It was no wonder that he had an extraordinary status in the upper-class circle. Despite being a Chinese organization, Lucifer could still enjoy such great power and authority in Russia. It was a mafia organization that helped to keep peace within the country by being in close contact with the politicians and intervening in power struggles between gangs.
Wen Xinya finally realized the reason behind Duke Moville’s invitation for her and Si Yiyan to settle the matter about the document. It was because only by settling it, would they no longer be embroiled in a complicated relationship with Lucifer.
Wen Xinya took a deep breath to calm herself down before asking, “What else are you hiding from me?”
She constantly felt that there was more to Si Yiyan that she did not know about, despite having already found out so much about him.
Everything about Si Yiyan’s life had changed her perception and exceeded the limits of her knowledge of the world, which she had gained throughout both her lifetimes.
She had truly gotten an eyeopener.
Si Yiyan said, “Don’t be too impatient. You’ll slowly find out.”
He had never tried to hide anything about himself, and the trip to Nantong three years ago was only a small piece of information about his life that he revealed to her. He would slowly divulge everything as she grew older.
Wen Xinya stared at his clear gaze beneath his mask and nodded.
All eyes were on them as soon as they entered the Elegance Room. Wen Xinya scanned her surroundings to see that people were actively discussing and gossiping about Si Yiyan in every corner of the room.
She heard someone making a remark about Si Yiyan. “Rex has always been ruthless and relentless. He monopolizes the Russian triads and those arrogant aristocrats fear him too. They have no choice but to swallow their pride and succumb.”
“Isn’t that very detestable?”
“Hahahaha, ironically, those aristocrats love him to bits. Have you any idea how much annual tax he pays to the government for all of his businesses? A few billion yuan… this money often ends up in the pockets of the aristocrats.”
“He has also earned the praises of the government for being a huge philanthropist and a friend of Russians.”
“Rex’s status and wealth are a major support for Russia. He would definitely become the most prestigious guest of each country, regardless of his skin color, nationality or background.”
“The weak have always been the target of racial prejudice in every nation. Those who are strong and powerful will never be affected by racial prejudice and they will, in fact, become even stronger because of it.”
“Only the strong can despise all social systems and disregard them. They have the rights to stand on top of the social hierarchy and look down on the people beneath them.”
Soon, she could no longer hear the voices which began to fade. Wen Xinya found it a pity.
Si Yiyan then led Wen Xinya through the living room and the long corridor which was similar to the one that she saw during the banquet at the Moville Duke’s Residence.
There was also a massive mural of “Judgment Day” on the walls of the corridor.
Wen Xinya understood that “Judgment Day”, also known as the last judgment, was deemed by Christians as the final judgment that God and Jesus would make on humans just before the world ended. Those who believed in God and Jesus, as well as those who did kind deeds, would be granted the chance to rise to Heaven, while those beyond redemption would be banished to Hell for their due punishment!
The mural had a similar meaning. It seemed to be a microcosm of the situation.
However, the judger had become Lucifer while the believer was Rex. Si Yiyan was the one who got to decide who went to Heaven and who went to Hell.
Wen Xinya was gradually attracted by the mural. She slowed down in her tracks and took a close look.
Instead of rushing her, Si Yiyan stood by the side to accompany her.
When she reached the end of the mural where God shone its light down onto the world, she smiled at Si Yiyan and said, “Psychic.”
Si Yiyan’s eyes lit up and he said, “That’s not me being depicted in the mural.”
Wen Xinya could not help but burst into laughter.
Feeling rather annoyed, Si Yiyan continued, “I’m not that genderless idiot who doesn’t have sex organs and goes around preaching about loving everyone and the world.” He then bit her ear lustfully and rubbed his hand against her crotch. He continued, “I’ve always stuck to the principle of loving you and only you. Besides… I really wonder who the person begging for mercy while lying beneath me last night is.”
Wen Xinya smacked his hand away. Ever since she put on the Cheongsam dress, Si Yiyan had been ogling and gawking at her intently. Whenever she noticed his gaze, she would feel as if she was being devoured. “How dare you criticize God? Aren’t you afraid that he’d punish you?”
Si Yiyan moved his hand away reluctantly and said, “I don’t believe in God. I believe in Buddhism and the Chinese mythological gods. We don’t belong to the same religion. What can he do to me?”
Glowering at him, Wen Xinya retorted. “A bunch of twisted logic.”
She was reminded of Ning Shuqian constantly criticizing her for having a sharp tongue. However, she felt that she paled in comparison to Si Yiyan. They were not on the same level at all.
The end of the corridor instantly looked more spacious.
The round room had a nest-like layout and it was full of Chinese vibes. There were a large stage and vertical rows of red chairs. In between the chairs, there were small teapoys and the people seated inside were all dressed in vintage Chinese dresses and traditional Chinese costumes.
Wen Xinya burst into laughter and gibed. “We’re clearly in the 21st century. Why do they have to make it seem like a historical party?”
However, she gave it some thought and realized that those who enjoyed music and theatrics all had a penchant for nostalgic and retro items.
Si Yiyan said calmly, “Believe it or not, modern people, especially the rich, enjoy these retro vibes. Otherwise… why did you select a palace theme for your Lanxin Cosmetics storefront?”
Wen Xinya had no choice but to agree with his words.
Si Yiyan continued, “Out of all those people, how many of them genuinely enjoy and can truly understand arts and theatrics? They’re just using it as an excuse to make themselves appear much more cultured and refined. They think that listening to classical music will make them seem more elegant, but they’re just being pretentious.”
Wen Xinya burst into laughter and asked, “Do you know how to appreciate arts and theatrics, then?”
Si Yiyan knew that she was just trying to poke fun at him. Hence, he answered, “I can appreciate all types of theatrics, be it Beijing Opera, Kunqu Opera, Henan Opera, Huangmei Opera, Sichuan Opera, Shaoxing Opera, Guangdong Opera, Shaanxi Opera or Pingju Opera. You name it.”
Wen Xinya burst into laughter upon sight of how confident and righteous he sounded. “Ninth Young Master, you’re indeed very knowledgeable.”
She had no interest in opera and theatrics. Unfortunately, she belonged to the category of people who did not understand nor appreciate it.
