of sight, Si Moyan's large hand, which had been embracing Wen Yan's slender shoulders, suddenly withdrew.
Wen Yan looked at the man's tense, sharply chiseled profile. She poked his arm and said, "What are you so jealous of? He doesn't even compare to you."
The man pressed his thin lips into a tight line and asked in a low, husky voice, "Whose abs make your heart race more, his or mine?"
