Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Xinya tiptoed around on the alpaca fur carpet, feeling as if she was stepping on soft and fluffy clouds.
She stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and sat down on the carpet. She then kicked her stilettos off and placed her fair, petite feet onto the fluffy carpet. She couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
Due to the alcohol, Wen Xinya suddenly became extremely bubbly and energetic. Giggling incessantly, she lied down and rolled around on the carpet.
She then sprawled herself across the carpet and rested her head in her hands while staring at Si Yiyan who was sitting on the couch. She smiled and said, “Si Yiyan, I heard lots of rumors about you.”
“What rumors?” Si Yiyan asked, sitting down beside her and placing her head onto his lap.
Wen Xinya looked up at him flirtatiously and said, “I heard that some people have paid a hundred million dollars to take your life.”
“Are you worried about me?” Si Yiyan asked, gentling combing her hair with his fingers and feeling the silkiness of her long locks.
Wen Xinya recalled the anxiety she felt when she heard the news. Feeling a little guilty, she said, “Who’s worried about you? I’m just mocking you. You’re the leader of the Xiasi Group and Lucifer. Yet, your life is only worth a hundred million dollars.”
Si Yiyan’s smile grew wider and he asked, “How much do you think I’m worth, then?”
Wen Xinya pretended to think. She then raised her hand and said, “At least a few billions! People will only be willing to take up the job if there’s a handsome reward!”
Fiddling with the dangling earring on Wen Xinya’s right earlobe, Si Yiyan said nonchalantly, “Those old fogies won’t bear to fork out that much money in exchange for my life. A hundred million is their limit.”
Wen Xinya felt much more relieved to hear how unconcerned he was. She turned over and climbed onto his lap. Gazing at him, she continued, “I heard that you’re a great Samaritan, too! You’re passionate about philanthropy!” Wen Xinya began laughing merrily before she even finished her sentence.
Si Yiyan pinched her ear and said, “When I was a child, my mother brought me to a temple to offer some prayers. We met a reverend there, who gave me a bead necklace and told me that I was fated to be a follower of Buddha. He told me that I would receive good karma if I do more kind deeds.”
Wen Xinya began guffawing out loud in amusement. She rolled around on his lap and onto the carpet. She exclaimed merrily, “You must be lying! How could you be fated to be a follower of Buddha when you’re permitted to commit crimes in several nations?”
Staring at Wen Xinya who was rolling around on the carpet, Si Yiyan placed a hand on his forehead and said, “It’s true, I’m not lying to you!”
Refusing to believe him, Wen Xinya said, “Hahahaha! You resort to cruel and ruthless means in order to get what you want. How could you possibly receive good karma? Si Yiyan, don’t you tease me. Hahahaha…”
Si Yiyan grabbed her ankle to stop her from rolling around childishly. However, he couldn’t stop grazing his thumb against her soft and tender skin. “I’m not lying to you, Wen Xinya!”
Wen Xinya’s smile vanished and she stared at Si Yiyan, at a complete loss for words.
Si Yiyan continued to move his fingers lightly against her skin. “My mother used to tell me stories about Buddha. She often told me that the more desires you have, the more likely you are to become obsessed and let your inner demons take over.”
“Your mother must have been hoping for you to be a kindhearted person. That’s why she told you so many stories about Buddha,” said Wen Xinya, recalling Gu Junling’s words about Si Yiyan not being obsessed with money. Turns out, he just did not want his inner demons to take over!
“She did not want me to follow in my father’s footsteps,” he said in a tone of melancholy.
Wen Xinya’s heart skipped a beat when she looked into his eyes which were dark and gloomy. For the first time, she could not tell what he was thinking at all.
Si Yiyan pulled her ankle forcefully.
Wen Xinya instinctively let out a shriek while he pulled her towards him.
Si Yiyan suspended her in the air and knelt between her legs. He said, “Before I was seven years old, I believed in Buddha. Hence, I anonymously donated all my allowance to the Central region, so as to give some help to the poor citizens who were living in poverty and war.”
Wen Xinya had no idea why she teared up all of a sudden. She wanted to weep, but could not find the reason to.
“When I was ten, I believed in myself. I felt that I was the one who could save the world. I felt that I should be Buddha. Hence, I set my own principles and did the same for others,” Si Yiyan said while keeping his eyes fixed on her.
It turns out that he was still kind, despite all the vile characters around him. What a tough feat!
“Now that I’m twenty years old, I only believe in you!”
He continued, “Because of you… my hands were stained with blood. I finally understood what my mother meant. I developed a desire for you, and hence, I have to pay the price for fulfilling my desires!”
Wen Xinya was overwhelmed with misery and empathy. Tears streamed down her face continuously and asked, “Will your inner demons show, if you believe in me?”
“I’m never going to achieve nirvana because of you, Wen Xinya,” he said, kissing the corner of her eye gently and wiping her tears away with his lips.
“Does Buddha get riled up, too?” Wen Xinya murmured.
“Does Buddha have sexual needs, too?” Si Yiyan said, staring at her lustfully.
“Amitabha, abstain from sensual desires…” Si Yiyan wanted her to understand that he could not control his desires for her, because he had fallen for her completely and hence, he would never achieve nirvana.
Si Yiyan pressed his finger against her lips and said, “Hush! You can’t joke about Buddha.”
He still believed in Buddha, because he believed that he could still accumulat
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Xinya tiptoed around on the alpaca fur carpet, feeling as if she was stepping on soft and fluffy clouds.
She stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and sat down on the carpet. She then kicked her stilettos off and placed her fair, petite feet onto the fluffy carpet. She couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
Due to the alcohol, Wen Xinya suddenly became extremely bubbly and energetic. Giggling incessantly, she lied down and rolled around on the carpet.
She then sprawled herself across the carpet and rested her head in her hands while staring at Si Yiyan who was sitting on the couch. She smiled and said, “Si Yiyan, I heard lots of rumors about you.”
“What rumors?” Si Yiyan asked, sitting down beside her and placing her head onto his lap.
Wen Xinya looked up at him flirtatiously and said, “I heard that some people have paid a hundred million dollars to take your life.”
“Are you worried about me?” Si Yiyan asked, gentling combing her hair with his fingers and feeling the silkiness of her long locks.
Wen Xinya recalled the anxiety she felt when she heard the news. Feeling a little guilty, she said, “Who’s worried about you? I’m just mocking you. You’re the leader of the Xiasi Group and Lucifer. Yet, your life is only worth a hundred million dollars.”
Si Yiyan’s smile grew wider and he asked, “How much do you think I’m worth, then?”
Wen Xinya pretended to think. She then raised her hand and said, “At least a few billions! People will only be willing to take up the job if there’s a handsome reward!”
Fiddling with the dangling earring on Wen Xinya’s right earlobe, Si Yiyan said nonchalantly, “Those old fogies won’t bear to fork out that much money in exchange for my life. A hundred million is their limit.”
Wen Xinya felt much more relieved to hear how unconcerned he was. She turned over and climbed onto his lap. Gazing at him, she continued, “I heard that you’re a great Samaritan, too! You’re passionate about philanthropy!” Wen Xinya began laughing merrily before she even finished her sentence.
Si Yiyan pinched her ear and said, “When I was a child, my mother brought me to a temple to offer some prayers. We met a reverend there, who gave me a bead necklace and told me that I was fated to be a follower of Buddha. He told me that I would receive good karma if I do more kind deeds.”
Wen Xinya began guffawing out loud in amusement. She rolled around on his lap and onto the carpet. She exclaimed merrily, “You must be lying! How could you be fated to be a follower of Buddha when you’re permitted to commit crimes in several nations?”
Staring at Wen Xinya who was rolling around on the carpet, Si Yiyan placed a hand on his forehead and said, “It’s true, I’m not lying to you!”
Refusing to believe him, Wen Xinya said, “Hahahaha! You resort to cruel and ruthless means in order to get what you want. How could you possibly receive good karma? Si Yiyan, don’t you tease me. Hahahaha…”
Si Yiyan grabbed her ankle to stop her from rolling around childishly. However, he couldn’t stop grazing his thumb against her soft and tender skin. “I’m not lying to you, Wen Xinya!”
Wen Xinya’s smile vanished and she stared at Si Yiyan, at a complete loss for words.
Si Yiyan continued to move his fingers lightly against her skin. “My mother used to tell me stories about Buddha. She often told me that the more desires you have, the more likely you are to become obsessed and let your inner demons take over.”
“Your mother must have been hoping for you to be a kindhearted person. That’s why she told you so many stories about Buddha,” said Wen Xinya, recalling Gu Junling’s words about Si Yiyan not being obsessed with money. Turns out, he just did not want his inner demons to take over!
“She did not want me to follow in my father’s footsteps,” he said in a tone of melancholy.
Wen Xinya’s heart skipped a beat when she looked into his eyes which were dark and gloomy. For the first time, she could not tell what he was thinking at all.
Si Yiyan pulled her ankle forcefully.
Wen Xinya instinctively let out a shriek while he pulled her towards him.
Si Yiyan suspended her in the air and knelt between her legs. He said, “Before I was seven years old, I believed in Buddha. Hence, I anonymously donated all my allowance to the Central region, so as to give some help to the poor citizens who were living in poverty and war.”
Wen Xinya had no idea why she teared up all of a sudden. She wanted to weep, but could not find the reason to.
“When I was ten, I believed in myself. I felt that I was the one who could save the world. I felt that I should be Buddha. Hence, I set my own principles and did the same for others,” Si Yiyan said while keeping his eyes fixed on her.
It turns out that he was still kind, despite all the vile characters around him. What a tough feat!
“Now that I’m twenty years old, I only believe in you!”
He continued, “Because of you… my hands were stained with blood. I finally understood what my mother meant. I developed a desire for you, and hence, I have to pay the price for fulfilling my desires!”
Wen Xinya was overwhelmed with misery and empathy. Tears streamed down her face continuously and asked, “Will your inner demons show, if you believe in me?”
“I’m never going to achieve nirvana because of you, Wen Xinya,” he said, kissing the corner of her eye gently and wiping her tears away with his lips.
“Does Buddha get riled up, too?” Wen Xinya murmured.
“Does Buddha have sexual needs, too?” Si Yiyan said, staring at her lustfully.
“Amitabha, abstain from sensual desires…” Si Yiyan wanted her to understand that he could not control his desires for her, because he had fallen for her completely and hence, he would never achieve nirvana.
Si Yiyan pressed his finger against her lips and said, “Hush! You can’t joke about Buddha.”
He still believed in Buddha, because he believed that he could still accumulate some merit and live a peaceful life with her in conjugal bliss.
e some merit and live a peaceful life with her in conjugal bliss.
