She really was prepared to get a divorce at any time!
Si Moyan's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into tight fists, his narrow eyes unconsciously reddening a fraction.
Afraid that his emotions would spiral out of control, he took a deep breath and said, "I'll go get some hot water."
He picked up the thermos and walked out of the hospital ward.
After getting the hot water, he instructed Si Jingyi to buy some gifts, and then asked Old Master Si to use his connections to transfer Wen Xiaoshu to a VIP ward.
Even though he had argued with Wen Yan, proper etiquette and upbringing were carved into his very bones.
After Si Moyan left the ward, Wen Jinglou frowned and asked Wen Yan, "How does he treat you?"
Wen Yan pursed her lips. "He and the Si family treat me very well. We had a conflict because our views on certain things don't align, not because he or his family treats me poorly."
Wen Jinglou nodded thoughtfully. "You all came so suddenly, and I haven't prepared anything at home. Let's go to a restaurant to eat later!"
Wen Yan took a bank card out of her bag and handed it to Wen Jinglou. "Dad, take this card."
Wen Jinglou didn't take it. "How could I take your money? I might not be a capable man, but I can still afford to treat you to a meal."
Wen Yan forced the card into Wen Jinglou's hand. "The password is my birthday."
Wen Jinglou put the card back into Wen Yan's bag. "Dad said I don't want your money."
Wen Jinglou was incredibly stubborn in certain aspects, so Wen Yan didn't force him anymore. "Alright then."
Before long, the medical staff came over and helped transfer Wen Xiaoshu to a VIP ward, even hiring a caregiver for him.
Wen Jinglou took Wen Yan and the Si family to a restaurant.
During the meal, Old Master Si chatted with Wen Jinglou, and Si Jingyi occasionally livened up the atmosphere. Although neither Wen Yan nor Si Moyan spoke much, the mood was quite harmonious.
After eating, Wen Jinglou led the group to his home.
Wen Jinglou lived deep in the mountains of Heng City.
It was a wooden house he built himself, with three bedrooms and a living room.
Wen Jinglou pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms. "Yanyan, Dad has always kept this room for you."
Looking at the furnishings in the room, Wen Yan's eyes turned slightly red. "Thank you, Dad."
Si Moyan and Si Jingyi brought the gifts down from the car.
They were all high-end nutritional supplements, cigarettes, fruits, and the like.
"You are too polite. My humble abode is simple, I just hope you don't mind it."
Old Master Si held Wen Jinglou's hand. "We don't mind at all. You are the father-in-law of our eldest grandson; it's only right for him to buy as many things as he can."
Old Master Si knew that if it weren't for Wen Jinglou, Little Yan would have lost her life long ago.
Wen Jinglou was closer to Little Yan than her own biological parents!
Wen Jinglou hosted the Si family in the main hall, while Wen Yan went to the kitchen to wash some fruit.
Seeing this, Old Master Si hurriedly pushed Si Moyan into the kitchen. "Be smart about it!"
As Wen Yan was cutting apples, Si Moyan walked in.
He was tall and straight, his aura cold, noble, and awe-inspiring. The kitchen instantly felt narrower, and the air seemed to thin out a bit.
He helped wash the cherries.
Neither of them spoke, and the surroundings were completely silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the man finally broke the silence, speaking in a low, husky voice, "Did you look for ten male models last night?"
Wen Yan's long eyelashes fluttered. "You can go find young female models too."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she clearly felt the man's aura become even colder and more freezing.
"Wen Yan, don't make me angry!"
He almost crushed the basin used to wash the cherries, the veins on the back of his pale hand bulging out one by one.
Wen Yan glanced at him. Seeing his gloomy expression that looked like it could scrape off a layer of frost, she was momentarily distracted, and the fruit knife in her hand accidentally sliced her finger.
Hiss~
She gasped in a breath of cold air.
Just as she was about to tend to the wound, a long, slender hand suddenly reached over, grabbed her finger directly, and then popped it into his mouth.
Wen Yan slightly widened her eyes.
The man looked at her with furrowed brows. "Why are you so careless?"
Her injured finger was held in his mouth, a warm sensation accompanied by a tingling touch.
It seemed like it didn't hurt at all anymore.
Wen Yan stared blankly at the man. In his deep, dark eyes, he couldn't hide his care and concern for her.
Her tightly guarded heart instantly softened.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan pulled her hand back.
Her long eyelashes fluttered gently. "It's fine now."
Si Moyan looked down at her, his voice hoarse as he said, "The main reason I was angry yesterday and slammed the door as I left was because you told me to go find other women. Moreover, you are prepared to leave at any time. This makes me feel that I am not very important in your heart."
Wen Yan pressed her lips together tightly. "When we are angry, words just spill out. If you really went to find other women, I would storm over and drag you away."
Si Moyan's gaze deepened a bit. "Yet you went to find male models."
And not just one, but ten.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
Wen Yan glared at him in exasperation. "Did you expect me to stay alone at the hot spring villa feeling depressed? You slammed the door and left, and I was upset too. Looking at handsome guys helps me cool off, and it's not like I would actually do anything."
[Even if I were to do something, it would be after the divorce.]
[During my marriage, I still have some sense of morality.]
If he hadn't heard her inner thoughts, Si Moyan's mood might have improved.
But this woman never gave him a moment of peace.
He didn't say anything more and left the kitchen carrying the washed cherries.
Wen Yan, "..."
Fine, fine, fine, he's so great!
Walking off with an attitude without saying another word again.
"Jinglou, I saw two cars parked at the entrance of your courtyard. Is Wen Yan back?"
Wen Yan walked out of the kitchen and saw Aunt Zhang from the village walking over with a young man.
Wen Yan nodded at Aunt Zhang. "Auntie."
Seeing Wen Yan, a flash of amazement crossed Aunt Zhang's eyes. "Oh my goodness, Little Yan has truly blossomed into a beauty. You're getting prettier and prettier, just like a fairy descending to earth."
Aunt Zhang nudged the young man beside her. "Haozi, you still remember Little Yan, right? You two used to play together in the village when you were kids."
Zhang Hao nodded. He looked at Wen Yan with a hint of shyness in his eyes. "Sister Little Yan."
Wen Yan smiled politely.
Aunt Zhang said enthusiastically, "Little Yan, our Haozi is the first college student from our village. He graduated last year and now works at a big company in Ye City. His future is limitless. You two grew up together, I think you'd be quite suitable..."
Zhang Hao's face flushed red with embarrassment. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Aunt Zhang glared at Zhang Hao. "You're a grown man, what are you so shy about? How could Mom not know that you used to like Little Yan? Now that you have an education and a career, so many girls in the village want to marry you, but you don't fancy any of them. It's a blessing for Little Yan to be able to be with you!"
A flash of displeasure crossed Wen Jinglou's eyes. Even if his Yanyan wasn't married, he wouldn't agree to her marrying into the Zhang family.
So what if they produced a college student? They acted like it was such a big deal.
His Yanyan wasn't bad either.
"Sister Zhang, my Yanyan is already married. Her husband is right inside the house. He's a man of striking appearance, mature and steady, and a perfect match for my Yanyan."
