The luxurious lights in the banquet hall intoxicated everyone.
Si Yiyan put his arm around her waist, swaying on the dance floor, slowly swinging his body. Wen Xinya was not completely drunk from drinking two glasses of red wine, but just a little tipsy. Her brain felt slightly numb and her body seemed as light as if it had broken free from the constraints of the flesh.
Drinking to this extent is the best amount of wine.
Any less and it's tasteless, any more and it's intoxicating.
Only when you drink it just right can you appreciate the benefits of wine.
Wen Xinya held Si Yiyan's waist with both hands. Under the influence of alcohol, her eyes were full of crimson enchantment and a dazed charm: "Yan, if I don't step forward, what are you going to do?"
Si Yiyan said in a hoarse voice: "Yue Ze will come forward." Then he felt that his answer was a bit hasty, and was afraid that she might misunderstand him, so he explained: "The child will be fine."
Xinya has a strong sense of national honor, and her heart is also very soft. She always gives too much sympathy to the weak. From the moment the little boy appeared, she knew that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully, and she would not stand idly by.
And he would not allow Grand Duke Moville to use a little boy from Country Z to slap him in the face in public.
So he called Yue Ze and asked him to intervene.
But who would have known that, at the moment when he was distracted, her body had already rushed out like an arrow. The complicated and exquisite floor-length skirt did not cause any hindrance to her. Her body was like flowing water and as fast as the wind. Her whole movement was full of majesty and sharpness that could not be despised.
He watched her holding the Athena and pointing it at Anatoly, with an imposing and sharp edge, and without making any movement, she moved closer to Anatoly step by step until her gun was within shooting range.
At that time, he was amazed by her!
He believed that everyone in the banquet hall was stunned by her.
No woman can hold a gun so calmly. Ancient Greek mythology describes the birth of the goddess of Athens like this: the god Zeus suffered from a headache, and Prometheus split Zeus' head with an axe. A beautiful goddess with a graceful figure and armed with a sharp weapon jumped out of the cracked head, radiant and graceful.
At that moment, Wen Xinya was like Athena in the myth.
He prepared Yue Ze for the worst.
But the development of events was beyond his expectations.
This girl used her wisdom to defuse a war and gave a hard slap to the famously ruthless Grand Duke Moville, forcing him to swallow his anger.
He also used his courage to punish Anatoly, gave him a severe lesson and made him lose face.
At that moment, he was completely impressed by the scheming and wisdom shown by this girl.
What more could a husband ask for if he had a wife like this in his lifetime
Wen Xinya knew that Si Yiyan would not tolerate Grand Duke Moville's slapping behavior, and her voice contained a hint of crimson confusion: "Yan, have you ever thought about escaping from this kind of life?"
Why did she work so hard to show her strength and courage today
It was all because of this man she loved deeply. She didn't want anyone to treat her as Si Yiyan's weakness or even a vassal. Si Yiyan could protect her, love her and pamper her, and he could also stand up for him in such occasions and not let anyone infringe on his authority.
Si Yiyan looked into her eyes. Under the yellow and luxurious light, her eyes were reflected with an intoxicating and sparkling light: "Xinya, do you know why the little boy from Country Z just now suffered such a disaster?"
Wen Xinya fell silent for a moment. She understood what Si Yiyan meant.
Si Yiyan continued, "Because they are yellow people, white people have always had strong racial discrimination. They believe that they are God's perfect and outstanding works, so they are proud. They look down on other races, especially the yellow people who they think are very weak."
Wen Xinya sneered: "I heard that when God created humans, he first created black people, but God thought black people were too dark and not pretty, so he made a white person, but he thought white people were too white, so the yellow race was born. The yellow race is God's most masterpiece."
Si Yiyan smiled, his eyes were complicated and deep: "Xinya, do you know how many Z countrymen are digging for gold in E country? They firmly believe that foreign money is disgusting, and they want to take the money home to marry a wife, have children, and take care of the elderly."
Wen Xinya's heart was inexplicably gripped.
"There are all kinds of markets in Country Z here, with thousands of stalls. Do you know how much of the money they earn every year is paid as protection money to the black gold? And how much actually goes into their own pockets?"
"Let me tell you, there are tens of billions of them. This money has become one of the sources of money for these so-called nobles to live a luxurious life. They...live a poor life, living in wooden houses and eating dry bread made from coarse barley flour. It tastes dry and hard in the mouth. Apart from work, they dare not walk around the rest of the time because their lives are not guaranteed. There are a group of strong racists in Country E who specialize in bullying and even killing yellow people."
Wen Xinya slowly widened her eyes and looked at Si Yiyan, with inexplicable emotions surging in her eyes: "This is an excuse, but it is an excuse that is difficult to refute."
Si Yiyan laughed, his eyes cold and stern: "Yes, that's the excuse, but... I can pat my chest and guarantee that in this strange land of Country E, Lucifer is definitely the patron saint of all yellow people."
Although these words were very arrogant, Wen Xinya hugged him slightly tighter. He was also her guardian angel.
Si Yiyan whispered in her ear: "Am I being very dignified?"
Wen Xinya laughed: "Not only is it very high-sounding, but it is also very sanctimonious. He is obviously a treacherous and cunning businessman, but he insists on exaggerating himself to be full of heroic colors, and even add a bit of national spirit."
Wen Xinya made fun of him out of habit. She had asked him before if he had ever thought about escaping from his current life. In fact, she had no other thoughts, she just felt that... Si Yiyan's life was too hard, and she felt sorry for him!
Si Yiyan gently scratched her face and said, "Don't forget who was so overwhelmed with national honor that he couldn't wait to save people."
Wen Xinya refused to give in and said, "I saved people not just because of this!"
The most important thing was for him. She was also very selfish. The moment the little boy appeared, she hesitated and even weighed in her heart whether saving him would cause any unpredictable impact on Si Yiyan.
The smile on Si Yiyan's face became much more genuine, and the hidden haze in the unknown corner of his heart was dispelled bit by bit.