Si Moyan, who was in the middle of his run, glanced back at the woman who had entered the gym.
She was wearing yoga wear, her top so short it revealed a sliver of her fair, slender waist.
Her long hair was tied up in a bun, her face free of makeup, her features bright, beautiful, and delicate.
Seeing his gaze, her red lips curled into a lazy, enchanting smile. "Husband, what a coincidence, you're working out too?"
[What kind of look was that in his eyes? Deep and flickering with sparks, as if he wanted to devour me.]
[Wow, could it be he's moved by seeing me in yoga wear?]
If he were moved, the aversion value should have decreased, but Dabai hadn't made a sound, meaning his heart was utterly unruffled.
What a dog of a man, so hard to figure out.
Wen Yan walked over to the treadmill next to Si Moyan. As she started running, she looked at the man whose profile was sharp and handsome, as if carved by a master. "Husband, do you know the three things I most want to do in my life right now?"
Si Moyan's thin lips parted. "Not interested."
Wen Yan's captivating fox-like eyes blinked, gazing at him with deep affection. "Even if you're not interested, I'll tell you. The three things I most want to do in my life are to love you, kiss you, and sleep with you."
Si Moyan's large hands, resting on the treadmill handles, suddenly tightened.
His hands were long, fair, and clean, with distinct knuckles, neatly trimmed nails—a pair of hands that were both powerful and beautiful.
Although this man was cold and detestable, every part of him was exactly to her taste.
"Husband, your hands are so long, so thick, so nice."
[Just perfect for gripping my bedsheets late at night, hehe.]
Si Moyan, "..."
She must have been a succubus in her past life!
Si Moyan stopped engaging with her. He put on his headphones, his expression icy and stern, pushing others away from a thousand miles.
Wen Yan had never met a man so unapproachable and devoid of romance.
[Damn Dabai, do you have to make me flirt with an air-conditioning unit? Would you die if I switched targets?]
Dabai: [Beautiful host, Dabai won't die, but you might.]
Wen Yan, "......"
That hurts, buddy!
"Sis-in-law, you and big bro are working out?" Si Jingyi ran over, eager to please.
Having failed to charm Si Moyan, Wen Yan was in low spirits and gave a faint "mm" in response.
"Sis-in-law, if you need anything at home, just tell your second brother-in-law."
Wen Yan looked at Si Jingyi's handsome, devilishly charming face and raised an eyebrow. "Getting around isn't very convenient for me."
Si Jingyi immediately offered the keys to his sports car. "Sis-in-law, you can have my sports car to drive."
For real?
Has the love-struck fool suddenly changed his tune?
Wen Yan took the car keys and arched a brow. "Alright, out with it. What do you need my help with?"
Si Jingyi waved his hands. "Nothing, nothing. I just feel sorry for misunderstanding you before, sis-in-law. Oh, by the way, there's a supporting female role in my new drama. Would you like to audition? It's just that the female lead was cast early. If there's a chance in the next project, you could play the lead."
A light smile touched Wen Yan's lips. "I'm not interested in acting for now, only in your big brother."
Si Jingyi glanced at his iceberg-like elder brother and lowered his voice to Wen Yan. "Sis-in-law, my big brother used to be in special forces. He's incredibly strong. Look at his arm strength—he could probably lift two of you, no problem."
Wen Yan glanced at Si Moyan's arms, their muscle lines smooth and perfect.
[Tsk, not bad indeed.]
[So tempting. I really want to sit on his arm and swing like on a seesaw!]
The man who could hear Wen Yan's inner thoughts even with headphones on, "..."
The line of his handsome jaw tightened, his voice deep and cold. "I could also throw a punch that would make you lose interest in me."
Wen Yan curled her lip.
She turned off her treadmill, then reached over and turned off his as well, stepping onto his machine.
They stood close together.
She brought her bright, alluring face close to his, tilting her head up slightly, her chest pressed against his. "Go on then, try throwing a punch?"
The corners of her eyes were tinged with light red, her beautiful fox-like eyes fixed on him like hooks.
In that moment, she was like a soul-snatching enchantress.
No wonder she called herself Wen Daji.
She certainly had the potential.
A faint, refreshing fragrance drifted to Si Moyan's nose.
He glanced down at her chest pressed against his, his hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides, the blue veins on the back of his hands clearly visible.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
"Wen Yan, don't think I won't dare!" His voice was low and hoarse, as if forced from his throat.
Wen Yan placed her slender fingertips on his shoulders, rose slightly on her toes, and brought her red lips close to his ear, her voice soft, sweet, and seductive, her breath like orchids. "Go on then, hit me."
[If you dare hit me, I'll make you a eunuch in the future, call you Xiao Yanzi.]
Pfft—
Si Jingyi, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't contain himself and burst out laughing.
His sis-in-law was truly too funny.
On the surface, a seductive little enchantress; inside, a cool, badass, violent maniac.
Her combat skills were probably something even his big brother, who used to top every category in the special forces, would find hard to handle.
"Sis-in-law, big brother was just saying that. Although us Si men might be shameless and lack a moral compass, we have one good habit: we never lay hands on women."
Si Moyan stepped off the treadmill with a dark expression, one hand shoved into his pants pocket as if restraining himself. He shot a cold glance at Si Jingyi. "I'm not shameless!"
With that, he walked out.
Seeing his elder brother's slightly awkward gait, Si Jingyi whispered to Wen Yan, "Big brother is the secretly shameless type."
Wen Yan nodded in agreement. "I can tell."
His mouth was the hardest part of his entire body!
...
After her workout, Wen Yan returned to her bedroom for a rose petal bath.
After her skincare routine, she opened her phone to see if there were any money-making opportunities.
She saw information about a fashion design competition.
The Paris Fashion Design Competition, held every four years, would be conducting preliminary selections domestically. The top three in the country would receive a 500,000 yuan prize, with even richer rewards for the grand prize winner.
Wen Yan's eyes lit up.
Money, she needed to make money!
She immediately got up and sat at her dressing table to sketch designs.
After some time, her phone chimed with a message.
From Mother Wen:
[You actually dined and dashed outside, swindled Boss Huo, sprained your elder brother's wrist, and kicked Yin Yin!]
[Ever since you were recognized by the Wen family, bullying Yue Yue was bad enough. Now that you're married into the Si family, can't you behave a little? Do you want to completely disgrace our Wen family?]
[If I had known you'd turn out like this, I should have strangled you at birth!]
[Having a daughter like you is the shame of my life. Why don't you just die?]
These vicious words instantly stabbed at Wen Yan's heart.
No, it should be the original host's heart.
Perhaps it was because she had once craved the Wen family's attention and approval so desperately. The original host had tried hard and fought for it, but having grown up in the countryside, she was clumsy with words and rough in behavior, lagging behind Wen Yue in many aspects, who had been carefully nurtured and raised by the Wen family.
Hadn't the original host's gradual descent into badness and self-destruction originated from the Wen family themselves?
The most ironic part was, they were her blood relatives!
Wen Yan closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp pang in her heart to subside. Then, in a low murmur, she vowed:
—Go in peace. I will make sure those who hurt you, bullied you, and looked down on you are punished.
