Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Si Yiyan bent down and massaged her feet. “This gown is very beautiful. It suits you perfectly. I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you in the gown today, but… you look amazing!”
He possessed the production method of the Phoenix brocade, and this gown was prepared specially for Wen Xinya’s homecoming party under his order. It was designed and tailored at 15 Savile Row, London, England by the Henry Poole Family. Even the accessories were specially designed and customized.
Wen Xinya was astonished. She didn’t expect Si Yiyan to give her this gown. “Why do you have to be so mysterious about this?”
Si Yiyan laughed and replied in a low tone, “I just couldn’t find the opportunity to tell you.”
This reminded Wen Xinya of the five pieces of jewelry from Jo-ramst. She quickly asked, “The jewelry sent by Jo-ramst were also from you?”
Si Yiyan looked at her, half smiling, and said, “Hmm, I knew you were Mr. Mo’s granddaughter, so I just paid more attention. Those pieces of jewelry could be considered my gift to you.”
He would never tell Wen Xinya that he was deeply impressed when she walked towards Wen Yuya, so graceful and proud like a peacock. It was as if she stepped right on his chest and left a heavy, determined and permanent mark.
Now she realized that before he moved into Grandfather’s house, he had already noticed her. No wonder he spoke with a note of familiarity when they first met. Her heart softened slightly and said, “The gown is beautiful, I really like it.”
Wen Xinya had just realized that Si Yiyan was wearing a grey suit with a dark-gold decorative pattern embroidered on the collar. The production method looked the same as her gown. He wore a dark-gold handkerchief, and his collar pin and cufflinks were of the same brand as her gown.
They matched from clothes to accessories!
He was so obvious in his behavior, yet she couldn’t see it. Wen Xinya blamed herself for being negligent.
“I didn’t expect this gown to receive your compliment. The Henry Poole Family really deserves its reputation.” Si Yiyan was very happy as his gift was recognized by Wen Xinya and decided that all of her clothes would be customized by the Henry Poole Family in the future.
“THE Henry Poole?” Wen Xinya wasn’t sure.
“There are a lot of Henry Pooles in this world, but how many are famous and specialize in high-end garment customization?” Si Yiyan smiled and asked.
Wen Xinya was even more surprised. “Doesn’t the Henry Poole Family customize clothes just for the royal families?”
The Savile Row became a business street since 1695. All of the clothes were hand-made and well tailored by the top workers in the Henry Poole Family.
The brand was endorsed by dozens of royal families ever since the year 1856 in which Henry became the personal designer of the French emperor. Their customers included the Prince of Wales, the King of Egypt, Queen Victoria, the Royal family of Japan, Queen Elizabeth II, Napoleon, Churchill, and Charles de Gaulle. Even the famous British writer Dickens was his loyal patron.
Price was not the primary factor to get a customized outfit from such tailor family. More importantly, its reputation and quality was a symbol of status.
Si Yiyan kissed Wen Xinya lightly and said with a smile, “It’s just a gown. You’ll understand that there is more I can do, will do, and want to do for you. More than you can imagine.”
A gown was nothing.
Si Yiyan put her feet into slippers after feeling that her feet had relaxed. “Do you feel better now?”
“The pain relieved a little bit after the massage.” Wen Xinya nodded.
Si Yiyan frowned and said, “Remember to apply some ointment for muscle relaxation. You will recover faster in this way.”
“Ok!” Si Yiyan’s words warmed Wen Xinya’s heart. “Oh, when are you leaving?”
“In a bit. I’m afraid to be spotted if I stay here any longer.” Si Yiyan said regretfully.
Although Wen Xinya sensed that he would not stay as he was always on the move, she was a little annoyed by his busy schedule. “It must be very tiring to hurry back like this. You shouldn’t have come to my homecoming party.” Wen Xinya said with a frown.
Si Yiyan laughed and said, “I’m glad that I came. If not, I would never know that the girl I like is so perfect. And I would never understand how well I should treat her in order to keep her. Xinya… you behaved very well today! Really!”
His recognition made Wen Xinya want to cry. There was a mix of emotions in his voice: affirmation, pity… But strangely, she interpreted the sense of understanding in his words. It was as if he knew her deepest sorrow and worries. “I know I’m very good!”
Si Yiyan let her sit on his lap and held her tightly, pressing her towards his chest. “Let me hold you for a while.”
Wen Xinya wanted to get free but softened upon hearing his tired voice. She leaned on his chest quietly and blushed as she felt his heart pounding.
Si Yiyan fondled with her earrings and whispered into her ear, “I have sent your foster parents to Africa already. No one will find them, and you’ll never see them again.”
Coldness flashed across Si Yiyan’s eyes when he mentioned Wen Xinya’s foster parents. The image of the evil couple beating up Xinya kept running in his head. He dared not to imagine how she survived the previous 15 years.
Wen Xinya was at a loss for words and took quite a while to reply, “Thank you!”
He was too fast. It had only been a couple of hours, and he had already done that. This reminded her of the scandal incident in which he was the first one to deliver the information to her.
Wen Xinya was touched. She knew that a man like him was powerful. If he wanted to break her wings and keep her under him, there was nothing she could do to resist. But he didn’t do that. He knew how to handle their relationship. He would not interfere in Wen Xinya’s personal life but still cared about her. This made Wen Xinya feel respected.
She had to control her own fate! It couldn’t be done by anyone else!
The power possessed by others always belonged to others. After experiencing her previous life, she knew clearly that the only way to protect herself was to become strong.
“It’s nothing. That’s all I can do for you.” Si Yiyan sighed.
