They had never discussed the topic of children together.
After all, previously, they didn't even have any feelings for each other, so how could they consider something so far in the future?
But now that she had brought it up, his views were completely different from hers.
He didn't want a childfree marriage; he wanted a child that belonged to the two of them.
"Mrs. Si, we can hold off on having kids for the next three to five years, but we should have one later on. Whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's ours, I'll be happy."
"Don't you want a child who looks like you? She would definitely be adorable..."
Before Si Moyan could finish his sentence, Wen Yan sharply interrupted him, "I don't want to!"
She had suffered too much when she was little. An unhappy childhood might take a lifetime to heal.
Looking at the man's deeply furrowed brows, Wen Yan also knitted her eyebrows tightly. "Si Moyan, aren't you being a bit too greedy?"
Si Moyan's tall figure stiffened rigidly.
Yes, he really was too greedy.
In the beginning, he only wanted her to fall for him and not leave him.
But now that she had developed feelings for him and was willing to give herself to him, he wanted to have a child with her.
Si Moyan's long, slender hands pressed down on Wen Yan's shoulders. His dark eyes stared at her deeply. "You don't want children... Is it because you are prepared to leave at any moment?"
Wen Yan's eyes widened slightly.
She was incredibly shocked.
He actually saw right through her!
"Si Moyan, to be honest, I don't believe in any unwavering, till-death-do-us-part kind of love. Lately, we've seen enough gossip about betrayal and hurt. Weren't those people in love at the very beginning?"
Si Moyan's handsome face grew tense. "You're too pessimistic. Even though there are betrayals and hurt, there are also good examples, like Qi Hong and Wan Yu—"
Wen Yan waved her hand, cutting Si Moyan off. "Let's not talk about them. Let's just talk about whether you can accept a childfree marriage."
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips together. After a long silence, he replied, "No, I can't."
He didn't want to lie to her.
And he certainly didn't want to trick her into bed and then use despicable means to make her get pregnant by accident.
Wen Yan looked into the man's deep, narrow eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "Then we have nothing left to talk about. If you can't accept it, you can go find another woman out there to have your children."
Si Moyan's tall, aloof figure suddenly stiffened.
A layer of crimson visibly dyed his narrow, dark eyes. His large hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly into fists. "Wen Yan, say that again?"
Other than the time he lost his temper right after she first transmigrated here, Wen Yan had rarely seen him angry in the past few months.
His facial features were covered in a dark, frosty gloom, as if he might swing a fist at her at any moment.
Their gazes locked, completely devoid of the ambiguity and romance they had shared earlier at the hot spring.
At this moment, they were at each other's throats. The atmosphere was like a taut string, ready to snap at any second.
After an unknown amount of time, the man gritted his teeth. "Wen Yan, you've got guts!"
Without saying another word, he turned, went into the bathroom to change his clothes, and strode away.
When he walked past her, he didn't even spare her a single glance.
Hearing the sound of the door slamming shut, Wen Yan slumped onto the sofa.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling a bit cold.
...
The Si Family Residence.
Si Jingyi poked Old Master Si's arm with his elbow. "Grandpa, Grandpa—"
Old Master Si was wearing his reading glasses, admiring a blue-and-white porcelain cup from the Yuan Dynasty. Poked by Si Jingyi, the cup nearly slipped from his hands.
Old Master Si carefully placed the cup on the coffee table. He picked up his cane and gave Si Jingyi a hard whack. "You brat, I'm still not done being angry about the 'Four Seasons Painting' incident. Do you really want me to beat you half to death?"
Si Jingyi looked at the furious Old Master Si and reached out to pat his heaving chest to calm him down. "Don't be mad, don't be mad. I just wanted to say that Big Brother and Sister-in-law went to the hot springs. Do you think they'll get busy tonight?"
Old Master Si's interest was instantly piqued. He stroked his white beard. "How do you know?"
"A friend of mine saw Big Brother and Sister-in-law at the hot spring resort. Oh my, they actually sneaked out for a romantic getaway without telling us."
Old Master Si smacked the back of Si Jingyi's head and glared at him fiercely. "What do you know? At home, we can all hear your sister-in-law's inner thoughts. You have Qing Huan now, so don't even think about poaching your brother's wife."
Si Jingyi's mouth twitched.
When had he ever thought about poaching his brother's wife?
"Hehe, Big Brother is blessed with happiness again."
Old Master Si replied, "Let's hope it's physical happiness."
...
Inside a high-end private club.
Ming Zheng, Song Wenjing, and Jiang Yufeng all revealed expressions of disbelief when they saw the man push open the private room door and walk in.
"Tsk tsk, what wind blew our busy man here?"
Ming Zheng and the others were childhood playmates who grew up with Si Moyan; their relationship was as close as brothers.
In the past, they would get together from time to time, but in recent months, whenever they invited Si Moyan out, he was either busy with work or following his wife around.
He simply had no time to pay attention to his bros.
A classic case of prioritizing romance over friendship.
Si Moyan walked to the middle of the sofa and sat down. He poured himself a glass of liquor and downed it in one gulp with a gloomy face.
Ming Zheng and the others exchanged glances.
"Don't tell me Sister-in-law asked for a divorce?"
Si Moyan's face grew even gloomier.
Ming Zheng pushed up the rimless glasses on his nose. "What, is it worse than a divorce? Did she cheat on you?"
Si Moyan lifted his long leg and kicked Ming Zheng. "I haven't even asked you yet. Why did you go to my little sister's academy to be a professor? Didn't I tell you to drop any ideas you have about her?"
Jiang Yufeng and Song Wenjing were dumbfounded.
"Damn, Ming Zheng, when did you fall for Little Youyou? A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, but you actually want to be an old cow eating tender grass!"
A rare, stern and sharp expression appeared on Ming Zheng's gentle and handsome face. "I'm serious about Little Youyou. She doesn't like me yet, but I won't give up."
Si Moyan's thin lips pressed into a tight line. "With your family's situation, are you trying to get my little sister killed?"
"If Little Youyou is willing to be with me in the future, I will separate from the Ming family and establish my own household."
After a moment of silence, Si Moyan said, "If anything happens to my little sister in the future, I won't spare you."
Ming Zheng's eyes were filled with deep, gentle affection. "She's more important than my own life."
It was Jiang Yufeng and Song Wenjing's first time seeing Ming Zheng have feelings for a girl. Wanting to see how this guy acted in front of the girl he liked, they immediately called Si Youyou.
By the time Ming Zheng tried to stop them, it was already too late.
"We tricked Little Youyou into thinking her big brother was drunk, and she agreed to come over without a second thought."
Jiang Yufeng looked at the cold and gloomy Si Moyan. "How about we call Wen Yan too?"
Si Moyan kept his thin lips tightly pursed and said nothing.
Seeing his proud attitude, Jiang Yufeng immediately understood that he wanted Wen Yan to come over.
Jiang Yufeng took Si Moyan's phone and called Wen Yan.
However, after just one ring, an unexpected scene occurred—
