She was radiant and spoke with a booming voice.
She didn't look like someone who had been stabbed three times at all!
Wen Yan let out a yawn and leisurely pulled out a piece of iron plate and a bag of blood plasma from her bathrobe.
The blood plasma bag had three holes poked in it, with only about a third of the blood left inside.
[I have to thank Song Fei'er for teaching me those green tea skills. Never thought the bag of chicken blood I bought on my way back from the cemetery tonight, after seeing someone slaughter a chicken, would come in handy so quickly.]
[It just smells a bit unpleasant. I need to hurry back and take a shower.]
Seeing Wen Yan approach, the Si family members quickly turned and headed back inside, each returning to their own rooms.
Before entering his room, Old Master Si said to Si Moyan, who was about to go upstairs, "Eldest, your wife's personality suits my taste perfectly. You need to put in more effort, try to make her develop feelings for you, so she won't go out looking for some young puppy."
Si Moyan didn't respond to Old Master Si. He strode with his long legs into the guest room on the second floor.
His ambitions were grand; he wanted to develop the Si family into the largest enterprise in the country.
He had little interest in matters of romance.
But thinking of that madwoman whose actions always managed to defy expectations, his narrow, dark eyes couldn't help but deepen a few shades.
Although he didn't like her, he had to admit, she was quite unique!
After Wen Yan finished her shower, she suddenly found herself wide awake.
Her thoughts drifted to Si Moyan.
He was a vigorous, full-blooded man who had never been with a woman. He must have been holding back for a long time!
If gaining Si Youyou's favor could reduce his aversion by 20 points, what if she could conquer him? Wouldn't that complete the conquest mission directly?
It was already 1 a.m. He should be asleep by now, right?
Should she go to his room, secretly sleep beside him, and then flirt with him fiercely tomorrow morning when his willpower is at its weakest?
The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more she felt this was an excellent plan.
She picked out a V-neck nightgown from the wardrobe and quietly made her way to the guest room where Si Moyan was resting.
The man lay on the spacious soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, lying on his side with his eyes closed.
By the light from the hallway, she walked to the bedside, slightly crouched down, and looked at the man's features in sleep.
Unlike when he was awake, sharp and cold, he now seemed more unguarded and refined.
The strands of his bangs fell across his forehead, making him look almost like a university boy.
Wen Yan's gaze fell on his eyelashes, longer and finer than a woman's, and she felt a pang of envy.
So thick and dense, no wonder his eyes looked so deep when open!
Wen Yan's slender fingers traced the sharp contours of his body, slowly moving up to his chest.
[Wowza, I'm touching his pecs.]
[Not bad, not bad at all. Clearly works out regularly, firm and elastic.]
Si Moyan had woken up the moment Wen Yan entered the room.
To be precise, he hadn't even fallen asleep yet.
This brazen, lustful woman!
Just as her fingers were about to reach his abs, he suddenly reached out a large hand and firmly gripped her slender wrist.
Wen Yan blinked, her eyes meeting his narrow, unfathomably deep ones.
Dangerous, bloodthirsty cold light swirled in their depths.
As if he wanted to tear her limb from limb!
"Wen Yan, what are you doing?" The man's voice was icy, seeming to emerge from the depths of his throat.
Wen Yan wasn't flustered in the slightest; she remained remarkably composed.
She stared unblinkingly at Si Moyan, not making a sound, not showing any shyness.
She acted like a sleepwalker, calmly and naturally getting up from his bed.
Then she slowly walked towards the room's door.
Si Moyan sat up in bed, his dark eyes deep and somber as he watched her retreating figure.
Only after Wen Yan had left the guest room did the corner of her mouth lift slightly.
Awesome! I got to take advantage of Iceberg Si and left him unable to complain, forced to suffer in silence! Pretending to sleepwalk really is the most effective.
Tsk, as expected, he really is the chosen one assigned to me by the Dabai system. His figure is truly top-notch, absolutely fantastic.
[Awoo, next time I'll pretend to sleepwalk and feel up his eight-pack abs.]
Si Moyan's handsome face tightened.
He clenched his back teeth, doing his utmost to restrain the emotions surging inside him.
Damn woman.
Challenging his patience all day long.
If she dared touch his abs, he would definitely chop her hands off!
...
The next day.
Wen Yan remembered she had an audition today for the female supporting role number three in Si Jingyi's new drama.
She crawled out of bed, eyes still bleary with sleep.
While working on conquering Si Moyan, she had also set a small goal for herself.
Otherwise, when the Si family went bankrupt and they all became cannon fodder, if she herself had no money, that would be truly miserable!
When Wen Yan went to the dining room for breakfast, Old Master Si, Si Moyan, Si Jingyi, and Si Youyou were all there.
Wen Yan quietly asked Si Youyou, "Little Youyou, aren't your third, fourth, and fifth brothers coming back recently?"
Si Youyou nodded, "Third Brother is at the Translation Institute, Fourth Brother is abroad, and Fifth Brother is in a closed training program with the swim team."
"Eldest sister-in-law, do you want to see Third, Fourth, and Fifth Brother?"
Wen Yan smiled without answering.
[Oh dear, if it weren't for trying to reduce Iceberg Si's aversion points, I wouldn't want to see those guys at all!]
The Si family's third and fourth sons were twins. They were kidnapped together as children. At that time the kidnappers only agreed to release one of them first. The Si family asked for the third son, who was in poorer health, to be released. As a result, when the fourth son escaped, he fell down a mountainside, was left disabled, became dark and bitter inside, and ultimately came to hate the Si family because of it.
[As for the fifth son, he was abused by a nanny as a child and locked in a cabinet. He was also in the car when my vegetative mother-in-law had her accident, suffered significant trauma, and even spent some time in a mental hospital.]
[Although a swimming prodigy, he's taciturn and doesn't get along with his teammates. His future looks pretty bleak, too.]
Wen Yan decided to try flirting with Si Moyan again.
To see if she could make him develop some feelings for her.
While eating breakfast, Wen Yan slipped off her slippers.
Her fair, slender little foot slowly crept up the man's calf.
Si Moyan lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wen Yan.
Today, she had her long hair styled in a princess updo and wore a long black knitted dress. The figure-hugging design perfectly outlined her graceful, shapely silhouette.
Her neck was snow-white and slender, her collarbones slim and delicate, her shoulders forming perfect right angles with graceful lines.
If one ignored her shamelessness, she could be considered a woman with near-perfect looks and figure.
Seeing Si Moyan's deep, dark eyes turn toward her, Wen Yan curled her lips into a charming, bewitching smile.
[You dog of a man, my foot is almost at your thigh. I don't believe you don't have any reaction at all!]
Old Master Si's eyes pretended to glance casually under the table.
Si Jingyi also couldn't help but sneak a peek downward.
Only Si Youyou's face turned red again.
She just couldn't be around her eldest brother and sister-in-law, otherwise her sister-in-law's inner monologue was always driving the car with her eldest brother.
So embarrassing!
Wen Yan could clearly feel the man's leg muscles tensing and the searing heat.
Even though she was doing something shameless, her face looked more innocent and guileless than anyone else's.
Si Moyan clenched his jaw tightly, his dark eyes were as deep and black as ink.
Just as Wen Yan's foot was about to continue its unrestrained climb upwards, suddenly—
