Inside the black bag was an ultra-sexy, barely-there lingerie nightgown.
Thin spaghetti straps, sheer lace, and under the skirt was a thong.
Just looking at it was embarrassing enough, let alone wearing it.
"Husband, do you want me to put this on for you?"
[Damn, I really couldn't tell the dog man had this kind of kink!]
[Next time, will he want me to dress as a bunny girl and twerk in front of him?]
Still in the hospital room, Si Yanli hardly dared to meet Si Moyan's dark, smoldering gaze that seemed ready to shoot flames.
This was definitely not something Big Brother bought. It was clearly Second Brother, playing the role of a divine wingman, who had secretly swapped the card holder in the black bag for that nightgown, and also a box of—
Wen Yan pulled out a box of condoms from the bag.
"Husband, your leg is still in a cast. Do you want me to take the lead and get on top?"
[So prim and proper on the surface, yet so naughty in private.]
[No wonder Old Man Si said all the Si family seeds are born with a bit of a flirtatious streak!]
[Oh my, the size on these is a bit big, I'm a little scared, what should I do?]
A vein throbbed on Si Moyan's forehead. His dark eyes swept sharply towards Si Yanli. "Third Brother, care to explain what's going on?"
Aside from his own brothers who wanted to push him and Wen Yan together, he couldn't think of anyone else.
Si Yanli adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his tall, straight nose. "Big Brother, this... this was all Second Brother's idea. If you want trouble, you should go find Second Brother!"
Before Si Moyan could say another word, Si Yanli fled the room as if running for his life.
Si Jingyi happened to arrive at the door of the room just in time to hear his elder brother roar with rage, "Si! Jing! Yi!"
Si Jingyi was so scared he stumbled back several steps.
"Big Brother must be sexually frustrated. The stuff I prepared for him is exactly what he needs!" Si Jingyi rubbed his nose, looking innocent.
Si Yanli pointed towards the room. "If you've got the guts, go in right now."
Si Jingyi instantly lost his nerve. "Hell no, I don't have the guts!"
Going in now would mean getting beaten to a pulp by Big Brother!
Si Jingyi ran away even faster than Si Yanli had.
Once only Wen Yan and Si Moyan remained in the room, Si Moyan rubbed his forehead. He looked at Wen Yan with his dark, deep eyes. "I didn't prepare that."
Wen Yan, watching the man who looked about to explode from his brothers' antics, tried hard to hold back her laughter. "Husband, then what did you want to give me?"
The man reopened the drawer.
He took out a black card holder.
He glanced at Wen Yan, his handsome, chiseled face wearing a mix of awkwardness and pride. "You've been behaving well lately. A reward."
[Oho, does he think he's an emperor, 'rewarding' me?]
Wen Yan took the card holder.
She opened it. The first card inside was a black card with no spending limit.
Besides the black card, there were membership cards for high-end department stores, restaurants, clubs, and other exclusive venues.
They all looked incredibly valuable.
Wen Yan's eyes went wide.
[My goodness, confirmed with a glance, this is the man I want to flirt with.]
"Husband, thank you, I really love you to death." Wen Yan leaned down and pressed her red lips to the man's forehead.
Her movement was too quick. By the time Si Moyan thought to push her away, it was already too late.
He looked at the woman so close to him. She was radiant, with fair skin and beautiful features. Her captivating, alluring eyes sparkled with laughter, the very picture of a little money-grubber.
He could see she was very happy at this moment, but there wasn't a single shred of genuine affection for him in that happiness.
She said his heart was like iron, but wasn't hers the same?
Then again, a temptress has no heart.
Not long after, Lu Zhou arrived with work.
Wen Yan, with nothing else to do, naturally wanted to go spend the wealth and membership cards she'd just acquired.
"Husband, do you need anything? I can buy it for you at the mall later."
The man was reviewing documents. When he worked, he was cold, stern, and serious—utterly captivating.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone indifferent. "As you wish."
Wen Yan drove her sports car, thrilled, heading for the upscale shopping mall.
Before getting out of the car, she changed into stiletto heels.
She was wearing a black knitted dress today. The body-hugging design perfectly outlined her slender, graceful figure.
A luxury business van was parked in the mall's garage.
Gu Beichen sat inside smoking. Wen Yue and Wen Yiheng had gone into the mall to buy clothes.
Tomorrow was the signing ceremony for the film and television rights of "Guilty," and Wen Yue, as the female lead, wanted to buy more pretty clothes.
Gu Beichen had given Wen Yue his credit card. As a top actor with a massive fanbase, it wasn't convenient for him to show his face.
Gu Beichen took a few puffs of his cigarette when he suddenly caught sight of Wen Yan swaying gracefully as she walked.
Seeing Wen Yan full of life, a flash of coldness and disgust passed through his eyes.
Stabbing herself three times on purpose last time was just to make him feel sorry for her and comfort her, right?
He hadn't paid her any attention lately, deliberately giving her the cold shoulder.
Sure enough, she had come looking for him secretly.
She was his most loyal lapdog, seeing him as her salvation.
She would never betray him or fall for Si Moyan.
She still had use. He couldn't abandon this pawn just yet.
Gu Beichen got out of the business van and stood in front of the hood, striking a handsome pose.
He lifted his chin slightly, his side profile flawless, a cigarette with a glowing red ember pinched between his fingers.
He knew which angles were most captivating and which poses Wen Yan liked best.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gu Beichen saw Wen Yan walking towards him.
Her palm-sized face was hidden behind sunglasses—fair skin, beautiful features, fiery red lips. The black knitted dress hugged her curvaceous figure, making her look both charmingly sensual and dazzlingly radiant.
She was indeed very beautiful, but it was only skin-deep. She was inferior to Wen Yue in every other way.
A typical airhead.
Gu Beichen didn't like such stupid, pig-headed women at all.
Wen Yan had naturally spotted Gu Beichen from afar. As she was about to pass by him, she acted as if she hadn't seen him.
But Gu Beichen deliberately stretched out his long leg, trying to block her path.
Wen Yan's red lips curled into a slight smile, and then—
Ow!
The woman's stiletto heel came down hard on the man's polished black leather shoe.
Instantly, it felt like the top of his foot might break, the pain unbearable.
Gu Beichen's handsome face twisted. Suppressing the anger in his chest, he looked at the breathtakingly beautiful woman. "Wen Yan!"
Wen Yan looked at the man whose features were contorted in pain and quickly took off her sunglasses. "Oh my, it's Best Actor Gu."
"My apologies, my apologies, did I just step on you?" She moved closer to him, and her stiletto 'accidentally' came down on his other foot.
Gu Beichen jumped in pain.
Damn!
This vicious woman!
"Oh dear, I've gotten nearsighted lately. I can't see things very clearly. I'm really sorry if I hurt you."
Seeing the woman looking so apologetic, Gu Beichen could only swallow his anger.
This airhead woman who loved him with her life probably didn't do it on purpose.
"Yanyan, I won't hold it against you for that prank last time, stabbing yourself three times to scare me. Weren't you saying before that you wanted to come to my apartment and cook me a meal? I have time this weekend. You can come over."
His tone carried a hint of condescension and arrogance.
As if giving her a little treat would make her bow and scrape before him like a lapdog.
Wen Yan curled her lips into a cold smile. Suddenly, she raised her hand—
A sharp slap rang out.
It landed squarely across the man's face.
