Chapter Seventeen: Wen Siyan is More Suitable as Heir

At this moment, a man stood outside the villa gate with a frown on his face for a long time.

When Wen Siyan arrived, he overheard his second uncle scolding Song Nian'an. He had intended to watch the spectacle but didn't interrupt their conversation. However, to his surprise, he was met with Song Nian'an's retort.

Unexpected.

He straightened his clothes, a slow smile curving his lips, and pushed open the door to go inside.

"Oh, it's Si Yan back." His second uncle smiled obsequiously at him and then said, "Come, sit down and have some tea with us."

After Wen Siyan finished greeting everyone and sat down, the others in the room started talking amongst themselves.

"Wen Siyan became a professor at such a young age, and he also manages the Wen family business very well. He is truly a promising young man!"

"In terms of talent and methods, Wen Siyan is in no way inferior to Wen Jing."

"Exactly. Wen Jing is now married to a man. If he inherits the Wen family business, wouldn't the Wen family really be without an heir?"

"Thinking about it this way, Wen Siyan is more suitable to be the successor than Wen Jing."

All these sounds reached Wen Siyan's ears, and the bright light caused some ripples in his heart.

He and Wen Jing have always been rivals in the Wen family. Some people support Wen Jing, while others support him. The two forces are vying for power and competing with each other.

Compared to Wen Jing's legitimate identity, this "illegitimate son" has always lived in the shadows. Humility, politeness, shrewdness, and worldliness have all become his weapons to disguise his true self.

Until a year ago, a boy who secretly liked him appeared.

The boy would stare at him intently during class, take his books after class to spend more time with him, bite his pen while drawing and smile at him like an idiot, and he would only have eyes for him.

When the insecure Wen Siyan is treated with sincerity, he is then betrayed and his love is stolen away.

He is determined to rewrite his destiny.

Wen Siyan stood up, skillfully made tea for each elder, bowed, and then returned to his seat to chat with everyone.

After a short while, the nanny came to call everyone to eat, and they moved to the banquet hall next door.

"Si Yan, go upstairs and call Grandma and Wen Jing down for dinner," Wen Liansheng said calmly.

Wen Siyan's face was expressionless as he turned and went upstairs.

"Nian'an, are you getting used to being with Wen Jing? If he bullies you, come and tell Grandma, and Grandma will stand up for you."

"No, it's my grandma. Wen Jing is very good to me."

As she spoke, Grandma took out Wen Jing's childhood photo album.

Wen Jing coughed twice, and his grandmother, hearing this, laughed at him, saying, "Let my granddaughter-in-law see how lovable our Wen Jing was when he was little."

Song Nian'an chuckled, never expecting Wen Jing to be shy on a day like this.

Grandma's room wasn't big. There was an old rattan chair where she sat rocking back and forth, with a photo album on her lap, showing pictures of Wen Jing when he was little.

When Wen Jing was little, he was quite cute. He looked soft and cuddly, the kind of well-behaved child who would be pinched and hugged by uncles and aunts on the street as soon as he went out.

“Nian’an, look at this picture. Back then, Xiao Jing picked up a bunch of maple leaves and insisted that this old man scatter the leaves over his head for him, so I took this picture.”

In the photo, Wen Jing looks like an adorable little prince, with fair skin and big, bright eyes gazing at the maple leaves falling from the sky.

Song Nian'an couldn't help but sigh, "Time, how it turns a cute little kid into a powerful business tycoon. I really want to pinch his little face."

Grandma rocked her chair, looking out the window at the falling maple leaves, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"He doesn't need his grandma to play with him anymore. Grandma is getting old, and Xiao Jing has grown up too."

Song Nian'an leaned closer, took her grandmother's hand, touched her cheek, and whispered, "Grandma, I'll play with you from now on. I'm still a little kid." After saying that, she clenched her fist, put it in her purse, then squeezed it tightly, took it out, and handed it to her grandmother.

He continued, "Grandma, look, I can do magic tricks. I'll give you a piece of candy without doing anything." He opened his palm, revealing a strawberry candy.

Grandma was amused by Song Nian'an's little tricks and smiled broadly. The three of them had a harmonious and friendly atmosphere in the room, just like a family that had lived together for a long time.

Knock knock knock.

A knock on the door interrupted them.

"Grandma, dinner's ready."

Upon hearing the name Si Yan, Song Nian'an shivered, her expression instantly freezing.

He made it so obvious that Wen Jing could tell he had suddenly held his breath.

Wen Jing went to open the door, and the two faced off at the door for a few seconds.

The subtle change in atmosphere made Song Nian'an shrink back a little.

Grandma joked, "Siyan, look, your uncle has found you an interesting aunt."

At this moment, Wen Siyan lowered his eyes and remained silent, even somewhat expressionless, feeling very tense under the pressure of Wen Jing's gaze.

Wen Jing raised an eyebrow and looked down at Wen Siyan, saying, "Siyan, you haven't called her aunt yet."

After saying that, he turned to his grandmother and introduced her, "I haven't told you yet, Si Yan is now a professor at Nian An's school, so he can be considered Nian An's teacher."

The intention behind these words shouldn't be too obvious. Wen Siyan bowed to Song Nian'an with a smile and said politely, "Auntie, hello."

He understood what Wen Jing meant. At school, he was the professor and Song Nian'an was the student. But at the Wen family home, he was the nephew and Song Nian'an was his aunt.

After saying that, Wen Siyan's smile slowly faded. He turned around and went downstairs, saying, "Uncle and Aunt, please help Great-Grandma down quickly. Everyone is waiting."

Grandma was a very perceptive person. She sensed the resentment in Wen Siyan's heart and called out to him.

"Si Yan, you haven't been home in a long time either. Help me downstairs."

Both Wen Jing and Wen Siyan are flesh and blood of the Wen family. Although Wen Siyan has watched Wen Jing grow up since he was a child and has a deeper bond with him, he is also a pitiful child.

Thinking of this, Grandma felt even more sorry for Wen Siyan.

The weather outside the window seemed to have changed; the midday sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the autumn wind was howling, rattling against the windowpane.

Wen Siyan turned around, took his grandmother's arm, and walked down one step to wait for her.

Song Nian'an only breathed a sigh of relief when she could no longer see anyone.

Wen Jing looked up at him, said nothing, put one hand in his pocket, leaving a natural curve in his arm.

Song Nian'an tilted her head and looked at Wen Jing, thinking to herself, "Why is he acting so cool when no one's around? Is he just posing with one hand in his pocket?"

Suddenly, Wen Jing pulled his hand up and placed it on his arm, whispering in his ear.

"I mean, take my arm."

She tightened her grip on his arm, and Song Nian'an regained her lively nature.

It seems he really is afraid of Wen Siyan.