In the afternoon, Si Yiyan came to the Mo Family to pick up Wen Xinya. He played a few games with Old Mr. Mo.
Si Yiyan’s chess skills were excellent, and he fought against the pawns of Old Mr. Mo. They were evenly matched. The two played to a draw and Old Mr. Mo was quite unsatisfied with the result.
Staring at the chessboard, he sighed. “The young are replacing the old!”
Ninth Si’s accomplishments in the art of chess were already above him.
For a game of chess to be played happily, his strength must be comparable to his. He could not lose to him and must let him see the clues, but he could not win and make him lose face. He had worked hard on these calculations, the energy he spent was way above the amount of time spent playing chess.
When he was still a student, Ninth Si never felt so anxious playing chess with him.
This attitude was only after he and Xinya got engaged.
It could be seen that as Xinya’s fiancée, he already regarded himself as the son-in-law of the Mo Family and him as an elder he needed to please.
The transition and adaptation speed of this character was too fast.
This made Old Mr. Mo very unhappy.
There was always a feeling that his granddaughter was soon going to be a part of the Si Family.
On the way back, Wen Xinya regretted. “I wanted Grandpa Du to take your pulse, who knew that Grandpa Du was so preoccupied with his little grandson that he just left after lunch.”
Si Yiyan’s old illness had now been fully controlled and was not a big deal. It happened many years ago.
The treatment had ended as early as two years ago, but because his illness was delayed for too long, and there was no way to cure it, in these years, Wen Xinya’s medicated diet for him had not been disrupted.
Si Yiyan looked at her helplessly. “Wen Xinya!”
“Huh?”
Wen Xinya looked up at him with some doubt.
Si Yiyan gently rubbed her hair. “You have an endless number of worries every day, making me, as the fiancée, seem very unreliable.”
As soon as the acquisition battle of T-K Group came to an end, she began to worry about Old Mr. Mo’s body. Old Mr. Mo’s body was okay, then she cared about his body. He should be the one worrying and thinking of her.
However, apparently, he did not do that.
His girl should have a stable and quiet life!
However, he tolerated her lifestyle as she was in the midst of conspiracy and power.
He had always been a winner, but in front of her, he would always be a loser.
Blinking at Si Yiyan, Wen Xinya asked playfully, “Is that so? Why don’t I have this feeling?” After that, she looked Si Yiyan up and down, as if admiring him. He was her faith, and she was his most devout follower. “Say, should I call you Ninth Young Master, Rex, or just Lucifer?”
Ninth Young Master, Rex, Lucifer—
Whatever the title, they all represented a symbol of authority.
Although from different fields, his honorable titles represented his distinguished identity.
How could such a man be unreliable?
He was too reliable, so he was willing to grab a sharp edge for her and converge for a life of indifference. From a man of noble status, lofty, and high profile, to an ordinary man who loved and cared for her.
“Wen Xinya, I regret!” Si Yiyan’s voice was hoarse, and he raised her jaw gently, rubbing his fingers lightly on her brows.
This pair of eyebrows had gone through vicissitudes and hardships, experienced despair and pain, and had to be strong and powerful!
They were an indelible trace leftover from her short and painful previous life.
They were also him, the indelible regrets of her second life.
“Regret? Don’t joke around. You are Si Yiyan, the God-like man in my heart. In my eyes, you are omnipotent, every decision, every choice you make is never wrong. How could you have such regrets.”
Wen Xinya looked at him and laughed.
“As long as I am human, there will always be regrets. I am no exception.” In his deep eyes, his complex emotions were like a dark tide.
He wanted to be like a man, always standing in front of her as a protector, sheltering her from the wind and rain, going to the battlefield for her, sweeping all obstacles away for her, making her a delicate flower, always blooming in his palm.
However, as soon as he met her in this life, he had lost all of his qualifications.
Wen Xinya joked. “I suddenly felt like I need to worship ordinary gods instead. My altar has fallen and I am starting to get angry.”
Wen Xinya looked at the obscure, complicated, dark, and turbulent emotions in his eyes. She could not help but feel a bit agitated.
“Wen Xinya, I am sorry!” He whispered.
To him, this was a belated apology.
Sorry that he could not meet her at her best in her last life, fall in love with her, and protect her under his wings to save her from the pain of her first life.
Sorry that he was not able to show up in front of her in her last life when she was the most embarrassed, and pull her, redeem her from those most uncomfortable situations, and protected her under his wings from the pain.
In the end, she returned to her original place with a painful past.
Carrying the burdens of her past, she must be strong, take revenge, control her own life, and take things into her own hands.
Therefore, she would not try to entrust her life completely to anyone, including him!
And he did not have the qualifications or the position to participate or interfere with her life.
Wen Xinya’s eyes flickered and she let out a dissatisfied pout. “Why are you sorry to me suddenly, you haven’t done anything wrong to me.” Suddenly, her eyes widened and she stared at Si Yiyan. “Did you really do something wrong?”
Wen Xinya could not understand Si Yiyan’s gaze.
However, she could feel his heartache and sorrow.
She did not understand the writhing regrets in Si Yiyan’s eyes, what could the dark regrets in his eyes represent?
However, she knew that it must be related to her.
Si Yiyan probably found out more and more about her past life!
Si Yiyan smiled lowly. “In your opinion, what is something to be sorry for?”
In just a moment, he converged deep in his heart, and then suddenly, he burst out with that phase and became an almost uncontrollable demon, restoring his original calm look.
As if his secretive, complex emotions were just part of an illusion.
Feeling distressed, Wen Xinya pretended to laugh and scold. “First is to deceive me. Second is to have ambiguous relationships with other women behind my back. And third is to make me unhappy.”
Si Yiyan, in this life, you gave me deep affection, except for the painful exodus of my previous life; you took me into your arms, except for the frivolity of my previous life; you helped me, every time you could.
But the pain of my past life.
In the end, you are carrying it for me!
