Chapter 217: Yes, I’m Jealous!

With Li Mengjie joining in, regarding the opening of a store, Wen Xinya felt instantly secure in her heart. Li Mengjie was so busy every day that her feet hardly touched the ground.

Besides some strategic issues which needed her involvement, almost all matters, big and small, were handed over to Li Mengjie, who had once even joked about it. “Miss Wen, this isn’t the way to even be a sleeping partner. You found me to join forces and become a shareholder, but you’re actually looking for long-term labor for yourself!”

Wen Xinya waved her hand helplessly and said, “No choice. I can’t help it if I’m still underage, need to go to school, and can’t be of much help for many matters!”

Li Mengjie stomped angrily on the 7 cm-high stilettos under her feet and continued being busy!

And Wen Xinya continued being absorbed in her busy school work.

At noon, Wen Xinya went to the apartment to rest. She retrieved her room key, opened her room door, pushed the door open, and, when she stepped in, saw Si Yiyan lying down on her single bed, asleep.

She stood blankly at him!

Her heart suddenly raced—lub-dub, lub-dub—as her almost uncontrollable legs walked towards him. After she had dug out the hurt in her heart, her heart was suddenly placed right there.

Si Yiyan seemed exhausted. Beneath his eyes, green shadows could be seen clearly, and he seemed to have lost even more weight. She knew that he was busy with reforming the Xiasi Group’s powers—such massive powers couldn’t have been reformed so easily. He must have taken time out of his busy schedule to come and meet her.

He was actually in such a deep sleep that he did not even notice her approaching. This showed just how exhausted he was.

Thinking of which, her heart started to ache uncontrollably.

She instinctively stretched her fingers out and lightly stroked his eyelids which carried green shadows carefully, afraid to wake him up.

The sensation on her fingers made her heart race madly. Her hand uncontrollably traveled downwards, along the fine outline of his gorgeous nose, gently outlining his thin lips, and lingered there. She could still vividly remember when these soft lips kissed her—the treasuring and pampering, along with unparalleled passion and sentiment.

“People say that men with thin lips are all unfaithful people. Wonder if you’re also an unfaithful person!” Wen Xinya muttered softly as if talking to herself. She couldn’t help but think of Chu Jingnan—he was a person with thin lips, and his lack of faith was almost unconcealed.

“A man’s lack of faith is only because he didn’t meet the right person.” Si Yiyan opened his eyes slowly, his gaze locked onto her firmly, not allowing her any chance of escaping.

Shocked, Wen Xinya’s lingering hand on his lips suddenly retracted swiftly, as if suddenly scalded.

However, Si Yiyan moved faster than her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bed. Then, Wen Xinya fell onto his chest.

“What are you doing—let me go now!”

“Before meeting the one he loves, a man will be unfaithful towards any girl. Because, his treasuring, pampering and passion always only belong to the woman he loves.” As Si Yiyan’s fingers ran along her hair, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for his own short hair—otherwise, he could tie her hair onto his own, so as to experience just now intimate and affectionate was the ancient saying of tying hair knots.

Wen Xinya looked up at him—whenever his black pupils looked at her, their blackness always faded like waves, leaving behind a glass-like splendor and shine, allowing her to always see the emotions in his eyes clearly. Her heart suddenly started racing again—lub-dub—and she changed the topic. “Why did you just suddenly come over?”

“If I wait any longer, you’re going to be snatched away by someone else.” His voice was deep with a slight tinge of hostility and helplessness as he kissed her hair gently, not forcing her to believe his words—time would tell.

Wen Xinya suddenly widened her eyes, not knowing what he meant at that instant. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

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Si Yiyan suddenly hugged her tightly and sighed mildly. “I saw the post on your school’s discussion forums. There are photos of you with another man. You were smiling very happily in the photos—I’d never seen you smiling so joyfully and innocently, as if you didn’t have a care in the world.”

When he saw the photo of him plucking the flowers, his mind uncontrollably wondered if the plucked flower was inserted amongst her hair, with the gorgeous crepe myrtle flower on her hair, just how pretty she was?

Thus, a sense of uncontrollable jealousy arose within his heart. He deeply regretted that previously, due to Xinya’s avoidance, he had decided to give her some time to cool down. As such, he had not contacted or seen her for such a long time.

He wanted to fly to her side immediately, watching over her from then to now, never to let another man peep at his treasure.

Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan in shock—there was a hidden urgency deep within his eyes. She regained consciousness slowly, and asked hastily, “Are you jealous?”

Once the words were out of her mouth, the room fell into silence!

Wen Xinya’s heart was madly racing—lub-dub—as she secretly cursed herself for having a wretched mouth, wanting to slap herself in the face! Yet, her lips curled up uncontrollably, changing her mood, turning the topic which vexed her into something sweet.

However, Si Yiyan looked at her quietly, tormenting her willpower with his glance.

Wen Xinya felt her willpower, which she prided herself in, melted away under his intense gaze. In a panic, she looked down to avoid his eye contact.

Si Yiyan said calmly, “Yes, I’m jealous. Thus, once I was done with some matters at hand, I flew to the capital city in a hurry, wanting to confirm if my girl has already become someone else’s!”

Wen Xinya looked at him in shock—although Si Yiyan had never intentionally covered up his feelings for her, she was still stunned by such an outright expression.

Si Yiyan looked at her plainly and said, “From the time I boarded the helicopter at midnight, I’ve been staring at my wristwatch, counting along with the second hand. It’s been a total of 12 hours, 720 minutes, and 43,200 seconds—they may not look like large numbers, but stand testimony to my agony.”

Wen Xinya could tell his anxiety from his plain tone and felt a lump in her throat.

Si Yiyan sighed slightly and muttered to himself. “So it can really reach such a stage. So, it has reached such a stage.”

The waiting time was like an invisible, colorless and tasteless poison, seeping into his limbs, bones, and organs. For the first time in his life, he felt his soul so full of anxiety, as if he were stuck in quicksand, struggling in panic.

During her times with Si Yiyan, he always kept an ambiguous distance, testing her, tempting her, and teasing her. In such a relationship, she had an excuse for her avoidance, handling this relationship skillfully and at ease, having a reason for both retreating and advancing.

However, his confession at this moment pressed for her acceptance. She felt a sting in her eyes, and tears were about to fall. “Si Yiyan, there’s no special relationship between me and Zhong Rufeng. We merely know each other, and can only be considered as ordinary friends.”

With such a statement out of her mouth, she felt a sense of happiness in her heart, and even her soul danced with joy because of this. So… she cared about Si Yiyan this much. He had barged into her life but engraved himself at the bottom of her heart with his peerless poise.

He had never taken her measurements, yet always given her extremely fitting clothes.

He had never asked about her preferences, yet always given her things that she loved!

He had bunned her hair for her, because bunning hair meant intention for courtship!

He had drawn her brows for her, because drawing brows meant mutual respect and devotion!

He had filled in her makeup for her, because it had a sentimental meaning!

He understood her pride, her self-esteem, and was clear that she needed strength, but not a man shielding her from the storms, keeping her like a domesticated golden canary! He didn’t treat her like a parasitic Cuscuta flower.