Chapter-3 Driving away the woman who covets her husband

Chapter 3

The original owner did not like Si Moyan. She was determined to get a divorce, obtain her share of the property, and then give her most precious chastity to the male lead, Gu Beichen.

This was also the only thing the original owner could offer now!

Clearly, Si Moyan was not interested.

His long, slender fingers pinched her delicate chin. "Wen Yan, in this lifetime, I will never touch you!"

Wen Yan wasn't hurt by his words. Instead, her focus landed on his distinct, knuckled fingers.

[In my past life, I never slept with a man. I wonder what that feeling is like?]

[Demon Si's hands are so big... Huh, wasn't he going to pinch my chin? Why did he put his hand back in his pocket?]

Si Moyan's handsome face had already darkened to the color of a pot bottom.

"Wen Yan, tomorrow at 9 AM, we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Si Moyan prepared to turn and leave.

Wen Yan quickly grabbed his sleeve, her fox-like eyes misty. "Wah, husband, I really can't live without you. Give me one more chance, let's not get divorced, okay?"

[I'll beg him one more damn time. If he insists on divorcing, I won't beg anymore.]

[Anyway, he's a short-lived ghost, and his younger siblings are all destined to be cannon fodder.]

[Besides, tomorrow his second brother will—]

Si Moyan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly.

What will happen to his second brother tomorrow?

Si Moyan narrowed his eyes at Wen Yan, wanting to hear her continue, but her thoughts had shifted elsewhere.

[Since I'm going to die again, starting tomorrow, I'll eat all the delicious food in the world and die a satisfied ghost with no regrets!]

Si Moyan's thin, rosy lips pressed together tightly.

So, she was not only greedy for money but also a glutton!

"Fine, I'll give you one more chance!"

Wen Yan had already given up hope. Suddenly hearing him say this, she immediately hooked her arms around the man's neck, excitedly and enthusiastically planting a loud kiss on his handsome face.

Her movement was too fast, so fast that Si Moyan didn't have time to push her away.

"Husband, from now on, I will definitely be a virtuous wife and loving mother."

[Once the favorability points reach 100, I'll become the world's richest woman, changing young studs one after another, kicking far away cold, unfeeling dog men like Iceberg Si!]

Watching Wen Yan's two-faced act, Si Moyan pursed his lips, his narrow eyes deep and inscrutable.

Had her body really been taken over by a soul from another world?

He could suddenly hear her inner thoughts—this strange phenomenon was unprecedented.

For now, he'd keep her by his side, observe her for a while longer before divorcing her!

Seeing that Si Moyan didn't mention the divorce appointment again, Wen Yan stretched lazily and yawned. "So sleepy, husband, I'm going to bed."

Knowing Si Moyan had no interest in touching her, she walked confidently towards the bedroom.

Entering the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

What the heck?

The woman with an explosive hairstyle, a face slathered in thick makeup like a painter's palette—was that her?

No wonder Demon Si found it disgusting to even look at her more than once. With this non-mainstream, chuunibyou appearance, even she thought she looked like an idiot.

The original owner was truly deeply in love with Gu Beichen!

Afraid that her real appearance might arouse Si Moyan's lust, she actually made herself look so terrifying every day that even ghosts would flee at the sight!

Wen Yan hated sleeping with makeup on the most. She thoroughly removed her makeup.

A charming, enchanting, breathtakingly beautiful little face was revealed.

Apart from the skin being a bit dull from years of heavy makeup, this face could be described as exceptionally gorgeous and moving, exactly the same as Wen Yan's face from her previous life.

She just needed to take good care of her skin from now on to be perfect.

After removing her makeup, Wen Yan took a shower and put on the hotel bathrobe.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Wen Yan walked to the door and opened it.

"Yanyan, sorry, there was a little accident on the road, I'm late. Has Si Moyan's drug taken effect?"

The visitor was Wen Yan's best friend, Song Qingyu, also the woman she had planned to send to Si Moyan's bed tonight.

Song Qingyu's mother worked as a maid in the Si family; in reality, she was also someone planted there by Gu Beichen.

Gu Beichen worried that Wen Yan was too stupid to successfully frame Si Moyan by herself, so he had Song Qingyu become Wen Yan's best friend.

If Wen Yan failed, Song Qingyu would be the backup plan.

Song Qingyu had sex addiction. She had slept with many men, but the ones she most wanted to sleep with were only Gu Beichen and Si Moyan.

Gu Beichen's heart belonged to Wen Yue, so she didn't dare covet him, but Si Moyan was different.

Wen Yan was an idiot, and her marriage with Si Moyan was in name only.

The drug Wen Yan gave Si Moyan tonight was bought by Song Qingyu from the black market.

Only a woman could help Si Moyan relieve it.

"Yanyan, don't worry, to help you complete your plan, I'm willing to sacrifice my purity even!"

Looking at Song Qingyu's self-righteous declaration, Wen Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

[Purity? Someone who's had it surgically restored over ten times at the hospital still has purity to speak of?]

While watching Song Qingyu's hypocritical act, Wen Yan browsed through her gossip in the system.

[Oh my, the reason Song Qingyu is so eager to sleep with Si Moyan is because her previous men were either too short on time or too short down there, unable to satisfy her!]

[Why does she think Si Moyan can satisfy her? Oh ho, it turns out she secretly peeked at Si Moyan's underwear drying on the balcony at the Si house and roughly guessed the size!]

Sitting on the sofa smoking, Si Moyan's fingers twitched, the ash almost falling onto the back of his hand and burning his skin.

His dark eyes shot a sharp glance towards the door.

Song Qingyu, receiving Si Moyan's death-god-like gaze, couldn't help but shiver.

Wasn't he drugged?

Why did he seem relatively clear-headed?

"Yanyan, didn't you give him that stuff?"

Wen Yan curled her lips. "I did. Can't you see his eyes are bloodshot?"

"Then why is he..."

Wen Yan propped her chin on her fingers, looking Song Qingyu up and down thoughtfully. "Probably because your chest isn't big enough, your waist isn't slim enough, your legs aren't long enough, and most importantly, your face isn't pretty enough. Qingyu, maybe you should get surgery from head to toe?"

Song Qingyu's face instantly flushed bright red.

Did she think she couldn't tell Wen Yan was implying she wasn't good enough?

Looking at Wen Yan, who after removing her makeup was as stunningly beautiful as a seductive imperial consort, Song Qingyu felt jealous and disgusted.

Heaven was so unfair. Why give such a perfect face and devilish figure to this idiot?

It was such a waste!

"Yanyan, how about you let me in to try? Maybe I can succeed?"

Wen Yan sighed. "Qingyu, you should go to the hospital and get your syphilis treated first. Stage 2 still has a chance of being cured. If it drags on to Stage 3, it'll be very hard to treat."

Hearing Wen Yan's words, Song Qingyu's face instantly turned pale then purple.

She was indeed infected with syphilis and was receiving secret treatment.

Besides herself and her doctor, no third person knew about this.

How did this idiot Wen Yan find out?

Argh!

If Si Moyan weren't sitting on the living room sofa, she really wanted to kill this fool!

After Song Qingyu left with a darkened expression, Wen Yan turned her gaze toward the man on the sofa. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes curved enticingly as a charming, coquettish smile graced her lips. "Darling, I just chased away the woman who was coveting you. Aren't I wonderful?"

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