The man reached out his long arms and scooped her up into his embrace.
With steady, powerful strides, he carried her to the master bedroom.
He laid her down on the spacious, soft bed.
He leaned over, resting his hands on either side of her body.
The muscle lines beneath his shirt were strong and powerful.
Wen Yan looked at his handsome, chiseled face and his deep, dark eyes that seemed ready to devour her, and her beautiful, rose-like eyes curved into a smile.
Looking at her eyes, bright as the stars, Si Moyan's heart beat wildly.
How fortunate he was to have met her.
Her appearance had given him the feeling of a beating heart, and let him experience what true love really was.
At first, he hadn't understood why his grandfather insisted on forcing him to marry her.
Perhaps, everything was destined.
If he hadn't married her, how could she have won his heart!
She was such a smart, wise, bright, and independent girl.
He was incredibly lucky to have earned her favor.
Wen Yan wrapped her arms around the man's broad shoulders. Hubby, I'm ready.
Si Moyan's Adam's apple bobbed. He lowered his head and deeply kissed her soft, red lips.
As the electric curtains slowly drew to a close, their night truly began.
...
In the middle of the night.
Wen Yan was carried to the bathroom by the man for a shower.
She lay on her stomach on the bed, the silk comforter draped over her smooth, jade-like back.
Faint red marks could be seen on her beautiful, slender white neck.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, holding a hairdryer, his long fingers running through her hair as he dried it for her.
Are you okay? he asked in a husky voice.
Wen Yan buried her small face in the pillow; she was too exhausted to even speak to him.
A man who finally tasted the forbidden fruit at twenty-six was indeed a bit terrifying.
After drying her hair, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek. Do you still envy others for going seven times a night?
Wen Yan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Si Moyan, if you dare to torment me like that, see if I don't beat you up!
The man caught the pillow, lifted the covers, and lay down beside her.
Wen Yan looked up and saw his firm, muscular chest, well-defined abs, and the V-line extending down to his hipbones.
He had a classic inverted triangle figure, muscular when undressed, lean when clothed.
She had truly found a treasure.
Seeing her staring at him, the man's lips curled into a wicked smirk. What, still have energy?
Wen Yan balled her hands into fists and gently pounded his chest. So annoying. I need to sleep. I don't want to turn into a panda tomorrow.
Si Moyan's thin lips curved slightly. Alright, I won't make you cry anymore.
Wen Yan, ...
[Ahhh, this guy has become so bad now!]
Si Moyan pulled her into his arms, his thin lips kissing her forehead. Goodnight, baby.
His dark, narrow eyes were as soft as the moonlight in the night sky.
...
The next day.
When Wen Yan woke up, the man beside her was nowhere to be seen.
Her back and waist ached a little. After rolling over, she went back to sleep.
She was woken up by kisses.
Opening her eyes and looking at the magnified handsome face in front of her, her long eyelashes fluttered gently.
Snapping to her senses, she abruptly pushed the man away. Mmph, I haven't brushed my teeth yet!
The man chuckled softly. Your hubby doesn't mind.
Wen Yan raised a finger to cover her mouth. No way. I am a person with standards and principles.
Si Moyan felt helpless. Are you going back to sleep?
Wen Yan shook her head. No more sleeping. I'm a bit hungry.
I made some food. Should I carry you to wash up now?
Wen Yan was feeling too lazy to move anyway, so she let the man carry her to the bathroom.
She stood on his slippers, waiting for him to squeeze the toothpaste for her before she started brushing.
After she finished brushing, he helped her wash her face.
Wen Yan shot the man a reproachful look through the mirror with her alluring fox-like eyes. If you keep spoiling me like this, you're going to turn me into a useless bum.
The man smiled dotingly. Are you still sore? Do you want me to apply some ointment for you?
Wen Yan's small face flushed red. Si Moyan, I don't want to talk to you anymore!
It was rare for the man to see her looking so shy, and his lips curled into a delighted smile.
When he smiled, he exuded a deadly attractive, mature masculine charm.
After the two finished breakfast, they shared another intimate and lingering moment in the apartment.
Si Moyan didn't go to work, but he had been incredibly busy lately, and business calls came in one after another.
Finally, he just turned off his phone.
He finally understood the meaning behind the saying: The spring nights are too short, the sun rises high, and from then on, the emperor no longer held early morning court.
Si Moyan stayed in Wen Yan's apartment for three days and three nights.
People outside were going crazy looking for him.
But everyone was stopped by Old Master Si.
His eldest grandson had finally consummated his marriage with his granddaughter-in-law; how could he let outsiders interrupt?
Three days later, Si Moyan still wanted to stay in the apartment, but Wen Yan kicked him out.
If you stay here any longer, my poor waist is going to snap.
Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan, who seemed to have actually lost a bit of weight in just three days, and rubbed her head. Do you want to go to work with hubby?
Are you trying to drag me into some office play? No, I'm not going. I still have to write my thesis, see patients at the hospital, and do so many other things!
Si Moyan didn't force her. He transferred a nanny over from the Si family villa. Just tell the nanny whatever you want to eat.
Wen Yan gave him an OK gesture and then pushed Si Moyan out of the apartment.
Rubbing her waist, she walked over to the sofa, lay down, and let out a long sigh of relief.
[How on earth does this dog of a man know about going seven times a night?]
[I don't think I've ever mentioned that in front of him before, right?]
For the past three days, in order to prove that he could do it too, he had nearly taken her life!
...
Si Moyan drove to the Si Corporation.
He parked his car in the garage, and just as he was about to enter the elevator, a slender figure suddenly walked over and blocked his way.
Brother Yan, I've been calling you lately, but your phone has been turned off.
Looking at Jiang Shuyin who had blocked his path, Si Moyan frowned slightly, his expression turning ice-cold as he spoke. What is it? The one billion US dollars was already transferred to you a few days ago.
Jiang Shuyin didn't mind his frosty attitude too much. She curled her lips. You've forgotten that most important memory. Do you really not want to remember it?
Si Moyan narrowed his dark eyes slightly. What do you mean?
I have a video here. You'll know once you watch it! Jiang Shuyin took out her phone and played a video.
Upon seeing the contents of the video, Si Moyan's handsome face changed drastically, and his pupils contracted violently.
His breathing uncontrollably sped up.
Seeing Si Moyan's expression, Jiang Shuyin curled her lips coldly. Out of our Team Nine teammates, other than you and me who are still alive, everyone else was killed because of you!
You're living so happily now, but those criminals who chopped off their heads and limbs are still at large. You can use hypnosis to forget that tragic memory of how your decision-making error led to the entire team being wiped out, but I can't forget!
You've really been living with such peace of mind these past few years!
Si Moyan stared intently at the bloody footage in the video, his soul and his very insides trembling.
That tragic memory he had forgotten began to resurface in his mind, bit by bit.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through his temples, as if pierced by an ice pick.
He bent over slightly, his chest aching so much he felt like he was suffocating.
He remembered.
He remembered everything!
It turned out that his departure from the special forces wasn't entirely due to family infighting.
It was his flawed decision-making that had killed the teammates who fought alongside him!
Yet, for the past few years, he had completely forgotten about that incident.
The criminals who had brutally murdered them were still at large!
He was practically a monster!
Watching Si Moyan squatting on the ground in agony with his head in his hands, a cold, sinister smirk curled the corners of Jiang Shuyin's lips.
The secret base of those deranged criminals was located in the extremely dangerous Black Desert.
The Black Desert was known as the Land of Death. Many organizations would throw traitors into the Black Desert as punishment, and before long, those traitors would be reduced to a pile of white bones.
If Si Moyan wanted to take revenge for his fallen teammates, he would inevitably head to the Black Desert.
As long as he went there, his chances of survival would be slim to none.
The task given to her by the mysterious person was to end Si Moyan's life ahead of schedule.
But given Si Moyan's current power and methods in Ye City, she couldn't possibly lay a finger on him.
Only by making him willingly enter the Black Desert would he walk down the path of his own destruction!
"Over the past few years while I was abroad, I've been secretly investigating the secret base of those criminals," Jiang Shuyin said, handing Si Moyan a slip of paper. "This is the address I found."
...
Wen Yan hadn't seen Si Moyan for a whole week.
She figured he was busy, but she hadn't expected him to be this busy.
Day after day, she didn't even catch a glimpse of him.
He had grown cold right after sleeping with her.
Such a ruthless, heartless scumbag!
Just as Wen Yan was about to take the initiative and look for him at his company, she saw a message Si Moyan sent to the Si family group chat.
He was inviting the family to dinner at the Ye City Grand Hotel that evening and told them not to be absent.
Wen Yan arrived at the hotel early. Si Moyan was standing alone in front of the private room's floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigarette pinched between his fingers.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and glanced at her.
Seeing his gaunt silhouette and sunken eyes, Wen Yan was given a massive fright.
What happened to him?
How had he become so haggard and emaciated in just one week!
"Hubby, you didn't get your life essence sucked dry by some female demon, did you?"
Si Moyan flicked the ash from his cigarette, his features appearing obscure and unreadable in the swirling smoke.
He pressed his thin lips tightly together and said in a hoarse voice, "No. Wait for Grandpa and the others to arrive. I have something to say to all of you."
Wen Yan could tell that something was wrong with Si Moyan.
She vaguely guessed in her heart that it had to do with the memories he had lost.
Sure enough, when Old Master Si and the others arrived, Si Moyan announced that he had recovered those memories.
Old Master Si was so shocked that his face drastically changed color. "Eldest Boy, you..."
Si Moyan raised a hand. "I have to make a trip to the Black Desert. I want to destroy the secret base of those criminals with my own hands. If I can't do it, I won't come back alive!"
With a loud smack, Old Master Si slammed his hand on the table. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? If you don't come back alive, what will Xiao Yan do in the future? What about your younger siblings?"
Si Moyan took out a few documents. "I have already drawn up my will." He looked at Wen Yan with bloodshot eyes, his voice incredibly hoarse. "Mrs. Si, I have wronged you."
Even without checking her system, Wen Yan could feel the intense sorrow and agony in Si Moyan's heart.
She gave him a deep look and then said, "Hubby, just go and do whatever you want to do. I will support you!"
