Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 703: What’s Not to Love About a Man Like Him?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After Gu Yuehan left, Wen Xinya began to bawl loudly, unable to contain her emotions anymore.

Unlike in her previous lifetime where she felt burdened and suffocated by Xu Zhenyu’s endless devotion, she did not wish to escape Si Yiyan’s affection at all. However, she had taken him for granted and he would often put in the effort for her without her knowledge. She only realized how great of a man he was when she finally discovered everything that he had done for her.

In Xiasi Group, Si Yiyan was regarded highly like a god who possessed power and authority. He was formidable and relentless! In the Si Family, Si Yiyan was extremely outstanding and excelled in all areas! Yet, to her, he was nothing more than an affectionate man who was hopelessly devoted to her, completely rid of his pride and commanding aura. Instead, he was meek and pampered her all the time.

What’s not to love about a man like him?

Wen Xinya hung her head low and gently traced the lines on his palm with her fingers. The creases on his palm were intricately wound around each other in a messy manner, just like her complicated emotions. It was as if the lines on his palm were engraved on her heart, tugging at her heartstrings.

She opened her palm and placed it beside his, comparing the creases on their palms.

Hers was much simpler than his.

Wen Xinya could not help but take pity on him as she wondered, How much pain and torment did he go through in this life to have so many creases?

Wen Xinya suddenly felt extremely giddy while the pain in her head debilitated. She removed her shoes and lied down beside Si Yiyan. Holding onto his arm, she exclaimed, “Si Yiyan, I love you!”

She was not a pretentious person who often whispered sweet nothings. However, she could not control herself at this moment.

Si Yiyan moved his arm gently and Wen Xinya looked up to see that he was opening his eyes slowly.

Si Yiyan then held Wen Xinya’s gaze and stared at her with tears in his glittering eyes, seemingly a little confused and unable to recover from the shock.

Wen Xinya teared up instantly and said, “Si Yiyan, you baddie. You’ve come to and yet you’re still ignoring me.”

Si Yiyan sobered up and hurriedly tried to placate her emotions. “Don’t cry, I just didn’t realize what was going on just now.”

He did not expect to see Wen Xinya lying beside him right after he regained consciousness. Hence, he was rather shocked.

However, Wen Xinya did not buy his answer at all. She stared at the weak and feeble Si Yiyan and felt an immense heartache.

“Xinya, stop crying. Your head injury is severe and you’ll strain yourself by crying. The pain in your head will get worse,” Si Yiyan said, wishing he could hold her in his arms.

Wen Xinya dared not continue weeping and instead pressed his shoulders down and said, “Don’t move. You still have tubes attached to you. Are you courting death?”

He would often become too preoccupied with tending to her and would end up neglecting himself.

Si Yiyan finally remembered that he had just undergone blood drainage a while ago. Knowing that Wen Xinya must have already found out about his condition, he said reassuringly, “Xinya, don’t worry. It’s just an old ailment. There’s actually nothing wrong with my health.”

Wen Xinya sobbed and said, “What old ailment would require so many tubes?”

He still refused to tell her the truth. Although Gu Yuehan did not explain his condition to her explicitly, she could vaguely guess what was going on.

Si Yiyan comforted her softly. “I’m really alright. I was planning to go see you after the tubes were removed, but you actually came here first. By the way, how did you know that I was in the ward beside yours?”

Wen Xinya remained silent with a heavy heart. She knew that he was just trying to change the subject. The intelligent Si Yiyan also knew her reasons for showing up in his ward.

Seeing how infuriated she seemed, Si Yiyan explained, “This is the result of some wounds that I sustained in Russia years ago. I occasionally suffer relapses, but it had been a long time since it last happened.”

He did not lie and instead tried to make it sound less serious.

However, Wen Xinya knew exactly what he was thinking. Si Yiyan’s worst skill was making explanations. “What kind of ailment is that? It caused your life to be in danger.”

She wanted to see just how long he could tolerate it.