Song Fei'er saw Si Jingyi staring at her blood-stained skirt with crimson eyes. She said weakly, "Brother Yi, I'm afraid the baby won't be saved, but don't be sad. We're still young, we can have another child in the future!"
There wasn't a trace of color on Song Fei'er's delicate face. Her pearly white teeth were clenched tightly on her lips. Despite being in obvious agony, she was still considerately comforting him.
The flicker of doubt in Si Jingyi's heart instantly vanished. Fei'er was in so much pain, how could it possibly be fake?
[Tsk, the level of this green tea btch—thoughtful, magnanimous, infinitely forgiving.]
[She arranged the car accident herself, and she's just stuffing a pillow under her dress, yet she's acting like she's in that much pain. If I didn't have this gossip system, even I would be convinced by her acting skills!]
[Si Jingyi is not only a cuckold but also a big idiot. There's a thin string dangling from her skirt hem, just pull it!]
[Pull it and you'll find out if she's tied a blood bag to herself.]
[Dammit, this is driving me crazy! If you don't pull it, I'm getting out of the car to do it for you!]
Si Jingyi's head was throbbing from Wen Yan's inner monologue. Without any thought, his hand instinctively reached for the hem of Song Fei'er's skirt.
He indeed felt a thin string.
Song Fei'er, still unaware of anything amiss, looked at Si Jingyi with teary, pitiful eyes. "Brother Yi, I really, really wanted to have this baby. It was our first child. I've imagined countless times how wonderful it would be if the baby looked like you—"
Before she could finish, she suddenly felt something between her legs being tugged loose.
With a soft plop, the object fell to the ground.
The remaining blood in the bag splattered all over the floor.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Song Fei'er's pupils contracted, her breathing hitched, and her face turned deathly pale. This time, she was genuinely terrified.
How did Si Jingyi know about the blood bag?
Si Jingyi was all brawn and no brains, the easiest one to fool in the Si family.
She had been deceiving him for nearly a year without him ever suspecting. How did he suddenly become clever?
Song Fei'er's mind raced. As long as she could come up with a reasonable excuse, Si Jingyi probably wouldn't blame her.
[Pfft, hahaha, the blood bag fell out. She's not going to tell that lovesick fool Si Jingyi, 'Brother Yi, I love you so much, but your Si family is so prestigious. I want to be with you forever, but I was afraid your family wouldn't agree. I resorted to this only because I didn't want to lose you!']
Song Fei'er burst into tears. "Brother Yi, I love you too much, but your Si family is a wealthy, powerful household in Yecheng. I'm just an ordinary girl, I'm not good enough for you. I was afraid your family wouldn't agree, so I faked the pregnancy... Brother Yi, I really didn't want to lose you."
If this had happened before, Si Jingyi, hearing Song Fei'er say this, wouldn't have blamed her at all. Instead, he would have felt sorry for her.
Previously, his grandfather had sent someone with a check, asking her to leave, but she hadn't taken a single cent.
She had been steadfast in staying with him.
He believed Fei'er truly loved him.
[The lovesick fool probably thinks Song Fei'er's love for him is real. She didn't take the old master's check last time because she thought a million was too little. She even cursed the old master for being stingy in her heart!]
Old Master Si noticed Si Moyan and Si Youyou's gazes falling on him. He stroked his beard with a dignified expression and gave a light cough.
Song Fei'er's father died early, her mother made money by selling her body, and her stepfather had mental issues. How many good girls could come from a family like that?
A million for her was already generous!
[Song Fei'er not only refused the old master's million, but also faked a wrist-slitting suicide, which absolutely broke the lovesick fool's heart. He even declared that if anyone tried to stop him from being with Song Fei'er again, he would cut ties with the family.]
[Although the old master played around a lot in his youth, one thing about him is that he dotes on his grandchildren. Seeing Si Jingyi dead set on being with Song Fei'er, he chose to turn a blind eye.]
[The lovesick fool probably still doesn't know that after Song Fei'er moved into the Si house, she stole a lot of his mother's jewelry and sold it on the black market!]
[The money from those pieces alone is more than a million, let alone the designer bags and luxury supercars the lovesick fool bought for her.]
[Geez, no wonder the Si family is destined to be cannon fodder. Not a single one of them has an IQ that's online!]
Si Jingyi's face changed colors repeatedly.
Fei'er secretly stole his mother's jewelry to sell?
He didn't believe it!
Usually, when he gave her expensive jewelry, she refused. How could she possibly do such a thing?
Si Jingyi glared darkly at Wen Yan in the Bentley.
Following his gaze, Song Fei'er saw Wen Yan and the others. Her pupils shrank slightly.
Struggling out of Si Jingyi's arms, she said with a frail, pale face, "Brother Yi, maybe we really aren't suited for each other. Don't come looking for me anymore from now on. Let's break up!"
Without waiting for Si Jingyi to respond, Song Fei'er staggered forward and ran away.
Watching her teetering figure, Si Jingyi's face showed heartache and reluctance.
Just as he was about to stride after her, Wen Yan greeted him with a smile. "Second Brother, so you found out your girlfriend was carrying a pillow?"
Si Jingyi's face darkened.
Seeing his expression, Wen Yan couldn't help but deepen the smile on her lips.
[The lovesick fool probably still thinks Song Fei'er really gave him her first time, doesn't he?]
Si Jingyi's pupils trembled with shock. He glared fiercely at Wen Yan.
What... what did she mean?
Fei'er's first time was given to him!
That morning when he woke up, he saw a dark red rose on the bedsheet. That was Fei'er giving him her most precious possession.
Wen Yan skimmed through the system's description of the process by which Si Jingyi believed Song Fei'er gave him her first time.
[Oh my, the process was actually like that. The lovesick fool is such an idiot!]
Si Jingyi glared angrily at Wen Yan.
What do you mean 'oh my'?
What was the process like? Spit it out!
Sitting in the back seat without having said a word, Si Moyan watched Wen Yan with her rich internal monologue. A trace of inscrutable depth appeared in his eyes.
Seeing Si Jingyi storm off angrily, Wen Yan retracted her gaze. Turning her head, she met Si Moyan's deep, abyss-like narrow eyes.
Si Moyan had taken off his suit jacket after getting in the car. He was wearing a white shirt and a business vest, which perfectly outlined his broad, solid chest and his strong, narrow waist.
There was an elegant, expensive-looking brooch on his vest.
His legs were crossed elegantly, his long fingers tapping on his knee. Though only twenty-five, he exuded the mature, cold, and authoritative aura of someone in power.
Wen Yan flashed him a charming smile. "Hubby, you're so handsome."
[Ding. Dislike value decreased by 1. Current value: 78.]
What the heck?
The dislike value is still 78? How many years and months will it take to reach a favorability of 100?
But she just praised him once and the dislike value decreased by 1. If she praises him a few more times, will it decrease even more?
"Hubby, your hands are even more beautiful than a pianist's."
[I wonder what it would feel like if they touched my body?]
[Awooga, it must be both thrilling and numbing, so pleasurable.]
The man, who typically remained unflappable even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, suddenly couhed lightly.
He shot an icy glare at Wen Yan. "Shut up!"
Grandpa and Youyou were in the car. What on earth was she thinking about in her mind?
