In the black car, Xia Weiyi snuggled in Si Wuan's arms.
She looked up at his red eyes. Brother Wu'an was not as cold-blooded and heartless as Si Mumu said.
After Si Han fainted, Si Wuan remained calm and called the family doctor. During this period, he asked no one to touch Si Han's body and wait quietly for the family doctor to arrive.
Song Chang criticized him for not sending Si Han to the hospital immediately, and said that he wished Si Han would die?
Even Si Mumu cried and said that he was not good to his father at all, and only made him angry. Now that he made his father so angry, he should be held responsible!
Si Wuan pursed his lips, said nothing, and endured it.
The family doctor rushed over and gave Si Han a complete examination.
The result was that Si Han had a stroke due to stimulation and needed careful treatment. It was also said that it was a safe approach not to move his body when he fainted, otherwise there would be big problems.
The mother and daughter who were madly condemning Si Wuan the previous moment were instantly ashamed.
Si Mumu choked up and apologized to Si Wuan, but Si Wuan just turned his eyes away indifferently, took the hand of the girl beside him and was about to leave.
"Brother, Dad is like this and hasn't woken up yet. Are you really going to leave?" Si Mumu asked loudly, "You made Dad so angry that he had a stroke. Shouldn't you wait until he wakes up? Brother, how could you become so heartless?"
Si Wuan then sneered slowly: "Really?"
Without saying anything more to Si Mumu, he left the Si family without hesitation.
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Xia Weiyi raised her slender white arm and gently hooked it around his neck. A gentle breath passed over him, and a fresh and sweet scent came over him: "Brother, your heart aches, right?"
Si Wuan lowered his eyes: "I seem to have gotten used to it, and it doesn't hurt that much anymore."
I'm used to being misunderstood by my sister, used to being chased by my mother to ask for responsibility, and used to being framed and insulted by my father.
He lowered his head and brushed his thin lips against the girl's cheek: "I don't care what others think of me, I only care about you."
Her fair face flushed red as she blinked, "I want to be like my brother and not care about what others think."
"Yeah." Si Wuan cleared his throat.
He thought of something and spoke again in a much hoarse voice: "Let's have a child. It's time."
Since his father had suffered a stroke and was unable to manage the company, he would take this opportunity to take full control of the company and make the news of his marriage to Xia Weiyi public.
"Where would you like to have your wedding?"
Xia Weiyi's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly: "Brother... I don't know what you mean?"
"I want to hold a wedding with you and let everyone know that you are my wife, okay?"
The girl's eyelashes were wet. She raised her eyes and spoke to him, still looking frightened: "Is it really possible?"
"Why not?" Si Wuan lowered his head and curled his lips: "I made you wait too long, it's my fault."
Xia Weiyi felt numb all over, and her voice was sweet and soft: "I am willing to wait for brother for as long as it takes. I love brother, I love brother very much."
Snow-white, soft fingers fell on his black shirt, kneading his chest again and again: "Brother, are we going to have three children? Isn't that a bit too many?"
"Are you afraid of pain? You don't have to give birth."
He actually has no obsession with how many children he should have.
"No, I want to have more children. I like the hustle and bustle and the warmth of a big family." Her words made the atmosphere in the car quieter.
The environment in which they both grew up was not warm enough, and they never received love from their father or mother.
Si Wuan rested his chin on her hair, his black pupils drooping slightly.
"I'm afraid that after we have a child, you won't love me as much anymore." Xia Weiyi said in a very low voice: "Oh, I'm too stingy. I even get jealous of my child."
He smelled the sweet scent on her body and hugged her tightly with his arms around her slender waist.
His shimmering black pupils narrowed, and his thin lips parted slightly, revealing aggrieved expression: "I'm also afraid that you don't love me as much anymore."
Xia Weiyi's heart trembled as she felt the burning heat coming from under his black shirt.
"No, I will put my brother first, always and forever."
"Me too." His voice was low and hoarse: "The child will not affect my love for you." Just as his family would not think of the slightest love he had for her.
As Si Wu'an said, he personally took care of all matters big and small about the wedding, and during this period, he firmly controlled the Si Group.
Si Han's serious illness completely caused him to lose his leadership of the company.
In a private bridal shop, everything Xia Weiyi sees is beautiful.
Every wedding dress is so beautiful.
This was the bridal shop chosen by Si Wuan, and the album had caught his eye.
He smiled at her dotingly: "I chose it, I'm very happy that you like it."
Xia Weiyi pursed her lips and couldn't help but move closer to him: "Brother, are we really getting married?"
"Yeah." He nodded and said softly, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
"Brother, I might cry at my wedding. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
"I think so too."
"Brother, you can cry too?" she asked in disbelief.
"Does having wet eyes count?"
"Forget it, forget it." Xia Weiyi was in a very good mood: "Thinking about my brother crying, I feel that no matter how loud I cry, it is not shameful."
She asked Si Wuan to choose a wedding dress for her: "I'll wear whatever you choose, okay?"
Si Wuan waved at her and lowered his head to whisper: "Why do I feel like you are tempting me?"
Xia Weiyi's eyes were red.
"Tonight, you wear whatever I pick, okay?"
The girl's body trembled slightly. She was so shy that her brother said such words.
My brother doesn't say this kind of thing often, he seems to be restraining himself all the time.
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