Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 191: Hero Saves the Beauty, Pledging Devotion with a Kiss—How’s That?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Si Yiyan stood quietly in the chill of the night, radiating terrifying coldness all over. He toyed lightly with his slender, beautiful fingers, looking at ease, but the aura surrounding his body, one of ready aggression, was impossible to miss.

“Hey, where are you from, report your name—how dare you to provoke someone from the Green Dragon Sect, are you tired of living?” One of the men kept roaring towards Si Yiyan.

A few seconds of silence later, heavy footsteps could be heard—the rhythmic footsteps resonated in the dead, lonely atmosphere, one after another, in repetition and interaction, so heavy that they almost stepped into one’s heart.

The dead silence was so eerie that it gave the man goosebumps. He suddenly got up, wanting to look up at the situation, but his head was then clamped in place by something cold and hard.

The man was about to start cursing and swearing, when a crisp gun muzzle blast rang, and instantly, his entire body stiffened. “Green Dragon Sect? What’s that—is it even fit to pick a quarrel with me?”

Fear-stricken, the man turned pale and his body shivered in fright. “Bro… brother, don’t… we can talk things out nicely. Our brother doesn’t have the eyes to spot the big shark and offended you. A great man like you rarely stoops to pettiness, please let our brother go!”

“Brother… calling out to me?” Si Yiyan presented a threatening stance, his eyes exuding piercing coldness, suddenly filling up with astonishing ruthlessness as if they could annihilate the world.

The man shook non-stop with fear, and he was dumbstruck as if a bone was stuck in his throat.

Si Yiyan said slowly, “In the underworld, there’s yet to appear someone who dares to address me like this.”

“Don’t… no, no… don’t kill me…” The man was so scared that his face turned ghastly, and spoke incoherently.

“Kill you? You’re not fit yet.” Si Yiyan slowly retracted his gun, and, within a few moves, took the gray pistol apart, dropping the loose parts in front of the man.

Those few were too petrified to even beg for mercy—such familiarity with guns was even countless times more impressive than their leader—naturally, they couldn’t afford to provoke him.

Wen Xinya watched Si Yiyan quietly—it was her first time seeing the Lucifer side of Si Yiyan, oozing with fear-inspiring awe—merely by standing there in silence, he already looked commanding.

Wen Xinya suddenly went up and held Si Yiyan’s slightly stiffened hand. “It’s really late, let’s go!”

Si Yiyan’s ruthlessness and cruelty suddenly melted away, like the sun shining on white snow, only leaving behind gentleness. “I’ll get Gu Yuehan over to handle this.”

Seeing that the ruthlessness and cruelty had completely vanished, only leaving behind his clear, beautiful eyes, Wen Xinya felt inexplicably secure deep down. “Mmm! Anyway, I already know who did it, you can do whatever you want with these people.”

Si Yiyan nodded. “Okay!”

Wen Xinya looked at him, with a pair of twinkling eyes which looked especially bright and shimmery in the dark of the night. “Si Yiyan, you’re so awesome—do you know you looked absolutely stunning just now!”

Her slightly blushing small face carried a trace of almost worshiping look, and her voice had a tinge of excitement—much to Si Yiyan’s enjoyment. “In this case, will you like me a little more?”

Wen Xinya’s small face reddened as she glared at him. “Who wants to like you!”

Si Yiyan gentleness dissolved. “Don’t all girls adore the hero saving the beauty? I saved you, aren’t you prepared to pledge your devotion? To repay my kindness?”

Wen Xinya burst out laughing uncontrollably. “What nonsense!”

Si Yiyan acted the ignorant and replied, “It’s written all over the plots of movies and novels. Am I wrong to say that?”

Wen Xinya smiled brilliantly—Si Yiyan had always been handsome and ruthless, but unexpectedly, there was such a comical side to him. “I think you’re too deeply poisoned by those novels and movies, talking about the hero saving the beauty at this time and age—old-fashioned!”

Si Yiyan laughed helplessly and asked, “If I don’t talk about this, what should I talk about?”