On the way back, Si Moyan drove while Wen Yan sat in the passenger seat, glancing at him from time to time.
Her beautiful fox-like eyes were filled with a bright, sparkling smile.
It was clear that she was in a good mood.
While waiting at a red light, Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan, his large hand rubbing her head. "What are you looking at?"
His gaze was exceptionally deep, as if it could pull her right in.
Wen Yan's eyes curved into crescents, and she said in a sweet, charming voice, "You did well tonight. Jiang Shuyin saved your life, and you two share a camaraderie from the battlefield. I'm very happy that you chose to stand by my side."
Si Moyan took her hand, squeezing it in his palm. "I told you before, even if I want to make it up to her, it will only be material compensation. I won't give her any other illusions."
Wen Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes, revealing a touch of slyness. "So, you've noticed that she has feelings for you?"
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips together. Just as he was about to say something, his phone vibrated.
He took out his phone and glanced at it.
The caller ID showed Jiang Shuyin.
Wen Yan leaned lazily back against her seat. "Answer it. I promise I won't eavesdrop."
Si Moyan answered the call right in front of Wen Yan.
Whatever the person on the other end said, Wen Yan saw Si Moyan's handsome profile tense slightly, his expression turning sharp and cold.
A moment later, Si Moyan gave a deep "mm" and hung up the phone.
The red light turned green, and Si Moyan started the engine.
His handsome side profile seemed to be covered in a layer of frost.
Wen Yan poked his arm with her finger. "What did she say to you? Don't tell me she wants you to offer yourself to her?"
[Even if Jiang Shuyin asks this dog of a man to offer himself to her and marry her, I won't get mad. At most, I'll just sing a few breakup songs like Decency, Say Goodbye and Leave, Later, and Reasons for Breaking Up.]
The man, whose jaw had been tight, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Where is your mind wandering? She knows it's impossible for me to divorce you. She asked for material compensation."
Wen Yan raised an eyebrow. "Then how much does she want?"
[It must be a lot, otherwise how could it turn this dog of a man's face green with anger?]
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips together and said, "One billion."
Wen Yan, "..."
[One billion isn't too much considering this dog of a man's net worth, right?]
[After all, she is his savior. Settling it all at once isn't a bad deal.]
The man then added, "US dollars."
Wen Yan, "..."
[Oh my, US dollars is a bit much. How about I make room for Jiang Shuyin and leave with the one billion dollars?]
[Now I'm only four pieces of gossip away. If I can finish eating these four melons in a short time, I'd willingly take the billion dollars and walk away!]
The man's handsome face tensed up again, looking sharp and gloomy.
He flicked the turn signal and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Wen Yan was in the middle of fantasizing about having a billion dollars and becoming a wealthy woman when the man's long, large hands suddenly reached over and cupped her face.
"Mrs. Si, what are you thinking about, hmm?" The man's deep eyes became dangerously dark.
Seeing his expression, Wen Yan felt a strange sensation in her heart.
How did it seem like he could hear her inner thoughts?
She didn't show on her face that she loved money that much, did she?
"I wasn't thinking about anything." Wen Yan lied without even blinking an eye.
Si Moyan's handsome jawline was tight. "By having me, what you'll get in the future is far more than a billion dollars."
Wen Yan touched her nose and gave a guilty smile. "Oh, you have a point."
[Maybe when we get old, he'll die before me? I can still become a wealthy widow.]
Si Moyan's face darkened. He didn't give her another chance to secretly slander him in her heart, directly kissing her red lips.
...
A commercial van passed by the Bentley driven by Si Moyan.
The Bentley's window was half open, so the people in the van could clearly see what the people inside the Bentley were doing.
The tall, handsome man leaned over, forcefully kissing the slender, beautiful woman.
The streetlights shone in, as if coating the two of them in a warm-colored halo.
It was as beautiful as a scene from an idol drama.
Jiang Shuyin's hands, resting on her knees, suddenly tightened into fists.
A man as cold and ruthless as him, who seemed devoid of human desires, was now acting like a hot-blooded teenager.
Jiang Shuyin lowered her long eyelashes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
Song Wenjing, sitting next to Jiang Shuyin, rolled up the window for her.
"Brother Yan will definitely regret it in the future. That woman Wen Yan is a fickle flirt. There's no way they will last. Once Brother Yan's novelty wears off, he'll divorce her."
Jiang Shuyin pressed her lips tightly together and said nothing.
If it were the old Wen Yan, Si Moyan definitely wouldn't like her, but the current Wen Yan was vastly different from before!
But it didn't matter.
That mysterious person had said that Wen Yan and Si Moyan could never make it to the end.
They would definitely go their separate ways. She just needed to finish what she had to do.
After Song Wenjing dropped Jiang Shuyin off, he drove home alone.
A perfectly good gathering had ended up in such a mess, leaving him feeling somewhat depressed.
Especially since Si Moyan prioritized a woman over his friends and even wanted to cut ties with him.
Was it really worth it for a woman like that?
After returning to his villa, Song Wenjing went upstairs to take a shower.
Coming out of the shower, he put on a bathrobe.
Just as he was about to go downstairs to pour a glass of red wine, a sudden thumping sound came from outside the window.
Song Wenjing walked to the balcony and saw a few pebbles scattered outside.
Song Wenjing slid open the glass door and stepped out.
He didn't notice anything unusual. Frowning, he turned around to go back inside.
Suddenly, there was another thump.
A pebble brushed past his cheek and hit the glass door.
Song Wenjing immediately turned his head, his face cold and stern. "Who is it?"
Squeak, squeak—
An angry screech echoed from a large tree in the yard.
Before Song Wenjing could react, his vision suddenly went black.
Immediately after, a sharp pain struck his handsome face.
Ten sharp nails scratched forcefully at his face.
"Ah!" Song Wenjing cried out in pain. His hands subconsciously grabbed at the thing riding on him.
He grabbed a handful of fur.
It was a relatively large monkey!
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
No matter how much he pulled, the monkey remained firmly mounted on his shoulders, unmoving.
In an instant, Song Wenjing's face was scratched into a bloody mess.
Song Wenjing remembered the curse Wen Yan had spoken to him, and the hairs on his entire body stood on end.
"Somebody, come quick!"
Hearing his miserable screams, the servants downstairs rushed up the stairs.
The monkey riding on his shoulders was incredibly smart and cunning. Hearing the sound of people coming upstairs, it immediately jumped into the room and locked Song Wenjing's door from the inside.
Song Wenjing's vision was blurred by the blood flowing down his forehead. Unable to see his surroundings clearly, he was just preparing to grope his way into the room when the monkey suddenly leaped over again, kicking hard against his back with its hands and feet.
Immediately after, a scene that he was completely powerless to control unfolded!
