Si Moyan saw Si Jinxiao. His handsome features were tense, his large hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking audibly.
"Mother marrying someone like you was the worst luck of eight lifetimes!"
Besides Old Master Si, only Si Moyan dared to speak to Si Jinxiao in such a tone.
Si Jinxiao was in his forties, tall and imposing, handsome and stern, with an undeniably excellent appearance that carried the air of a mature man.
Si Jinxiao had once encountered a mystic who advised him that if he treated Gu Beichen well, he would soar to great heights in the future, possibly even becoming the richest man in the country.
As for his own children, the mystic said none could compare to Gu Beichen, and his eldest son was even destined to die young.
"Without me, where would you and your siblings have come from?" Si Jinxiao glared at Si Moyan with utter disgust. Si Moyan looked like Jing Lan, and his personality was similar too—cold, ruthless, and domineering—which made him utterly unlikable.
Si Jinxiao then glanced at Si Youyou standing behind Si Moyan. The scar on her right cheek was hideous to the extreme, completely incomparable to his little daughter outside, Gu Yanyan.
Yanyan was fair, pure, and lovely; whenever he took her out, everyone praised her beauty!
The disdain in Si Jinxiao's eyes made Si Youyou lower her gaze in shame.
Seeing Si Youyou's expression, Wen Yan's heart gave a slight, painful twinge.
In her past life, her father had also been scum, who, drowning in gambling debts, sold her when she was only two years old to repay them.
If she hadn't met her master, she probably would have died very early in that past life, and certainly wouldn't have been able to enter the entertainment industry to earn money relying on her skills in metaphysics and medicine.
Wen Yan couldn't bear to see a young girl wronged. She gently took Si Youyou's hand. "Little Youyou, in your sister-in-law's heart, you are the most beautiful."
Si Youyou's long eyelashes fluttered, dewdrops of tears shimmering in her deer-like eyes.
"Father, if you don't agree to let them enter the household, I will establish my own family!"
Old Master Si was so angry his mustache quivered. "Get out, get out! Let's see what kind of wretched state you'll end up in after 'establishing your own family'!"
Si Jinxiao sneered coldly. "I hope you won't regret this!"
Old Master Si retorted, "If I regret it, you can be my father!"
It infuriated him to death.
That damned scoundrel. Being a lecher was one thing, but he should at least have some basic decency!
To abandon his own family was utterly inhuman.
How did he give birth to such a beast?
Old Master Si patted the shoulder of Si Moyan, whose handsome face was icy and stern. "You must never follow in your father's footsteps. Xiao Yan is a good girl, treat her well."
Wen Yan immediately got goosebumps on her arms.
[Absolutely not. Once I complete my mission, I'll welcome with open arms any mistresses, number four, five, or even a thousand he might have outside.]
[Anyway, I'm not one to give up the entire forest for a single tree. Aren't cute younger guys great? Calling me 'sister' with every word, just thinking about it is exhilarating.]
Old Master Si gave Si Moyan a sympathetic look.
So, in Xiao Yan's eyes, his eldest grandson held zero appeal.
This really didn't seem like a descendant of the Si family. The men of their Si family, once they made a move, could charm women utterly.
How did it come to this by his grandson's generation?
The eldest has no charm, the second is lovesick, the third declared in the Translation Institute he'd remain unmarried, the fourth abroad hasn't been heard to have any girls liking him, and the fifth, a swimmer, trains 365 days a year—needless to say more!
Old Master Si seemed to envision a lush green pasture soon growing on Si Moyan's head. He lowered his voice, "Eldest, you need to step up your game, charm her, bewitch her."
The corner of Si Moyan's mouth twitched. "Don't know how to 'step up my game,' and not interested either."
Old Master Si glared at him. "The day she really decides to cuckold you, you'll regret it, but it'll be too late."
...
Night, deep.
Si Jinxiao had been drinking tea at a client's house and was now driving back to his outside home.
But the car simply wouldn't start. He had no choice but to walk to the roadside to hail a taxi.
He got into a cab, gave the address, and then made a video call to Gu Yanyan.
"Daddy, Mom and I prepared a midnight snack for you. How much longer until you're home?"
Looking at his daughter's pure, bright, and lovely smile, a doting smile spread across Si Jinxiao's face. "Soon. Is your brother home?"
"Brother went back to Yecheng today, but he has something on tonight and won't be back until midnight."
The two children Gu Manshu bore were both very obedient to Si Jinxiao, unlike the children Jing Lan bore, none of whom were willing to listen to him.
If only Jing Lan would never wake up, or just die in the hospital!
Then he could openly bring Gu Manshu back to the Si family.
But since the old man refused to let Manshu and the two children enter the household, he would have to re-establish a family outside.
Once the old man died, the Si family would likely become a scattered mess.
They would still need him to come back and take charge then!
"Honey, Yanyan and I are waiting for you at home, love you." Gu Manshu sat next to Gu Yanyan and chimed in.
"Love you too." Si Jinxiao's smile deepened.
After ending the video call, Si Jinxiao suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy.
He seemed to smell a faint, delicate fragrance.
He rubbed his temples and looked sharply at the driver.
The driver was slender, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, making their appearance unclear.
"What did you put in the car?" His mind seemed to be growing foggier.
The driver chuckled lightly. "You're not worthy of knowing."
As soon as the driver finished speaking, Si Jinxiao fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, his face was bruised and swollen, his whole body ached, and his clothes had been stripped off, leaving only his underwear.
His hands and feet were tied, and he had been dumped in Yecheng's largest cemetery.
The surrounding lights were dim, the vast expanse of graves eerie and terrifying to the extreme.
Having been arrogant for over forty years, Si Jinxiao had never been in such a wretched, panicked state.
Goosebumps erupted all over his body.
He shouted for help, but no one responded.
No one came to rescue him, and he couldn't break free from his bonds.
He could only comfort himself that there were no ghosts in this world.
But faintly, he seemed to hear a mournful, piercing cry.
"I died so tragically, pushed off the mountain by my scumbag husband."
"Scumbags deserve a horrible death, scumbags deserve a horrible death—"
Suddenly, from within the thick fog, a ghostly face with blood at the corners of its eyes, a long protruding tongue, and a deathly pale complexion appeared before him.
Si Jinxiao screamed in terror, a hot liquid flowing from his lower abdomen.
He had wet himself.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.
...
After returning the taxi, Wen Yan went back to the Si residence.
She stretched, feeling somewhat sleepy.
She took a shower and had just lain down on the bed when her phone's WeChat notification sounded.
[Yanyan, I've come to the Si house. I'm waiting for you outside the back garden.]
[If I don't see you, I won't leave tonight.]
Oh, playing the "deeply affectionate" card, huh?
The original host must have fallen for the male lead's tricks!
Since transmigrating, Wen Yan hadn't met the male lead in person. Tonight, she ought to go see him.
Otherwise, he might keep pestering and using her in the future!
Wen Yan threw on a robe and left the master bedroom.
The night was deep, the rest of the Si family already asleep.
The corridor was quiet.
[Hehe, a dark and windy night, Wen Daji is going out to meet the male lead.]
[Gotta say, this feels a bit like having a secret affair, super thrilling.]
In the study, reviewing documents, Si Moyan's slender, large hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
