Si Yiyan has always been very elegant when eating. Even when he was eating soupy noodles, he still had a natural nobility and good upbringing. The bowl of noodles was soon finished and he drank up all the soup.
Wen Xinya was very happy to see that he really liked her.
After a full meal, Si Yiyan leaned on the sofa, looking at her quietly, his eyes serious and focused. Under the dim and warm light, her little face as white as jade exuded a translucent luster. The pure, flawless, and translucent mutton-fat jade tea-rose flower hairpin in her hair was not as translucent as hers.
The beige apron with small floral lace looks a bit out of place on him, but on her, it makes her figure look even more slender, graceful and warm.
His gaze followed her like a shadow, causing Wen Xinya to stare at him in embarrassment: "What are you looking at?"
"Look at my yellow-faced woman!" Si Yiyan said what he was thinking with a smile on his lips.
Si Yiyan suddenly remembered that six years ago, when he had just returned to the capital, he attended a dinner party. Perhaps because they had drunk some wine and were in high spirits, several people became bold and unrestrained and asked others to drink with them. One of them stood up on the spot and said with a smile: "You guys keep playing. My house is curfew. If you go back late, my wife will make a scene again!"
Everyone teased him on the spot, saying that he was henpecked, afraid of his wife, cowardly, and unable to control his wife.
He didn't care.
At that time, he just smiled slightly and felt nothing.
But now when I think about it, I feel calm and warm inside. There is a woman who goes through all the daily necessities for you. Even if she becomes a yellow-faced woman, she will still be the most beautiful yellow-faced woman in the world.
Wen Xinya got furious and glared at Si Yiyan fiercely: "You are the yellow-faced woman. Your whole family is yellow-faced woman. Have you ever seen a yellow-faced woman as beautiful as me?"
In her mind, the term "yellow-faced woman" refers to those women who, after getting married and having children, become housewives, spend their days taking care of their husbands and children, focusing on the daily necessities of life, and completely focusing on their families. They value their husbands, children, and family life, but forget themselves. As a result, they become yellow-faced and withered women, and are despised by their husbands.
Si Yiyan whispered: "Well, I have never seen a yellow-faced woman as beautiful as you, so you are the most beautiful yellow-faced woman in the world!"
Wen Xinya's temper disappeared instantly, but she was still a little unhappy: "Don't call me a shrew!"
Si Yiyan coaxed, "Okay, I won't tell you!"
He had already decided in his heart that she would be the old hag with whom he would spend the rest of his life.
Wen Xinya was finally satisfied, but after thinking about it, she felt that forgiving him like this was too easy for him, so she pouted and said unhappy again: "It is said that there is a seven-year itch between men and women, and there is a hurdle every seven years. Tell me the truth, do you dislike me?"
She felt more and more unhappy. She didn't expect that she and Si Yiyan had not yet married, but she had already become a shrew in his heart. She was obviously still young and beautiful, how could she be a shrew
Si Yiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at her sad face and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I dislike you?"
I love her so much that I can't wait to hate her. This little girl just loves to daydream.
Wen Xinya raised her little face, with a look of expectation and admiration on her pretty face: "Really?"
Si Yiyan hugged her waist and kissed her: "Did I lie to you?"
He and Xinya have been together for so many years, but he has never lied to her about anything.
Wen Xinya was not happy at all, she puffed up her cheeks and said in a very aggressive tone: "Why do you call me a yellow-faced woman?"
I just can't understand it. She is so beautiful and young, how could she become a shrew
Si Yiyan looked at her cute and lovely appearance, and his heart softened: "Just think of it as, I want to marry you home as soon as possible and turn you into a yellow-faced woman who belongs only to me."
He did have such an idea. Life is a long journey with many variables. Even if he has the confidence to go on with her, sometimes he still worries that something unexpected will happen. Only by marrying her home early can he feel truly at ease.
Wen Xinya was finally happy. Her beautiful eyes lit up and she looked at me with a fierce look, as bright as crystal light: "If I really become a yellow-faced woman one day, will you still love me like you do now?"
Wen Xinya feels that women are really pathetic. After getting married, what they sacrifice for the family, children, and life is far beyond what men who work hard outside can achieve. Most men selfishly think that women's sacrifices for themselves and the family are natural. Some unscrupulous men, after becoming rich, will still despise their wives and even do things worse than beasts, such as abandoning their wives.
Men are always such selfish animals.
Si Yiyan looked at her seriously: "If that day really comes, I will love you even more and thank you for your dedication to me, our family, and our children."
Wen Xinya was suddenly moved, her eyes moistened: "Don't lie to me, because I already take it seriously."
Si Yiyan laughed and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"
Wen Xinya thought about it for a long time and really didn't expect that Si Yiyan had lied to her about anything. She was so happy that she held Si Yiyan's face and kissed his lips gently, whispering: "It's 11:35 at night. Your birthday is about to pass. This is the last time I will say to you today - happy birthday, dear!"
Si Yiyan put his arms around her waist and pecked her lips gently: "What about my birthday present?"
She did give him a big surprise on his birthday today, but the birthday present that had been making her upset for a whole week was still nowhere to be found.
Wen Xinya deliberately put on a blank expression, looked around and said, "What gift? Don't you like the birthday program I prepared especially for you today?"
The gift was prepared, but she was considering whether to take it out, because the gift was too...
Si Yiyan looked deeply at the person in front of him. Her bright white dress set off her beautiful face. She was at the peak of her youth and was radiant with beauty, exuding a fatal temptation. His eyes gradually became deep, surging with thrilling desires. The desires that had been suppressed before burst out in an instant.
Si Yiyan's voice was hoarse, with a hint of charm and elegance, just like the sound of a violin, gorgeous and exquisite, and captivating: "Are you planning to give yourself to me as a gift? Madam is really clever, then I would be disrespectful to refuse."