Under Si Jingyi's repeated pleas, Wen Yan agreed to add him on WeChat.
[Ding, dislike value decreased by 10, now at 68.]
Wen Yan was utterly shocked.
She had merely added Si Jingyi on WeChat, and Si Moyan's dislike for her instantly decreased by 10?
So unexpected, so delightful, so freaking exciting!
"Xiao Yan, Grandpa wants to add you too."
Wen Yan immediately took out her phone and added the old master on WeChat.
[Ding, dislike value decreased by 10, now at 58.]
Wen Yan was profoundly astonished inwardly.
At the same time, she was overjoyed.
Could it be that adding the Si family members on WeChat could make Si Moyan dislike her less?
If she could add his other younger siblings, would the dislike value drop straight to zero?
At this thought, Wen Yan felt her blood boiling with excitement.
[Hahaha, I've found the secret to reducing the dislike value.]
[But right now, Iceberg Si's other siblings aren't home. The top priority for me, Wen Daji, is still to flirt with Iceberg Si like my life depends on it. That dog man better be ready for his heart to race!]
Old Master Si and Si Jingyi exchanged a glance, both wanting to laugh but not daring to.
If she wants to make the cold-faced King of Hell and dog man's heart beat faster, Wen Daji still needs to put in a hell of a lot more effort!
Wen Yan stood up from the sofa, phone in hand.
Her bewitching, captivating fox-like eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water within them. The light-colored teardrop mole at the corner of her eye lifted slightly with her coquettish, enchanting smile, like a hidden hook meant to tug at one's very heart.
"Husband, let's go on a date this weekend, okay?"
Wen Yan knew perfectly well what angle of smile made her look seductive and alluring.
She lifted her slender, delicate hand to rest on the man's firm, well-defined chest, her red lips curling in a bewitching arc. "Husband, if you reject me, I'll be very sad."
She blinked her fox-like eyes, full of innocence and temptation.
Old Master Si and Si Jingyi couldn't bear to watch anymore.
She truly was a seductress.
However, the man being seduced remained stern and icy, his deep, dark eyes showing not a single ripple of emotion.
Because he knew very well that her flirting came with an agenda; it wasn't because she liked him that much!
"Unnecessary," he said expressionlessly, brushing off her small hand from his chest.
Wen Yan was furious.
[Dog man, just you wait. I, Wen Daji, will definitely succeed in seducing you!]
Old Master Si and Si Jingyi simultaneously and silently raised their fists, making a cheering gesture for her.
Wen Yan had her back to the two, so she couldn't see their actions.
But Si Moyan saw. His dark eyes deepened, and he strode upstairs with long steps.
"Sis-in-law, don't give up. I believe one day you'll win over Big Brother," Si Jingyi encouraged Wen Yan.
Wen Yan blinked her fox-like eyes. "Second Brother, why the sudden change in attitude towards me?"
Si Jingyi sighed. "Sis-in-law, after I left Song Fei'er's place today, I realized I'd dropped something. When I went back, I saw her cheating with Xiao Chen. They were even saying behind my back that I'm a lovesick fool, a cuckolded turtle!"
Wen Yan's lips twitched.
[Oh ho, the cuckolded turtle actually stumbled upon Song Fei'er's dirty secret. But do you think you can just dump her if you want to? She has your nude photos, you know.]
Si Jingyi jumped up in shock.
What?
Song Fei'er and Xiao Chen actually had his nude photos?
[That night you were dead drunk, thinking you'd slept with Song Fei'er, she and Xiao Chen stripped you naked, took photos, and even had your junior schoolmate strip and lie in your arms.]
[If you really dare to break up with her, they won't just expose your nude photos; your junior schoolmate will also accuse you of assaulting him. You won't be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Yellow River.]
Si Jingyi's handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Old Master Si sympathetically patted Si Jingyi's shoulder.
Si Jingyi ran upstairs and found Si Moyan. "Big Brother, you know hacking. Can you help me delete—"
Si Moyan's thin lips pressed tightly together. "No. Handle your own affairs; find a way to solve them yourself."
Si Jingyi knew that Song Fei'er and Xiao Chen were troubles he'd brought upon himself by being brainless. He couldn't always rely on his family to clean up his mess.
But fortunately, now the enemy was in the open, and he was in the shadows.
He not only needed to retrieve those photos but also make sure they got the punishment they deserved!
...
Wen Yan had eaten too much at dinner. She changed into her workout clothes, planning to go exercise.
She received a call from Boss Huo.
Boss Huo, weeping and sobbing over the phone, expressed his gratitude to her.
"Miss Wen, after my son Yanzhi fully recovers, my wife and I will bring him to the Wen family to thank you in person."
"Miss Wen, you can ask me for anything you want."
Wen Yan smiled. "You've already paid for my meal. Nothing else is needed."
"But the meal money is too little. You are our son's lifesaver now—"
Although Wen Yan liked money, she wasn't greedy.
The fact that Boss Huo was willing to trust her in that situation and paid for her meal in advance was, to her, already the best reward.
"It was a fortunate coincidence, Boss Huo. Please don't dwell on it. I need to go work out now, so I'll hang up."
Wen Yan directly ended the call.
On the other end of the line, Boss Huo looked worried.
Madam Huo hadn't heard his side of the call. Seeing him frowning and looking distressed, she asked curiously, "Did Miss Wen make exorbitant demands? Even if she asks for a lot, we have to find a way to give it. After all, she saved our son's life!"
"No, she doesn't want any more payment from us. She said the meal money was already enough!"
Madam Huo was somewhat surprised.
The Huo family was a prominent wealthy family in Yecheng. Even if Wen Yan asked them for a hundred million, they would give it.
And now, she actually didn't want a single cent?
"Husband, Miss Wen's character really isn't as despicable as the rumors say. Our family owes her a favor. In the future, we must try our best to help her with whatever she needs."
Boss Huo nodded. "In the future, when you play mahjong with those society ladies, if anyone speaks ill of her, you should also speak up for her."
"That's only natural." Miss Wen was about the same age as their Yanzhi. If possible, she even wanted to matchmake the two of them!
...
The Si family villa complex had a dedicated gym.
Over a hundred square meters, equipped with all kinds of fitness equipment one could imagine.
When Wen Yan arrived, she happened to see Si Moyan running on the treadmill.
He had shed his usual suit and tie, wearing a set of dark workout clothes with a towel around his neck. The lines of his arm muscles were perfect and smooth. As he leaned forward slightly, his shoulder blades resembled a pair of small wings. Below his narrow waist, his two legs were long and powerful—simply walking hormones.
Beads of sweat slid from his forehead down his sharply defined jawline, to his sexy collarbone, and disappeared into his solid, robust chest.
[Pant pant!]
[Brother's legs aren't legs; they're the spring waters of the Seine River.]
[Deadly! After hitting the south wall enough times, I really want to crash into brother's chest!]
