Old Master Si glanced at Simo Yan, whose face was as cold as frost.
Who would have guessed that his iceberg of a grandson played so wildly in private.
Truly a chip off the old Si family block!
Si Youyou's face flushed bright red. Was this kind of adult topic something she should be listening to?
"Grandfather, Big Brother, I have things to do, so I won't be going to the hospital with you."
Simo Yan arranged for a driver to pick up Si Youyou.
Wen Yan followed Old Master Si to the hospital.
She rested her chin on her hand, looking out the car window.
[Should I warn the old master that his medicine is problematic?]
[Forget it, what do I care if the old master lives or dies? I just need to focus on charming Iceberg Si to get that 100 favorability points.]
[I'll get my hair done this afternoon, and maybe hit the snack street for some good food.]
[Spicy hot pot, potato noodles, fried squid, taro green milk tea, here I come!]
Old Master Si and Simo Yan exchanged a look, both shaking their heads helplessly.
After arriving at the hospital, Simo Yan told Wen Yan to go attend to her own business.
Wen Yan blinked her captivating, fox-like eyes, her slender, pale fingers lightly tugging at the man's sleeve as she shook it coquettishly. "Hubby, I'm going to get my hair done and go shopping later. Aren't you going to toss me a black card?"
Weren't the domineering CEOs in novels always tossing the female lead a black card?
She might not be the female lead, but she was still a wealthy society wife!
Simo Yan shook off her hand from his sleeve, his thin lips parting coldly. "You're not worthy yet!"
Wen Yan was so angry she almost saw steam coming from her head.
[Dammit, you dog of a man! I swear I'll conquer you with my charm and make you kneel on the bed calling me 'big sister' someday.]
[Ahahaha, I can't wait for that day to come!]
After Wen Yan left, Old Master Si looked at Simo Yan with a complicated expression. "Will you kneel on the bed and call her 'big sister' in the future?"
Simo Yan retorted, "Grandfather!"
Old Master Si waved his hand. "Alright, alright, let's not talk about the future for now. Do you think your wife might have schizophrenia?"
If she did have it, how did she accurately predict Si Jingyi's car accident and that Song Fei'er was just carrying a pillow?
But if she didn't have it, how could she possibly know so many inside stories?
Thinking of her inner monologue about his medicine being problematic, Old Master Si frowned deeply. "Eldest, do you think my medicine really has a problem? Will I really end up having my oxygen tube pulled and being smothered with a pillow?"
"I worked so hard to build the business and raise all you descendants. What sin did I commit to deserve such an end? So I was a bit of a playboy in my youth and married a few wives. How many men in this world are truly faithful, except for the ones six feet under!"
Seeing Old Master Si's agitation, Simo Yan patted his heaving chest. "Grandfather, I'm already investigating the medicine. Besides, we can't take everything Wen Yan says at face value."
Old Master Si nodded. "No matter what, you're the grandson I trust the most. You must take good care of yourself. Don't die before your old grandfather."
Simo Yan, "..."
...
By the time Wen Yan finished her hair and ate, it was nearly 8 PM.
She was sleepy and couldn't stop yawning.
She took a taxi back to the Si residence.
Her eyelids heavy, she ran upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
Just then, the bathroom door was pulled open, and a tall figure, bare from the waist up, came into view.
Simo Yan had just finished showering.
He was only wearing casual pants, not having had time to put on his pajamas yet.
Droplets of water fell from his dark hair, sliding down his sharply defined jawline onto his robust, well-built chest.
Wen Yan's gaze lingered on his washboard-like eight-pack abs. He must work out regularly; his muscles were lean and powerful, neither weak nor overly bulky like a bodybuilder's. They were perfectly proportioned, sleek and handsome.
The V-line trailed down from his waist, exuding extreme sexiness.
[Wow, coming home to a treat right away!]
[So pleasing to the eye, so pleasing! Strong and healthy, full of vigor. He's never been with a woman, he must be really pent up!]
Simo Yan, who had been drying his hair, looked coldly towards the doorway upon hearing Wen Yan's thoughts.
Wen Yan tilted her head, her fox-like eyes half-lidded as she looked at him, the outer corners slightly upturned, the pale beauty mark at the corner of her eye exuding charm and allure.
Her eyes held a pool of spring water, like autumn ripples. A curve of her red lips was enough to enchant and captivate.
Wen Yan had her frizzy hair permed into waves and dyed raspberry red. The new hairstyle made her delicate face appear even more radiant, charming, and bewitching.
"Hubby, your figure is amazing!"
[Hehe, it would be even nicer if he switched to gray sweatpants!]
[No wonder Song Qingyu lusts after his body. With those long limbs and... well-endowed proportions, who wouldn't drool?]
Seeing her look as if she wanted to devour him whole, Simo Yan reached out a long arm, grabbed his robe from the bed, and put it on.
His chest and abs were now completely covered.
Wen Yan pouted her red lips. "Hubby, you're so stingy. We're husband and wife, what's there to hide? If you wanted to look at me, I wouldn't cover up at all!"
Simo Yan had never met a woman with such thick skin.
"I have no interest in you," he said, his handsome face cold and stern.
Wen Yan really wanted to roll her eyes at him. "Hubby, feelings can be developed."
She stepped closer, her delicate jade-like fingers about to rest on his shoulder when he took a big step back.
As if avoiding a flood or a beast.
Wen Yan, "..."
[Damn! Is he gay? A great beauty is hitting on him, and he's completely unmoved?]
[Dabai, check if he likes men. If he does, I'll start dressing as a man tomorrow!]
Dabai: [Host, he doesn't like men. It's just that the things this body did before disgusted him too much. He still has major misunderstandings about you. You need to try harder!]
[What's his disgust level towards me now?]
[Still 78. Don't be discouraged, Host. At least it hasn't gone up anymore.]
Wen Yan felt her blood pressure spike.
You really are a comforting system, aren't you!
[Don't report it to me again until his disgust level drops below 50!]
So annoying.
Why does the disgust level rise by tens of points but only drop one point at a time?
Wen Yan wasn't in the mood to charm Simo Yan tonight. She was about to head to the bathroom to shower when she happened to hear Simo Yan answer a phone call.
"Once the bid proposal for the E30 project land is ready, send a copy to my email."
[E30 project? That name sounds familiar. Oh, I remember. After Demon Si... became useless down there from congestion, he wanted to focus his energy on work. Little did he know his most important E30 project would have problems, causing a loss of several billion in one go.]
[The other branches of the Si family and the male lead were already eyeing his position. After such a huge blunder, they all came to blame and accuse him, forcing him to resign. Although he later turned things around with other projects, it still dealt a heavy blow.]
[This dog man ignores me and says he's not interested. Should I tell him about this?]
Simo Yan, who was walking out while on the phone, suddenly froze, his tall figure stiffening.
