Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Xinya left the bar. She stood at the entrance of the bar as the surrounding street lamps flickered in the night and walked past slowly. She couldn’t help but feel heavy-hearted.
She didn’t expect to meet Ning Yuya under this kind of circumstance.
She had seen the degenerated and filthy soul hidden beneath Ning Yuya’s gorgeous face and exquisite makeup at first glance.
This was the most familiar thing in her previous lifetime—she had been like this, so were the people she hung out with.
One would realize it after being immersed in it.
It seemed like Ning Yuya’s three years of living abroad hadn’t been that great.
It also seemed like her fate had been utterly changed as she walked on the path of her previous lifetime.
For a moment, her heart was filled with complex emotions.
At the same time, she also felt extremely fearful—Ning Yuya’s current situation was simply that of her own in her previous lifetime.
She didn’t know if it was fate or coincidence.
If it was fate, then… what should she, as an exceptional reborn creature, faced with the majestic hands of god, do?
She couldn’t help but shiver. Since her rebirth, she had been filled with hatred towards Xia Ruya and Ning Shuqian, so much so that she wished to kill them. She had Si Yiyan—it would be a piece of cake to kill them.
However, she dared not, and could not!
She didn’t know why a rebirth happened to herself—such a strange thing felt like a dream even till now—such an unknown. She seemed calm, working hard to control her own fate. However, she had been very clear that since the moment of her rebirth, her fate already didn’t lie in her own hands completely.
She thought of a movie on rebirth in Country M. The male lead in the movie was fortunately reborn after meeting with a misfortune. He had treated his rebirth as the gift of God, treated himself as a blessed one, followed the path of his previous lifetime, lived recklessly, and finally walked towards destruction.
The ringtone of her phone seemed exceptionally clear and uplifting in the dark, lonely night.
Wen Xinya abandoned the ridiculous thoughts in her mind and answered the phone.
Si Yiyan’s graceful voice came through. “Asleep already?”
Wen Xinya spoke with a soft voice. “Not yet!”
Si Yiyan heard the background noise on the other side of the call. “I hear cars. You’re outside?”
His gaze shifted towards the wall clock subconsciously—it was already 9 P.M. The capital city was a very classy city—at around 9 P.M., activities would gradually tone down and the streets would also quieten down.
Wen Xinya looked towards the road not far away and indeed saw a car zooming past every now and then. “Yup! Ning Yuya asked me out. I’m about to go back to the Institute.”
Si Yiyan’s gorgeous brows raised slightly. “Why did she ask you out so late at night?”
Wen Xinya briefly described the incident at the bar just now.
Under the chandeliers, Si Yiyan’s features seemed outstanding and cold. “Ning Yuya’s tactics towards you became so unscrupulous—you’ve gotta be extra cautious in the future.”
Wen Xinya nodded and said, “I know. I’ve never belittled Ning Yuya—she was the illegitimate child that Ning Shuqian had brought to the Wen Family and knew how to please Wen Haowen from a young age so that she’d have a better life in the Wen Family. She’d tried means and ways to please him, even couldn’t help but learn to imitate him, perfecting his temperament and viciousness. However, when it comes to tactics, she’s much more brilliant than him.”
In her previous lifetime, Ning Yuya was one of the culprits who caused her to sink into the deep abyss.
Seeing that she knew what she was doing, Si Yiyan said in a low voice, “It’s already over 9 P.M. and there’s already not many people on the streets. Where are you—I’ll go pick you?”
Wen Xinya hurriedly said, “No need. I’m just a street away from the Institute.”
“Since there’s nothing else, go back sooner! It’s not safe for a girl to be loitering around outside so deep into the night. Lately, the capital city isn’t quite peaceful.” Si Yiyan’s gaze looked at the news—lately, there had been many cases of robbery in the capital city, mostly involving wealthy ladies from reputable families who were robbed of their jewelry, cash, and other valuables.
Wen Xinya acknowledged warmly in her heart!
She was about to hang up when she suddenly heard Si Yiyan say in a low voice, “Wen Xinya, I miss you!”
Wen Xinya’s lips broke into a sweet smile. “Me too!”
Si Yiyan’s voice became slightly hoarse. “Wen Xinya, recite the Guanyin Heart Sutra for me!”
It had been a long time since he last heard the Guanyin Heart Sutra. Now that he was in the depths of desire—the deeper he sank, the more he longed to be redeemed.
Wen Xinya acknowledged softly.
“Shariputra… form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form. That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness is form… without any hindrance no fears exist. Far apart from every perverted view one dwells in Nirvana.”
Wen Xinya’s voice was crisp and clear as she seemingly chanted and sang.
Si Yiyan’s eyes turned slightly red as he slowly closed his eyes, only revealing his emotions at this moment through his slightly deep breathing.
After she finished reciting, Wen Xinya felt silence at the other end of the call.
“Again.”
His short and hasty voice had a tinge of an abnormal emotion as if hiding emotional turmoil. Wen Xinya couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat as she tightened her grip on the phone and felt her heart skip a beat.
As Wen Xinya recited, she stuck the phone to her ear, listening to the sounds over there. His breaths were long and dark and sometimes gave off a deep-throated sound which was thick and lengthy, seemingly wild and hoarse.
What was Si Yiyan doing?
She dared not think about it, but the image of him being aroused already appeared in her mind.
The fourth and fifth time…
The sound over at the other side finally became silent.
Wen Xinya heaved a deep sigh, so nervous that her palms were sweating, as she said softly, “Si Yiyan…”
“Yup!” His relaxed voice was filled with a hazy charm—very pleasant.
Wen Xinya felt embarrassed and angry for a moment but didn’t know what to say.
Si Yiyan said, “You think I’m nasty? Hmm?”
He felt this way too. In the dark of the night, he always especially missed her and wanted to hear her voice. However, once he heard her tender voice, his heart would feel indescribably tingly, like being tickled by a feather. Wanting to suppress his thoughts, he had gotten her to recite the Sutra. However, his brain was instead filled with her seemingly weeping, tender voice, making her chanting seem like moans of pleasure.
Following which, it was a point of no return.
Wen Xinya opened her mouth and didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Si Yiyan’s voice had a tinge of ruthlessness. “Wen Xinya, towards you… I’ve never concealed my desire and wants. To you… I want to do everything, and dare to do everything.”
Wen Xinya was speechless, but her lips gradually parted into a smile.
Si Yiyan sneered in a low and passionate way. “Wen Xinya, I’m so unholy—I think I’ll definitely go to hell.”
As Wen Xinya heard the beeping tone by her ear, she was filled with complex emotions—unclear, unreasonable, yet very full. She took the phone and sent Si Yiyan a message. “Good night. I love you!”
