Chapter 223: Surprise! Discovery of the clues

Si Moyan's tall body suddenly stiffened.

Jian's eyebrows were furrowed, and his voice was low and hoarse. "What did you say?"

"Say, let's get divorced!" Wen Yan said while winking at Si Moyan.

[놖 and he are not just a fake couple, right? 놖 said this on purpose for Wen Yue who was eavesdropping outside the door to hear. He should be able to understand what 놖 meant! 】

[Wen Yue is now vengeful. If she continues to be in love with Si Moyan, her heart will become even more twisted and dark, and the Si family will go bankrupt even faster.]

When Si Moyan heard Wen Yan's inner voice, his tense features relaxed a little.

He thought she really wanted to divorce him!

Fortunately, it was just a show for Wen Yue.

"Wen Yan, don't think that I will get used to you."

Wen Yan saw that the man understood immediately, and the corners of her lips curled up, but her voice became colder and colder, "Who let you get used to it? Do you think you are still the heir to the richest man in Yecheng? You will be penniless soon, and I will not suffer with you!"

Si Moyan looked at her with dark eyes, "Okay, don't regret it!"

When Wen Yue heard the fierce quarrel coming from the two in the office, the corners of her lips twitched unconsciously.

She knew that Wen Yan was a selfish person.

Once the Si Group becomes hers, she will focus all her efforts on dealing with Wen Yan.

By then, Wen Yan will no longer have Si Moyan's support, so stepping on her to death should be as easy as stepping on an ant!

Thinking of this, Wen Yue's smile grew wider and wider.

After Wen Yue left, Wen Yan immediately walked up to Si Moyan and said, "Husband, I just said this on purpose for Wen Yue to hear. I have never thought about divorcing you, but the Si Group is in such a big crisis because of me. Will you blame me?"

Si Moyan held Wen Yan's hand and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Wen Yue relies on the fact that she has a backer. She is very ambitious and wants to become the overlord of Yecheng!"

Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan deeply with his dark eyes, "You should know who is Wen Yue's backer, right?"

Wen Yan's long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes, her expression slightly dim, "I know."

[Maybe 놖 was born without parents. Not only do they dislike 놖, but they also always want to harm 놖. 】

Si Moyan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He stretched out his long arms, and tightly held the woman's slender body in his arms.

After accompanying Si Moyan to work overtime for a while, Wen Yan took him back to the apartment.

As soon as she entered the room, Wen Yan heard the old man's dissatisfied voice, "Your chess skills are too poor. You lost miserably."

Wen Jinglou was playing chess in the living room with the old man.

Seeing Wen Yan and Si Moyan coming back, Wen Jinglou immediately stood up and said, "Let Ah Yan cook the next dish with you. We still have two dishes left to cook."

Si Moyan has been busy with company matters recently. He heard Wen Yan say that she had rescued a foreign old man some time ago, but she had never met him.

The old man glanced at Si Moyan. He squinted his eyes and looked at Si Moyan carefully. "Is this the girl's husband?"

The old man had a sharp eye, he originally wanted to find some faults with Si Moyan, but Si Moyan was too handsome and noble from head to toe, so he couldn't find any faults.

but--

"What are you busy with? Work is important, and your wife is not important. You haven't come back for a meal recently. Don't you want a girl anymore?"

Wen Yan's mouth twitched. She gently pulled Si Moyan's sleeve and said in a low voice, "He is more picky."

Si Moyan pursed his lips tightly, "No problem."

He walked over and sat down opposite the old man and played a game of chess with him.

Originally, the old man didn't take him seriously, thinking that his level was about the same as Wen Jinglou's, but in the end -

His level was surprisingly on par with his, and he was even more murderous.

The old man took great pains to defeat him.

"You little brat, you know this is your old house, but you don't know how to give way?"

Wen Yan shook her head helplessly, "Grandpa, didn't you say that chess character is like moral character, and deliberately letting the opponent win is disrespectful to the opponent?"

The old man snorted, "How could I have known this guy was so powerful? After dinner, I'm going to play a few more games with him!"

"No, my husband hasn't had enough rest recently. After dinner, I want him to rest."

The old man saw the red bloodshot in Si Moyan's narrow eyes and the faint shadow under his eyes. He frowned and asked, "Is the pressure on young people to work so great now?"

Wen Yan hummed and didn't say much.

Wen Jinglou prepared a table full of dishes. When Si Moyan came over to eat, he made a few seafood dishes.

Wen Jinglou is allergic to seafood, so he made it specially for Si Moyan.

"Ayan, eat more."

Si Moyan nodded, "Thank you, Dad."

When the old man saw Si Moyan eating shrimp, he quickly picked one for himself.

"Wen Jinglou, you may not be a very good chess player, but you are a pretty good cook!"

The old man ate a few prawns and a large crab. "Not bad, not bad, delicious."

When the meal was almost over, the old man suddenly felt an itch on his back.

"What's going on? My back is itchy and a little burning."

Wen Yan immediately stood up and walked behind the old man to take a look.

"Grandpa, please unbutton a few buttons of your clothes so I can take a look at them for you."

As soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, the old man hugged his clothes tightly and said, "How can you, little girl, just look at my back?"

Wen Yan's mouth twitched.

Wen Loujing explained, "Uncle, your daughter is a doctor, you can ask her to take a look at you."

The old man reluctantly took off half of his clothes.

Wen Yan looked at the old man's back.

He had a rash on his back.

It must be an allergy.

Wen Yan was about to look away when she suddenly noticed a leaf-shaped birthmark on the old man's shoulder.

Wen Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.

She had seen a birthmark of this shape before.

On Wen Jinglou's shoulder.

My dad’s birthmark is in the exact same place as my grandpa’s!

Grandpa had rashes all over his body, maybe it was because he was allergic to seafood!

Yeah, Dad can't eat seafood either.

How could such a thing happen?

The old man saw Wen Yan staring at his back with a serious expression and his nerves suddenly tensed up.

"Girl, could it be that 놖 has contracted a terminal disease? 놖 still can't remember the past, and I don't know where 놖's home is. 놖 doesn't want to die so soon!"

Wen Yan pursed her lips tightly, "You don't have a terminal illness, you are just allergic to seafood. By the way, grandpa, I took your pulse a few days ago and found that you have blood clots in your brain. Did you take the medicine I asked you to take on time?"

The old man nodded, "I ate it, I want to recover my memory as soon as possible!"

Wen Yan didn't say anything else, but looked towards Wen Jing Building.

My father's appearance is not a purely oriental one, he looks a bit like a mixed race.

Upon closer inspection, my father's eyes were dark blue under the strong light, his nose was high, and his lips were thin. He looked a bit like the old man in front of me.

Could it be that my father is an old man?