Si Jingyi was handsome and devilishly charming, with no major flaws aside from a hot temper and being a hopeless romantic.
He grew up in the complex environment of the Si family. His mother was in a vegetative state, his father caroused outside, maintaining another family, and he never measured up to his outstanding elder brother, Si Moyan. He was desperately starved of warmth and care.
Coincidentally, Song Fei'er appeared and filled the void in his heart.
A year ago, he had an accident on a yacht, fell into the sea, and nearly drowned. It was Song Fei'er who risked her life to save him.
After they started dating, Song Fei'er was gentle and considerate, always putting him first. She took care of him when he was sick, stayed with him during his fits of temper, and waited for him when he was busy with work.
He wouldn't leave her just because she carried a fake pregnancy pillow or because that crazy woman Wen Yan slandered her a few times.
Last night, he went to see Fei'er, and they had already made up.
Fei'er also swore to heaven that she loved only him. Even if the Si family didn't approve of their relationship, she would stay with him without any official status.
"Grandfather, Fei'er isn't the kind of person you imagine. You don't understand her, but she is my salvation!"
Wen Yan, having just finished washing Si Moyan's underwear, happened to be coming downstairs.
Hearing the hopeless romantic's speech, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
[For real? You see her as your salvation, but she sees you as a brainless fool.]
[Dabai, Dabai, let me see what this green tea btch Song is all about, to have this love-struck fool head over heels for her?]
[Wow, Song the green tea btch's identity is quite something. She's actually... hahaha, the love-struck fool actually likes a... pfft hahaha, are you trying to kill me with laughter?]
Wen Yan's laughter was like a demonic sound, making Si Jingyi's handsome face turn several shades darker.
But he couldn't really say anything, since Wen Yan was only laughing at him wildly in her heart.
What is Fei'er?
If she had the guts, she should just say it out loud!
Fei'er was just a girl from an ordinary family. Wen Yan must be jealous that she wasn't as pure-looking as Fei'er!
What a detestable and nauseating fox of a sister-in-law!
Old Master Si and Si Youyou were both very curious about what Song Fei'er was. They both secretly glanced at Wen Yan.
Wen Yan didn't notice.
Holding Si Moyan's underwear, she hummed a little tune as she walked towards the garden.
She hung Si Moyan's underwear in the most conspicuous spot.
Old Master Si coughed a few times. "Eldest, hanging your underwear there doesn't seem very aesthetically pleasing!"
Si Youyou didn't dare look at all.
So embarrassing!
Several servants in the living room had blushed with embarrassment.
Si Moyan's clothes were always hung on the private balcony area on the second floor that belonged to him.
He never expected Wen Yan would bring them down!
His dark eyes grew somber, his handsome face tense, appearing sharp and cold.
He rushed to the garden in a few strides, snatched away his underwear with one hand, and with the other, grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, pulling her upstairs with overbearing force.
"Husband, what's wrong now? Who made you angry? I washed your underwear for you. I even used my shower gel, rose-scented, very fragrant. Smell it if you don't believe me?"
Si Moyan's mouth twitched.
Did this woman want to anger him to death ahead of schedule?
"Who told you to hang it downstairs?"
Wen Yan's fox-like eyes curved slightly, her gaze as soft as autumn waves, her smile charming. "What are you afraid of, husband? You're majestic and magnificent. Others will only admire you."
[I'm actually doing a good deed, to prevent those little maids who have a crush on you from sneaking up to take a peek.]
[Wait, is he so angry because he's upset I don't care about him? Oh my gosh, is he about to lose control any second?]
[Will he just reach out and tear open this beautiful red dress I'm wearing? Should I refuse or not?]
[No, no, can't let him succeed right away. What if he gets bored later? At most, let him kiss, hug, and lift me up for now.]
Si Moyan's face darkened, his back teeth almost grinding to dust.
He stared at Wen Yan's enchantingly beautiful, bewitching little face, his gaze shifting to the V-neck of her camisole dress. "Stop flaunting yourself in front of me. I told you, I'm not interested!"
Seeing him glance at her neckline, a flicker of confusion passed through Wen Yan's lovely eyes.
[Why is he looking at my chest? Does he think it's not big enough?]
[This figure is indeed a bit small. Starting today, I'm eating papayas!]
[Once I get bigger, I'll make him spray nosebleeds just at the sight of me, Wen Daji. Hehe.]
Si Moyan didn't want to spend another second with Wen Yan. He ordered coldly, "Finish hanging that and come down for breakfast. Later, you're coming with me to see a psychiatrist."
Wen Yan blinked her eyes. "Husband, do I seem like I have mental problems?"
[Does he have cataracts or something?]
[Damn, is it because I've been acting differently from the original Wen Yan since I crossed over? Aside from me actively flirting with him, there's not much difference.]
[Dabai, I don't want to flirt with this iceberg anymore. Can you let me switch targets?]
System Dabai: [Ahem, host, after you complete your objective, you can flirt with whoever you want.]
[Wah wah, he likes big breasts. Once I get bigger, will he just rush through the plot, get his kidneys cut out, his eyeballs gouged, and finally get thrown from— huh, why did he leave?]
Si Moyan really didn't want to hear about how he would die a miserable death every single day. He left, his deep eyes cold and sinister.
Damn woman, just how malicious is she, wishing for his early death all day long?
After Wen Yan finished hanging Si Moyan's underwear, she went downstairs for breakfast.
"Grandfather, second brother, little Youyou, good morning."
Old Master Si, who was reading the newspaper, looked up and adjusted his reading glasses. "Xiao Yan, you're up. Have some breakfast quickly."
Looking at the kind and amiable Old Master Si, Wen Yan smiled and sat down next to Si Moyan.
[Old Master is much better than the iceberg husband. If he were a few decades younger—]
Old Master Si was instantly choked. "Cough, cough, Nanny Song, pour a glass of milk for the young mistress."
Even if he were a few decades younger, it's not like he could have any thoughts about her.
Young people's thoughts are truly terrifying.
[Why does Old Master look so startled? If he were a few decades younger, maybe he could have controlled his lower half, not created second and third households, set a good example for the children, and the Si family wouldn't have ended up with improper morals, internal strife, and become cannon fodder later!]
Old Master Si, "..."
He really should reflect on this!
Wait, he still wanted to know what exactly his grandson Jingyi's girlfriend was! How did she shift the focus onto him?
Old Master Si stroked his white beard. "Xiao Yan, your second brother has made up with his girlfriend. Seeing how devoted they are, I'm planning to accept Song Fei'er into the family."
Si Jingyi, unaware of Old Master's intention to fish for information from Wen Yan, revealed delight in his peach-blossom eyes. "Grandfather, is that true?"
Old Master Si kicked Si Jingyi hard under the table.
Si Jingyi's face contorted in pain, almost crying out.
What did Grandfather mean?
Wen Yan ate her breakfast with a thin, insincere smile. "Really? Then I must congratulate second brother!"
[Laughing to death. Si Jingyi probably won't even know until he dies that his deeply beloved girlfriend is actually a transgender woman!]
[Just thinking about having a transgender sister-in-law in the future is so mind-blowing, hahaha!]
The dining room fell into complete silence.
Aside from Si Jingyi's erratic, heavy breathing.
His peach blossom eyes instantly turned bloodshot. If his eldest brother hadn't been firmly holding down his thigh, he really would have stood up and kicked Wen Yan.
She was truly vicious!
She actually dared to internally slander Fei'er as a transgender woman.
Fei'er is delicate and soft, with a gentle, beautiful voice—nothing about her resembles a man!
Wen Yan took a bite of her sandwich and noticed the others at the dining table staring at her.
She blinked her captivating, alluring beautiful eyes. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"
[Have they never seen a beauty eating breakfast before? They're practically staring holes through me!]
Si Jingyi glared at Wen Yan with bloodshot peach blossom eyes. "Get out of the Si family as soon as possible!"
Wen Yan, "..."
[What breed of pig is this? So fierce!]
[Even a pig is smarter than him. He's being fooled by a transgender woman, treats her like a treasure, and it's so cringey to watch.]
Old Master Si nodded in agreement.
Although Wen Yan was unpleasant before, this statement was absolutely right.
That lovestruck fool, the second son, really is less wise than a pig!
Si Jingyi's lungs were about to explode from anger.
He didn't want to stay in this house for a second longer.
"Big brother, you should take your wife to get her brain checked later." Si Jingyi stood up and strode away.
Wen Yan rubbed her nose and continued eating breakfast.
[Stupid pig, he's about to be swindled out of a villa.]
[What comes next are endorsements, leading lady roles, all sorts of resources, the company, and finally, even his life gets swindled away.]
Si Jingyi stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.
He wouldn't listen, he wouldn't listen. He'd just treat it as a nun chanting scriptures.
After Si Jingyi left, Old Master Si wanted to coax out Wen Yan's inner thoughts—exactly which family members had harmed him when he passed away? "Xiao Yan, since you married into the Si family, you haven't been introduced to the other uncles, aunts, and cousins from the other two branches. They'll be coming to pay their respects to Grandpa later. I'll introduce you."
Wen Yan had a headache.
[What's gotten into the old man all of a sudden? Didn't he always look down on me, the eldest grandson's wife?]
[My current mission is to seduce Si Iceberg. I'm not interested in anything else.]
Si Moyan glanced at Wen Yan. Wen Yan immediately extended her slender, jade-like hand and stroked his firm, powerful thigh under the table.
The man's legs appeared long and well-proportioned. Sitting in the chair, the robust and athletic lines were clearly defined—neither weak and thin, nor bulging and overly muscular. They were just right, exuding a unique and vigorous strength, like a beast in the primordial forest, with hormones and sexual tension dialed up to the max.
[Tsk tsk tsk, my husband's legs are really not bad. I really want to pull his pants off, wahahaha.]
The next second, the hand she had placed on the man's thigh was forcefully shaken off.
Si Moyan's brow furrowed, his dark eyes gloomy, his body radiating an unapproachable, icy chill.
"Husband, my eyes were eaten by dogs before. I've come to my senses now. From now on, I'll only be loyal to and like you. What exactly do I have to do for you to look at me more?"
[Short-lived ghost, cannon fodder, clueless dog!]
[So mad, so mad! If it weren't for wanting to stay alive, I really wouldn't want to touch you. You'd better not fall for me, or in the future, this lady will make you kneel and sing 'Conquest'!]
Old Master Si and Si Youyou looked at Si Moyan with sympathy.
With Wen Yan's two-faced, crazy personality, she really might make him kneel and sing 'Conquest'!
Seeing the looks from the old master and his younger sister, Si Moyan's mouth twitched.
Rest assured, in this lifetime, he would never develop feelings for this woman, let alone kneel and sing 'Conquest'!
