The Wen Residence.
The living room was brightly lit.
Mother Wen stared at her phone, furious beyond words.
After sending that message, if Wen Yan had any self-awareness, she should have called to beg for forgiveness and apologize!
But she had waited a full half hour with no response.
Mother Wen tried sending another message, only to discover her number had been blocked by Wen Yan.
Mother Wen's eyes widened in sudden rage.
No matter how much she had scolded Wen Yan before, the girl had never dared to talk back, let alone block her number.
"That little wretch, how dare she block my number!"
Wen Yue came downstairs after her bath. She knelt beside Mother Wen, gently patting her chest. "Mom, are you angry with sister?"
Mother Wen looked at Wen Yue, so gentle, lovely, and obedient. The fire in her eyes subsided. "Yueyue, Wen Yan is obstinate, crude, and utterly lacking in grace. You should have less contact with her from now on!"
Anyway, she was already married into the Si family. Mother Wen might as well act as if she never had that daughter.
Wen Yue bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes misty with unshed tears, a fragile look on her delicate, gentle face. "But Mom, sister is your and Dad's biological daughter. I really want you all to be reunited and live together harmoniously."
Looking at her considerate and understanding daughter, Mother Wen lovingly stroked her long hair. "She stole your boyfriend, always tries to compete with you but can never measure up. Having a daughter like her is truly an embarrassment. And this time, she's caused another huge disaster. If Boss Huo's son dies, I'd like to see how she explains herself!"
Wen Yue lowered her long lashes.
According to the original plot, Boss Huo's son, Huo Yanzhi, didn't die after that serious illness, but he apparently ended up becoming mentally handicapped in the end.
If those two talismans Wen Yan gave Boss Huo caused his son to delay treatment and become mentally handicapped, the Huo family probably wouldn't let her off easily either!
"Mom, Yueyue."
Wen Shiyu returned from outside, looking travel-worn.
Seeing bloodstains on Wen Shiyu's clothes, Mother Wen asked with concern, "Shiyu, why is there blood on your clothes? Did something happen?"
Wen Shiyu shook his head. He strode forward, looking at Wen Yue with eyes full of affection and admiration. "Yueyue helped me a great deal. I saved Shao Weiliang from the capital tonight!"
He had taken Shao Weiliang, who was in a car accident, to the hospital and saved his life in time.
He had become Shao Weiliang's savior.
Mother Wen's eyes widened in shock. "The Shao family, the wealthy family from the capital?"
Wen Shiyu nodded. "Yes."
The Wen family company could only rank in the top ten in Yecheng, let alone in a major metropolis like the capital.
If they could connect with the Shao family, the Wen family's status in Yecheng might even break into the top three.
"Yueyue, you are truly amazing. Having a daughter like you in our family is a blessing we cultivated in our past lives!" Mother Wen happily pulled Wen Yue into her embrace.
She was truly grateful that the two babies had been switched at the hospital all those years ago.
If Wen Yan hadn't been switched, with her foolish brain, she would have driven her mother to an early grave sooner or later!
"Mom, I recently signed up for the domestic preliminary rounds of the Paris Fashion Design Competition. Once I win the championship, our family's clothing brand can go international."
Mother Wen's eyes lit up.
Her Yueyue was simply too outstanding!
...
The next day.
As Wen Yan came downstairs for breakfast, she heard Si Jingyi say indignantly, "Wasn't Shao Weiliang in Yecheng to discuss business with Big Brother? How did the Wen family beat us to it?"
Si Jingyi pressed his thin lips together, his voice low, cold, and slightly hoarse. "Shao Weiliang was in a car accident last night. Wen Shiyu showed up and saved him."
"Wen Shiyu just got damn lucky, didn't he?"
Although the Wen and Si families were now related by marriage, they were still competitors.
Since marrying Wen Yan into the Si family, the Wens had openly and covertly snatched quite a bit of business from the Sis.
"Big Brother, what do we do now? If Shao Weiliang doesn't cooperate with our Si Group anymore, won't you get blamed by those old shareholders who only care about their dividends again?"
Si Moyan's dark eyes were profound, his handsome face unperturbed. The aura around him was weighty, steady, unflappable yet undeniably noble and proud.
He gave a slight, cold smile. "The one who wanted to cooperate with Shao Weiliang was Second Uncle. He's the deputy general manager of the headquarters. If he can't seal the deal, what does it have to do with me?"
Si Jingyi suddenly remembered that the project with Shao Weiliang was originally secured by his brother, who had personally flown to the capital and pulled several all-nighters for it.
But upon returning to headquarters, Second Uncle had forcibly snatched the project away.
"Even if Shao Weiliang doesn't change his mind and cooperate with our Si Group, Second Uncle isn't capable of handling such a major responsibility." Si Moyan narrowed his dark eyes slightly. His wise and powerful aura made one feel an urge to revere him.
Si Jingyi had admired his elder brother since childhood. Whether it was academics or other abilities, his brother was top-notch.
His brother's original dream was to serve the country.
He joined the special forces, where his performance in all areas was exceptionally outstanding.
But fate was unkind. Their mother was in a car accident and became vegetative, and their fourth brother became disabled.
Their father, meanwhile, kept taking mistresses outside, even producing illegitimate children who wanted to seize their family assets.
His brother had no choice but to leave the special forces and enter the company.
The Si family was vast. Just the Si men recorded in the family registry numbered over twenty.
Not to mention the illegitimate children outside.
Every branch of the family was vying for a share of the wealth.
If his brother hadn't returned to shoulder this responsibility, their branch might have ended up with nothing.
When his brother first took over the subsidiary company, West Shadow Media, there was widespread opposition, and no one had faith in him.
In just one year, he developed West Shadow Media impressively and also took charge of the Si Group's real estate company.
Soon, their grandfather would likely convene a board meeting to have his brother enter the group headquarters.
[Shao Weiliang? Shouldn't he have died in that car accident last night?]
Wen Yan's sudden internal monologue made both Si Jingyi and Si Moyan pause for a moment.
They both looked at Wen Yan, who walked lazily into the dining room, yawning.
Wen Yan was wearing a T-shirt and hot pants, her slender legs pale, long, and straight.
Si Jingyi glanced at them and immediately averted his gaze.
In the past, Wen Yan always sported an explosive hairstyle and heavy makeup. Si Jingyi had hardly ever looked at her properly.
He always thought she was ugly, hence the need for heavy makeup as a disguise.
He never expected her true appearance to be so beautiful.
She was absolutely worthy of his brother.
A fawning smile immediately appeared on Si Jingyi's handsome face. "Sister-in-law, good morning!"
Wen Yan nodded. "Morning."
"Sister-in-law, what would you like for breakfast? Your second brother-in-law will get it for you."
Wen Yan, "..."
[Uncanny friendliness signals a thief's intent!]
Si Jingyi scratched his head and told the truth. "Sister-in-law, last night I saw someone posted a short video of you kicking Ye Yinyin. Sister-in-law, your combat skills are astonishing. I want to become your disciple!"
Before Wen Yan could say anything, Si Jingyi dropped to one knee. "Master, please accept this disciple's bow."
Wen Yan, "..."
Si Moyan stood up from his chair and kicked Si Jingyi with his long leg. "Making a spectacle of yourself."
Si Jingyi rubbed his sore backside, looking pleadingly at Wen Yan. "Sister-in-law, please take me on! Please, please, please—"
Wen Yan sat down at the dining table and stretched. "Alright then. Start with a horse stance."
Si Jingyi immediately bent his knees and stretched out his arms. "Sister-in-law, how's this posture?"
"Spread your legs a bit wider, squat a little lower."
Si Jingyi complied at once.
Thinking about how incredibly powerful his combat skills would be in the future, the corners of his mouth nearly stretched to his ears.
Wen Yan ate her breakfast while opening her gossip system.
[Shao Weiliang isn't dead; turns out he was saved by Wen Shiyu.]
[It must have been the reborn Wen Yue who told him, trying to defy fate. Does she really think Wen Shiyu saving Shao Weiliang means he'll survive?]
[Hah, he'll drop dead in half a month.]
Si Jingyi's legs trembled.
Si Moyan, who had just reached the dining room doorway, slightly furrowed his handsome brows.
They did believe that Wen Yan could foresee the future and knew other people's gossip.
But he couldn't believe that she could predict someone would die suddenly even after they had been rescued and narrowly escaped disaster.
Si Jingyi's thoughts differed from Si Moyan's. Ever since learning Song Fei'er's true nature, he now trusted Wen Yan's inner voice implicitly.
If Shao Weiliang still couldn't escape his deadly fate, then what about him? What about the Si family?
Argh!
In the end, would he still be sent to Africa to dig coal and die miserably in a foreign land?
He was only twenty-three, with so much life ahead of him.
He didn't want to die!
Wen Yan glanced at Si Jingyi, whose handsome face had fallen and whose forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
Tsk.
So weak.
"Forget it, second brother, don't push yourself. Just give up!"
Si Jingyi's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.
It's over, it's over, it's over.
Sister-in-law has spoken. She's telling him to give up on surviving!
Could he at least find a quicker way to die?
