Si Moyan's tall figure suddenly stiffened.
His sharp brows furrowed tightly, his voice low, cold, and hoarse. "What did you say?"
"I said, let's get a divorce!" Wen Yan declared, winking vigorously at Si Moyan as she spoke.
[We aren't a fake couple, are we? I'm saying this on purpose for Wen Yue, who is eavesdropping outside the door. He should be able to understand what I mean!]
[Wen Yue is extremely vindictive right now. If I continue to be all lovey-dovey with Si Moyan, her mind will become even more twisted and dark, and the Si family will go bankrupt even faster.]
Hearing Wen Yan's inner voice, the tense lines of Si Moyan's face softened slightly.
He actually thought she really wanted to divorce him!
Thankfully, she was just putting on a show for Wen Yue.
"Wen Yan, don't think I'll keep spoiling you."
Seeing that the man caught on immediately, the corners of Wen Yan's lips curled up, but her voice grew even colder. "Who asked you to spoil me? Do you think you're still the heir to the wealthiest family in Ye City? You're about to lose everything, and I'm certainly not going to suffer alongside you!"
Si Moyan looked at her with dark, deep eyes. "Fine. Don't regret it!"
Hearing the fierce argument coming from inside the office, the corners of Wen Yue's lips curled into an involuntary smirk.
She knew Wen Yan was a selfish person.
Once the Si Group fell into her hands, she would put all her effort into dealing with Wen Yan.
When that time came and Wen Yan no longer had Si Moyan backing her, crushing her would be as easy as stepping on an ant!
At this thought, Wen Yue's smile grew wider and wider.
After Wen Yue left, Wen Yan immediately walked up to Si Moyan. "Hubby, I said that on purpose just for Wen Yue to hear. I never thought about divorcing you. But the Si Group is facing such a huge crisis because of me. Do you blame me?"
Si Moyan held Wen Yan's hand. "It has nothing to do with you. Wen Yue is relying on her new backer. She is highly ambitious and wants to become the overlord of Ye City!"
Si Moyan looked deeply at Wen Yan with his dark eyes. "You probably know who Wen Yue's backer is, right?"
Wen Yan's long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly. She lowered her eyes, her expression looking a bit dim. "I know."
[Perhaps I was just destined not to have a bond with my parents. It's one thing that they don't like me, but they always want to harm me.]
Si Moyan's heart twinged with pain.
He reached out his long arms and pulled the woman's slender body tightly into his embrace.
After keeping Si Moyan company while he worked overtime for a while, Wen Yan took him back to the apartment.
As soon as they entered, Wen Yan heard an old man's dissatisfied voice. "Your chess skills are terrible. You lost completely and utterly."
Wen Jinglou had been dragged into playing chess in the living room by the old man.
Seeing Wen Yan and Si Moyan return, Wen Jinglou immediately stood up. "Let A-Yan play a round with you. I still have two dishes left to cook."
Lately, Si Moyan had been busy with company affairs. He had only heard Wen Yan mention that she saved a foreign old man a few days ago, but he hadn't met the person yet.
The old man glanced at Si Moyan, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized him carefully. "Is this the girl's husband?"
The old man had a sharp and critical eye. He originally wanted to pick out some flaws in Si Moyan, but from head to toe, Si Moyan was truly too handsome and exuded a cold, noble aura, making it impossible to find any faults.
However—
"What are you busy with every day? Is work so important that your own wife isn't? You haven't come back for a single meal recently. Do you not want the girl anymore?"
Wen Yan's mouth twitched. She gently tugged at Si Moyan's sleeve and lowered her voice, "He's a bit of a nitpicker."
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips together. "It's fine."
He walked over to sit opposite the old man and played a game of chess with him.
Initially, the old man didn't take him seriously, thinking his skills were about the same as Wen Jinglou's. But as it turned out—
His skills were actually on par with his own, and his moves even carried a murderous aura.
The old man had to exert a tremendous amount of effort just to beat him.
"You brat, you know I'm an old man, couldn't you have let me win?"
Wen Yan shook her head helplessly. "Grandpa, didn't you say that one's character in chess reflects their true character, and that deliberately letting someone win is disrespectful to the opponent?"
The old man snorted. "How was I supposed to know this kid is so good? After dinner, I'm going to play a few more rounds with him!"
"No way. My husband hasn't been resting well lately. After dinner, I want him to get some rest."
The old man noticed the bloodshot veins in Si Moyan's narrow eyes and the faint shadows beneath them. He frowned. "Is the work pressure for young people nowadays really this intense?"
Wen Yan hummed in agreement but didn't say much more.
Wen Jinglou had prepared a table full of food. Since Si Moyan came over for dinner, he had made a few seafood dishes.
Wen Jinglou was allergic to seafood; he had made them specifically for Si Moyan.
"A-Yan, eat some more."
Si Moyan nodded. "Thank you, Dad."
Seeing Si Moyan eating shrimp, the old man hurriedly grabbed one for himself.
"Wen Jinglou, your chess skills aren't great, but your cooking isn't bad at all!"
The old man ate a few large shrimp and then a hairy crab. "Not bad, not bad. Delicious."
As they were almost done eating, the old man suddenly felt an itch on his back.
"What's going on? My back is itchy and feels a bit like it's burning."
Wen Yan immediately stood up, walked behind the old man, and took a look.
"Grandpa, unbutton your shirt a bit. Let me take a look for you."
As soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, the old man clutched his clothes tightly. "You little girl, how can you just casually look at an old man's back?"
Wen Yan's mouth twitched.
Wen Jinglou explained, "Sir, my daughter is a doctor. Let her check it for you."
The old man awkwardly took off half of his shirt.
Wen Yan looked at the old man's back.
A lot of red rashes had broken out on his back.
It was likely an allergic reaction.
Just as Wen Yan was about to look away, she suddenly noticed a leaf-shaped birthmark on the old man's shoulder.
Wen Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.
She had seen a birthmark of this exact shape before.
On Wen Jinglou's shoulder.
Her father's birthmark was in the exact same spot as the old man's!
And the old man breaking out in rashes all over was because he was allergic to the seafood he just ate!
Coincidentally, her father couldn't eat seafood either.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
Seeing Wen Yan staring blankly at his back with a solemn expression, the old man's nerves instantly tensed.
"Girl, I don't have some terminal illness, do I? I haven't remembered my past yet, and I don't know where my home is. I don't want to die so soon!"
Wen Yan pressed her lips together tightly. "You don't have a terminal illness. You're just allergic to seafood. By the way, Grandpa, when I checked your pulse a few days ago, I found a blood clot in your brain. Have you been taking the medicine I gave you on time?"
The old man nodded. "I've been taking it. I want to recover my memory quickly too!"
Wen Yan didn't say anything more and instead looked at Wen Jinglou.
Her father's appearance wasn't purely Eastern; he looked a bit mixed-race.
Looking closely, her father's eyes were dark blue under strong light, his nose bridge was high, and his lips were thin. He actually looked somewhat like the old man in front of her.
Could it be that her dad is the old man's—
