Chapter 198 Make peace! We just had a quarrel, not that we don’t like each other anymore

When Wen Yan was taken away by the Wen family, the people in the village didn’t know about it.

They thought that Wen Yan went to work in a big city before graduating from high school.

Now that Wen Yan is back and got married without saying anything, Aunt Zhang had to use her imagination.

Wen Yan is young and beautiful, glamorous and bright, she wouldn’t be a mistress in a big city!

Even if she is not a mistress, she must have married a rich old man.

Otherwise, how could such a luxurious car be parked in the yard?

Aunt Zhang stretched her neck to look into the main room, and happened to see Mr. Si standing up and stretching his waist.

Aunt Zhang couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

Oh my God, that old man should be in his sixties or seventies, right?

Although he has an extraordinary temperament, he is old enough to be Wen Yan's grandfather, right?

Aunt Zhang looked at Wen Yan with contempt.

"Xiao Yan, you are quite capable. Even a white-bearded old man can fall at your feet. You are too unrestrained. For money, you can do anything. Don't come back to the village in the future, otherwise our village will lose face because of you."

Wen Jinglou's face immediately sank, "Sister Zhang, what are you talking about? That's the grandfather of my Yan Yan's husband."

At this time, Si Moyan, who found a band-aid in the car, came over.

Seeing Wen Jinglou's unhappy expression, he frowned slightly, "Father-in-law, what happened?"

Wen Jinglou pointed at Si Moyan, "Sister Zhang, look carefully, this is my Yanyan's husband."

Aunt Zhang turned her head and looked at the man walking towards her. He was wearing a black woolen coat with no buttons fastened. Inside was a crisp white shirt. His clothes were exquisite and ironed meticulously.

The man was tall and had long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like a walking clothes rack. Under his short black hair, he had a handsome face with clear edges and corners, as if it had been carefully carved by a craftsman, handsome and perfect to the point of being unbelievable.

When he stood next to Wen Yan, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, a perfect match.

Aunt Zhang opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she heard her son beside her exclaim, "Boss?"

"What boss?" Aunt Zhang looked puzzled.

Zhang Hao did not answer Aunt Zhang. He stepped forward tremblingly and stretched out his hand, "Boss, I am Zhang Hao, the HR of the real estate company under the Si Group."

Si Moyan looked at Zhang Hao with deep dark eyes, "Your mother wants my wife to marry you?"

Zhang Hao's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He said in fear, "My mother doesn't know that Xiaoyan..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the boss's face suddenly sank, and Zhang Hao immediately changed his words, "My mother didn't know that Mrs. Si was your wife. I'm really sorry. I hope the boss will be magnanimous and not make a fuss about an ignorant peasant woman."

Zhang Hao finished speaking and winked at Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang saw her son's pale face and heard him calling her boss all the time, she knew she was in big trouble.

"Boss Haozi, I'm a chatterbox and I don't know how to talk, I hope you don't mind." Then she looked at Wen Yan, "Xiao Yan, Aunt Zhang said something wrong before, I apologize to you, okay?"

Wen Yan pursed her lips, "I hope Aunt Zhang won't spread rumors in the village."

"Don't worry, I promise not to say anything."

Zhang Hao's legs were shaking as he helped Aunt Zhang leave.

How could he have thought that when he returned to the village for a year-end vacation, he would actually meet the big boss of the company?

"Haozi, is your boss very powerful?"

"Of course, he is the heir to the richest man in Yecheng."

"Then you won't lose your job, will you?"

"As long as Xiaoyan doesn't care, I shouldn't!"

After Aunt Zhang and Zhang Hao and his mother walked away, Mr. Si came out. He looked at Wen Jinglou with a smile, "My dear relatives, this is my first time here. If you have time, can you take me around?"

Wen Jinglou saw that Mr. Si wanted to give the space to Wen Yan and Si Moyan alone, and he nodded hurriedly, "Okay."

Mr. Si took Si Jingyi and left together.

Soon, only Wen Yan and Si Moyan were left in the wooden house yard.

Wen Yan was about to enter the house, and Si Moyan stretched out his slender big hand and directly grabbed her wrist.

He pulled her in front of him domineeringly and forcefully, then took out a Band-Aid and wrapped it around her injured finger.

Wen Yan looked at him. He lowered his dark eyelashes, and his thin pink lips were tightly pursed under his tall nose.

Although he looked serious and cold, and not very happy, the movements of his hands were very gentle and careful.

After bandaging her, he did not let her go. Instead, he wrapped her other fingers in his palms.

"Baby, let's not quarrel or have a cold war, okay?"

His voice was low and gentle, like a feather brushing across Wen Yan's heart, tingling and numb with a hint of ripples.

Wen Yan bit her lip hard with her delicate white teeth, trying to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly and she couldn't.

"We have different ideas. Even if we don't quarrel now, we will still quarrel about this in the future."

Si Moyan's throat was a little hoarse, and he coughed twice, "I didn't consider your original family. You were abandoned at birth, and the trauma in your heart has always existed and has not been healed. You don't have the confidence to be a good mother. You are afraid of not taking good care of the child, and even more afraid of hurting the child. More importantly, you are not very firm in our relationship and have not completely fallen in love with me. These are all my mistakes. I can't ask so much of you in such a short time."

"Grandpa is right. My family has no heir to the throne, so I am not needed to carry on the family line. Last night I said that I couldn't accept that we didn't have children in the future. The most fundamental reason was that I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid that one day you would stop liking me and leave. If we had a child, maybe you would stay because of the responsibility. In the final analysis, I want to keep you and don't want to lose you!"

He gradually revealed his truest thoughts and exposed his truest side to her.

In front of outsiders, he was cold, strong, and abstinent.

But in front of her, he was also sensitive, fragile, and lacked confidence.

Wen Yan looked at the man in front of her. This was the longest sentence he had ever said to her since she knew him.

So sincere and affectionate.

It was touching.

"Wait a minute." Wen Yan turned and went into the house.

Si Moyan didn't understand what she was thinking, so he quickly stretched out his long legs and chased after her.

"I know we still need a period of adjustment, but you can't just blame me for what happened last night. Even if you want a divorce, I won't divorce you--"

Before Si Moyan finished speaking, Wen Yan, who had entered the room, took out a bottle of medicine from her bag and handed it to him.

"I see you have a little cough. You probably didn't sleep all night last night. This is for you. It's very effective for treating coughs."

Si Moyan took the medicine, and his narrow and deep eyes turned red.

Wen Yan curled her lips slightly, "We just had a quarrel, not that we don't like each other anymore."

After Si Moyan put the medicine into his coat pocket, he clasped Wen Yan's wrist with his long, bony fingers. Without saying anything else, he lowered his head and kissed her directly.