Suddenly, Wen Yan's slender ankle was firmly grasped by a man's warm, powerful hand.
His fingertips were rough, bearing thin calluses—clearly the hands of someone skilled with a gun.
The calluses rubbed against her delicate skin, causing a tingling, slightly numb sensation.
Wen Yan raised her fox-like eyes slightly, the tear mole at the outer corner radiating a bewitching aura. She showed no intention of being shy or pulling her foot back.
Seeing her ankle was captured yet she still dared to fidget, Si Moyan's brows furrowed. A deep, ink-like darkness flashed in his profound eyes.
He directly tickled the sole of her foot.
Wen Yan's body stiffened abruptly.
She feared nothing in heaven or earth.
Except being tickled on the soles of her feet!
[Ahahahahaha...]
There were others at the dining table, so she couldn't let it show on her face, only letting out a sharp, silent scream in her heart.
Old Master Si, Si Jingyi, and Si Youyou all glanced discreetly under the table.
Ahem.
What kind of marital game was this?
Wen Yan's fingertips gripped the table edge tightly. She wanted to pull her foot back, but the man had no intention of letting her go.
His attacks grew more relentless.
[Damn, he actually knows my weakness is ticklish feet, oh ahahahaha... this feeling is seriously bittersweet!]
[This dog of a man doesn't even know how to flirt properly. One day, I'll make him crave me in bed, desperate and ecstatic.]
[Revenge is a dish best served cold. The day he falls into my, Wen Daji's, hands, I'll transform into Lu Zhenhua and whip him to death with a little leather crop...]
Wen Yan's radiant face flushed crimson. She gritted her teeth, forcefully suppressing her laughter, and spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Husband, you look incredibly handsome in that black shirt. My heart is beating for you yet another day!"
[Short-lived ghost, cannon fodder, if you don't let go of me now, I won't hesitate to kick you! One move from me, and at best you'll get a broken nose, at worst, a disfigured face!]
The mechanical voice of System Da Bai promptly sounded: "Host, I must remind you, harming the target of your pursuit will likely raise his aversion to 100, and you'll be the first to go to the underworld."
Wen Yan, "..."
Wen Yan gritted her teeth, her lungs nearly exploding with anger.
She could only take out her phone and text the Si Iceberg.
[Husband, I was wrong. I won't use my foot to tease you again. Could you let me off this time?]
After sending the message, Wen Yan fixed her beautiful, misty eyes on him.
Her eyes seemed to shimmer like a pool of spring water, looking both pitiful and innocent, the corners tinged with a faint red, inexplicably captivating.
Old Master Si and Si Jingyi didn't dare to look at Wen Yan for too long.
She really was a siren.
Si Moyan's thin lips pressed into a tight line. His narrow eyes, fixed on Wen Yan, were as deep and dark as whirlpools. "Behave yourself from now on!"
With that, he released her ankle, stood up from his chair, and strode away.
His tall, straight retreating figure was filled with an aloof, icy coldness.
Wen Yan was speechless.
How could a man like this ever get a wife?
He deserves to grow old alone!
Si Moyan went out to wash his hands. Hearing the sound of water, Wen Yan pursed her lips.
[Good grief! He actually finds me so repulsive. One day, I'll make him kiss my, Wen Daji's, little iioiio.]
Si Jingyi directly spat out a mouthful of water.
Hahaha, sister-in-law has some latent pervert tendencies.
Wen Yan glanced at the sputtering Si Jingyi, who quickly pretended to look at his phone.
And looking at his phone, he indeed saw a shocking piece of news.
He quickly connected his phone to the restaurant TV.
"Grandpa, look, that Si family scumbag who's even worse than you is on the news headlines."
Old Master Si glared at Si Jingyi. "Brat, watch your mouth! Grandpa is lustful, not scummy. In my day, it was acceptable to have second and third wives."
Old Master Si put on his reading glasses and looked at the TV.
Si Jinxiao, wearing only a pair of red underpants, was shown tied hand and foot and dumped in a cemetery.
When reporters approached him, he was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing non-stop and begging for mercy, as if scared out of his wits.
The unsightly part was that the front of his underpants had a dark, wet patch—apparently, he had wet himself.
Old Master Si slammed his hand on the dining table.
Wen Yan thought he would be furious and denounce the culprit who played this prank on Si Jinxiao. But the next second, he let out a robust, hearty laugh.
"Puhahahaha, this disgrace! Good thing he went out and started his own branch of the family!"
As soon as Old Master Si finished speaking, he received calls from several old friends.
"That news this morning? I saw it. That disgrace went out on his own, his embarrassment has nothing to do with me anymore."
"When my third, fourth, and fifth grandsons return, I'm going to hold a severance banquet with that disgrace and remove him from the family register."
"I'll invite you all then. No need for gifts, just set off a few strings of firecrackers."
Wen Yan looked at the sensible Old Master Si and couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile.
Although the six Si siblings had a scumbag father who didn't like them, at least they had a grandfather who stood by their side.
Before leaving with Si Jingyi for the audition, Si Youyou called Wen Yan aside.
She took out a brand-name handbag and gave it to Wen Yan.
"Sister-in-law, I haven't used this bag yet. I'm giving it to you. In the future, when I can earn my own money, I'll buy you even better bags."
Wen Yan looked at Si Youyou, whose deer-like eyes sparkled, eagerly hoping she would accept the bag. She took it and slung it over her shoulder. "Thank you, little Youyou."
[Help! Little Youyou is too adorable. I really want to MUa her on the cheek.]
Si Youyou's delicate, pretty face instantly flushed bright red.
Wen Yan pinched Si Youyou's cheek. "When sister-in-law makes money, I'll help you remove that birthmark."
Si Youyou nodded excitedly and happily, then threw herself into Wen Yan's arms, nuzzling her face against Wen Yan's chest. "Thank you, sister-in-law."
Wen Yan couldn't resist pretty girls acting cute with her. In a good mood, she whistled.
[This damned wifely virtue, I don't want to uphold it for a single day. I'm not just into looks, muscles, Adam's apples, cute younger guys... I'm also into adorable girls.]
[Hahaha, alright, I admit it. I'm just plain lustful. I appreciate both male and female beauty.]
[My heart is like a durian, every spike is filled with pretty handsome guys and beautiful girls.]
Si Youyou's face was burning red.
In sister-in-law's eyes, did she count as a pretty beauty too?
Si Moyan came downstairs with some documents, ready to head to work, and happened to hear Wen Yan's inner thoughts.
Seeing Si Youyou, flushed-faced, nestled in Wen Yan's embrace, his sword-like brows furrowed.
"Youyou!"
Si Youyou lifted her head from Wen Yan's chest. Seeing her eldest brother's cold and icy gaze, she couldn't help but shiver.
"Mind your boundaries."
The current Wen Yan was a seductress who went for both men and women. He was genuinely a bit worried Youyou might fall for her.
After Si Moyan left, Si Youyou whispered, "Big brother is so stingy. He gets jealous just from me hugging sister-in-law."
Wen Yan didn't take it seriously.
If that clueless, unromantic iceberg Si Moyan could feel jealous, then iron trees could bloom!
