Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 24: Grandpa's guests

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Wen Xinya's studies of guqin, chess, calligraphy and painting were soon put on her schedule. Basically, she studied guqin in the morning, calligraphy at noon, go for two hours in the afternoon, and read books in the rest of the time. In the evening, she had three years of junior high school courses. Her schedule was tight and fulfilling. She felt that she was growing every day. The feeling of holding knowledge in her own hands was like holding her own future. She was fascinated by the feeling and studied more diligently.

Wen Xinya sat under the magnolia tree reading the chess manual. The afternoon sun shone through the magnolia flowers, falling on her body in tiny pieces. The breeze blew gently, and the tiny rays of light looked like dancing elves.

Four words suddenly come to people’s minds: The years are quiet and good!

"Xinya!" Old Master Mo called her in a low voice.

Wen Xinya looked up blankly. "What's wrong, Grandpa?"

Mr. Mo introduced her, "This is Si Yiyan, my guest. He will stay at the Mo family for a while. He studied with me for a few years, so he can be considered half of my student."

Wen Xinya then noticed the man standing next to her grandfather. He was about twenty years old, tall and straight, about 1.83 meters tall. His handsome figure was bathed in the yellowish warm sun, with a kind of peerless purity that made people hold their breath. His long eyebrows extended towards the temples like outstretched branches, elegant but unable to conceal his pride. His slightly narrowed eyes seemed even more narrow and beautiful, as if focusing the heat of the sun, with a scorching heat that made people dare not look directly at it, enough to burn millions of enchanting beauties. His thin lips were slightly pursed with a coolness, and there was an aura as hard as a jade mountain about to collapse.

He is such a handsome, proud, cold, indifferent and indifferent man!

Wen Xinya's pupils shrank, she turned away and stretched out her hand to him: "Hello Mr. Si, I am Wen Xinya, please give me your guidance in the future."

Although she said this, Wen Xinya was unwilling to provoke him. The aura of this man was too strong, giving her an inexplicable sense of danger, as if something was slipping out of her control and developing in an unpredictable direction little by little. She really didn't like this feeling.

Si Yiyan tried hard to search her memories of her previous life and confirmed that this name did not appear in her memory in her previous life, so her attitude towards this unknown person was to keep a distance from him.

Si Yiyan had a playful smile on his face and reached out to hold Wen Xinya's hand: "Hello, Miss Wen, seeing is believing."

She was wearing a light pink long skirt with peach blossoms extending from it. The peach branches were enchanting and the peach blossoms were bright, which made her beautiful face and figure even more beautiful.

Wen Xinya frowned slightly. Why did the words "Miss Wen" come out of his mouth with an inexplicable sense of playfulness? Was it her illusion? His tone was as if he knew her.

“Xinya, Yi Yan is quite talented in calligraphy and Go. You can ask him if you have any questions.” Old Master Mo frowned slightly as he looked at the two people interacting in front of him. There was an aura that he couldn't interfere with.

Wen Xinya nodded: "Got it, Grandpa!"

She actually ignored him like this, and there was a slight chill in Si Yiyan's eyes.

Wen Xinya glanced at Si Yiyan out of the corner of her eye. His slightly raised eyebrows were surprisingly sharp, and his thin lips hinted at a keen edge. He stood there silently, his posture as elegant as a slender bamboo, but with an air of looking down on the world.

Wen Xinya frowned. Such a person had only been seen in two lifetimes. Was he really just half a student of her grandfather

Such a person is definitely a person who controls a certain force. Why would he stay at my grandfather's house? What is his purpose

Mr. Mo seemed to sense his granddaughter's indifference and alienation towards Si Yiyan, and hurriedly said, "Xinya, I'm going to South City to attend an exchange meeting tomorrow, and I'll probably stay there for seven days. When I'm away, you must not be lazy. I'll check your homework when I come back."

Wen Xinya stepped forward, took her grandfather's arm and asked, "You are going to South City to attend an exchange meeting. Why haven't I heard you mention it before? And you will be gone for a week. I will definitely miss you."

Mr. Mo was fooled by Wen Xinya and actually forgot about Si Yiyan beside him: "Before, I was worried that no one would guide you in learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting after I went there, so I didn't plan to go. But fortunately, Yiyan is here, and I feel relieved to leave you to him for guidance."

Wen Xinya glanced at Si Yiyan with hatred: "Grandpa, you see, it would be better for you to teach me in person than to let others teach me, right?"

Si Yiyan felt a tingling sensation in his body when he saw her slightly angry eyes. Seeing that she was keeping a respectful distance from him, he slightly frowned and said, "The participants of this Nancheng exchange meeting are all respected figures in the literary world. Most of the writers are noble and aloof, and it is rare for them to gather together. Therefore, this exchange meeting is of great significance, and the old man naturally cannot miss it.

Old Master Mo smiled and said, "Yi Yan is right. It's rare for a few old guys to get together, so I naturally can't be absent. You stay at home and wait for me to come back and bring you a gift."

Wen Xinya's face was filled with black lines. He treated her like a child and coaxed her in front of strangers.

Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya's frustrated look and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I'm with you, you won't be lonely."

Wen Xinya felt that these words sounded wrong and ambiguous. She tilted her head to look at her grandfather, but he seemed not to hear her. Was she the only one with a problem with her ears? "Uncle, the word lonely doesn't apply to me."

"Uncle, are you calling me, huh?" Si Yiyan narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were long and narrow, and were filled with a hint of coldness.

The word "hmm" was full of twists and turns, yet it was also filled with deep danger and coldness.

"Is there anyone here who fits the uncle's age?" Wen Xinya looked left and right, but didn't look at Si Yiyan. She remembered that she had spoken to Wen Yuya in the same tone in the St. Jolan brand store in Mingzhu Shopping Mall before. At that time, she wanted to reach out and strangle Wen Yuya's neck to see her struggling desperately in her hands.

Her expression of guilt as she looked left and right was clever and agile, making his chest swell slightly with a little satisfaction: "Don't think that just because you don't admit it, I don't know you're calling me."

Wen Xinya said with a smile: "It's a good habit to sit in the right seat, remember to keep it up!"

After saying this, she felt guilty, and Wen Xinya deliberately remained calm: "Grandpa, I haven't finished reading the chess records yet, you guys continue chatting, I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he ran away from Mr. Mo.

"This child likes to joke sometimes, don't mind it!" Grandpa Mo said with a smile, but in his heart he thought that when Xinya and Si Yiyan stood together, they looked like little kids, and he didn't look like an uncle.

Si Yiyan looked at the beautiful figure that was walking further and further away. It was like a jade tree with thousands of beautiful flowers in full bloom. There was a beauty that took his breath away.

Although she seems calm and rational, she is actually a kind of reckless madman in her bones. She also has the rogueness and ruthlessness she had when she was roaming the streets. Such contradictory traits are not out of place in this Miss Wen. He even doubts that Miss Wen can control these traits perfectly. This eldest lady of the Wen family is indeed a little different from others.