Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires
Chapter 1889 - Anfia Was Condemned To Return Home
Chapter 1889 - Anfia Was Condemned To Return Home
Out of the Ninth-Heaven, her friends all left in pairs, leaving her alone as a lonely shadow.
In the past, when she and her friends were out late for parties, Si Yiyan would come to pick her up personally, so today she deliberately dragged the party to ten o’clock and wanted to see if he would come over to pick her up.
However, she was obviously disappointed.
Wen Xinya could not help but call Si Yiyan.
As usual, the phone was picked up as soon as possible, but it was sore and uncomfortable in Wen Xinya’s heart. She held the phone for a long time and did not know what to say.
"What’s wrong?"
Si Yiyan finally spoke first after the silence.
Wen Xinya calmed down the frustrated feelings in her heart and whispered, "I’m in Ninth-Heaven and just met Zhou Tianyu and the others. The party just ended."
In her voice, there was some hope.
Si Yiyan was silent for a moment, then said, "It’s already ten o’clock. I asked Gu Yuehan to pick you up. Go back and rest early."
He was sitting in the car, watching from not far away under the street lights, his body exuding loneliness like an abandoned orphan, his heart shivering slightly.
Although the two were in a tepid, semi-cold war, he still paid attention to her every move. Today, she and Gu Junling and a few others met up, and he naturally knew about it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe did not care much at first, but by 9:30 pm, he began to feel uneasy.
The pile of documents on the desk could not be seen through, but he kept looking at the time on his watch. In this state, he only persisted for ten minutes before he gave up and abandoned his busy work. After taking the car key, he went straight to Ninth-Heaven.
He did not fail to hear the careful temptations in her words and the implied expectations, but he was proud of his self-control. Under her soft words, he collapsed little by little, and he even wanted to forget everything, open the door, get off, and bring her into his arms.
However, he held back.
It was not his style to be foolish around women.
This time, he was really angry.
Wen Xinya pursed her lips, no longer entangled in this matter. "When will you come back, I... I will wait for you with supper, okay?"
In the past two nights, Si Yiyan did not go back. Every time she called, he said that he was busy with work. She ran to find him. She wanted to talk to him, but she saw a pile of documents on his desk, and Gu Yuehan, who was full of fatigue, swallowing his throat silently.
No matter how busy he was and no matter how late he worked, he used to always go back.
Although she knew that he spoiled her, without comparison, there was no way to really feel how he had accommodated her.
"I’ll try my best!" Si Yiyan glanced through a glimmer of darkness. Today, he was afraid that he would let her down. The deployment action of Russia’s side against the disintegration of the Korean-Chinese Alliance had been completed. Not only was he unable to go home with her today, but there was also no way he could go back for at least a week.
Wen Xinya bit her lip. Her eyes were sour and astringent and she was extremely upset.
Si Yiyan changed the topic and said, "Anfia has been sent back to Italy and will not appear in front of you again."
Gu Yuexi would also be punished for his unauthorized actions.
Old Mr. An was a wise man. He would restrain Anfia’s behavior in the future and would not give her any chance to cause her own death.
"Um... I get it."
She had heard about Anfia yesterday. In the underground parking lot of the Jiayuan Club, Anfia was covered with black cloth and beaten up. She was injured, broke five bones, and had bruises almost all over her body.
Thinking back when Wen Haowen had injured her forehead and she was hospitalized, Si Yiyan had hurried back from Russia to see her in Capital city, accompanied her for a small night, and quietly left early the next morning. Later she learned that he knocked Wen Haowen out to take revenge.
At that time, she still joked that he was childish.
Vividly remembering the past, Wen Xinya’s nose turned sore and she had the urge to cry.
She did not know why, but she seemed to have become fragile recently, and she was particularly prone to sentimentality.
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Si Yiyan followed her car all the way back to the manor in person and then returned to the Jiayuan Club to devote himself to the intense work.
"Knock, knock—" Someone knocked on the door.
Si Yiyan stopped the work at hand, leaned slowly against the back of his chair, and rubbed his sore forehead. "Come in!"
As his office door was pushed open, carrying a thermos bottle, Wen Xinya stepped lightly into the office.
Si Yiyan’s gaze froze and he lifted his watch to see that it was over twelve in the morning. "It’s so late, why not stay at home and rest?"
In the past two days, she tried everything to please him, and he naturally knew.
Unexpectedly, this little girl ran here so late.
Wen Xinya heard his voice as if being punished. She was somewhat at a loss as she stood straight in front of him, her posture almost comparable to a soldier’s.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSi Yiyan could not help but laugh.
Wen Xinya explained in a panic, "That... Gu Yuehan said... you didn’t eat much at night. I was worried that you were too busy with your work and that you’re ruining your body, so I made you a pot of congee."
Wuzi porridge was made from walnuts, pine nuts, melon seeds, lotus seeds, almonds, and other nuts, grounded into powder, and then simmered.
In this way, the Wuzi porridge came out soft and fragrant, delicious and healthy, and had the effect of nourishing the liver, kidney and the mind, and calming the nerves.
Her bright eyes looked at him, bright and pure, making Si Yiyan quite helpless. "Bring it over."
He was really hungry.
Wen Xinya was a little unresponsive.
Si Yiyan emphasized again. "Bring the porridge over?"
Hearing his clear reply, a big smile appeared on Wen Xinya’s face as she ran to the sofa with the porridge, sloppily filled a bowl, and placed it in front of him.
Si Yiyan looked in front of him—the soft porridge exuded a fragrance. Suddenly, his index finger moved.
Wen Xinya tilted her head and looked at Si Yiyan holding the small porcelain white glaze bowl, a spoon, and eating slowly, every movement a mixture of natural elegance and nobility.
Si Yiyan put down the empty bowl, picked up a face towel, and wiped his mouth. "It’s very late. I will let Gu Yuehan send you back!"
Wen Xinya said, "No, it takes about an hour to drive from Jiayuan to the manor. It’s so late, and driving back is a waste of time. Anyway, you have a room here, it’s not like I haven’t slept here before."
After that, she yawned and looked very sleepy.
Si Yiyan’s eyes flashed with a smile. This girl was becoming more shameless. "Up to you, I still have work. If you’re sleepy, go to bed early."
Then, Si Yiyan got up and returned to the desk.
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