Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires

Chapter 180: Wen Xinya, I Said That You’re Mine

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“We’ve to blow dry the makeup so that it doesn’t smudge.” Si Yiyan leaned in towards her forehead and gently blew on the makeup on her forehead.

The moist, warm breath felt slightly numb and ticklish, creating waves of ripples in her heart—as the ripples expanded, her heart constricted. She nervously stretched her hand out and placed it on his chest, in preparation to push him away.

Unexpectedly, as her hand touched his chest, it was burned by scalding heat similar to that of smelting iron, which seeped through her hand and spread to her entire body. His thunderous heartbeat shook her hand, and the rhythm of her heartbeat instantly matched up to his palpitating chest, suddenly intensifying.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, Si Yiyan reached out and pressed her hand onto his chest, leaned in, and trapped her in her seat, his thin lips instantly captivating her tender, petal-like heart.

Unlike the last time when a serious declaration had been made, instead, it carried a sentimental twist.

Wen Xinya felt her whole body shiver—in her blurry vision was his exceedingly good looks in complete focus, her chaotic mind was blown away instantly, sparks of bright, glorious fireworks blossomed in her barren heart, and she couldn’t help but return his kiss.

Feeling her response, his kiss became last hasty, and instead, was filled with a poetic, artistic enjoyment, as he illustrated the shape of her lips, outlined the curves of her tongue, tantalized the tender flesh between her teeth, and gummed on her tenderness and loveliness.

Surprisingly, she felt very comfortable—no racing heart, no gasping breaths, no numbness or pain in her lips and tongue, only extremely soft, lingering passion, so beautiful that even her soul was enchanted—in this moment, she felt wholeheartedly cared for and cherished.

Until he stopped, his face tinted with slight, enchanting blush, his pair of eyes seemingly freshly filled in with black ink, secreting intensity, and her eyes filled with joy which bloomed bit by bit in a splendid formation. “Xinya, like it when I kiss you like this?”

His voice was ridiculously hoarse and hot, completely rid of coolness, leaving behind only pure, longing passion, radiating unrivaled seductiveness. His charming vocals spoke to Wen Xinya’s heart, leaving numb and tingly all over, and she let out a soft “Yup!”

His eyes instantly gave off intense fascination, charm, utmost magnificence, like fireworks in the far distance, loudly crashing into gorgeous splendor. “You’ve to grow up more quickly! I also wish to taste the world’s passionate and sensual love!”

Such thuggish words, when coming out of his mouth, instead felt extremely elegant. Wen Xinya felt as though her body was on fire, scorching hot, unbearable—a natural reaction and yearning from her own body—she only realized then, and her dislike for bodily contact between men and women, since her previous lifetime, actually resolved itself in front of Si Yiyan.

“Wen Xinya, I said that you’re mine, and I mean it!” Si Yiyan rode on the circumstances and whispered by her ear. “I’ll draw your brows, help you do your makeup, bun your hair, respect each other, be loving and devoted always—I can do all that, and do them even better in the future!”

His gaze was focused on her all the time—her child-like skin tainted with rouge was so breathtakingly beautiful—previously, when Mother Wan was tidying her up, her distracted, devastated look had hurt his heart badly.

He knew that there had definitely been a guy in her life previously, who had made her years amazing. Thus, he couldn’t maintain his previous rhythm anymore—he had to rapidly conquer her heart, which had spurred him to the acts of bunning her hair, drawing her brows, and filling her makeup in!

However, kissing her had been unexpected—when her warm hand stuck onto his chest, the burning passion that he had hidden away had exploded instantly, spinning out of his control.

Fortunately, his spur-of-the-moment act had not given her a fright. Moreover, she had some feelings for him as well!

Wen Xinya’s heart was beating in a depressing manner, in a rhythm that even made her worry if she actually had a heart problem. She suddenly changed the topic and asked, “Aren’t you bringing me somewhere? Let’s go, then—I’m also curious.”

“Wait!” Si Yiyan turned and walked up to the table, bringing a rosewood phoenix box before her. “I have a present for you.”

“What is it? Why the sudden present?” Wen Xinya stretched her hand and received it. Si Yiyan had given her too many things—after he had given her five sets of jewelry anonymously, whenever he gave her something, it seemed natural that she accepted it, totally out of her character.

“Have you forgotten the occasion today?” Si Yiyan asked, gently stroking her hair.

Perplexed, Wen Xinya looked at him. “What’s the occasion today?” action

Si Yiyan whipped out his phone, showed her the calendar, and Wen Xinya leaned over—there was a pink circle on the calendar in his phone, bubbling with pink hearts—it was Country Z’s Chinese Valentine’s Day.

“I especially came back to spend Valentine’s Day with you.” Si Yiyan spoke softly. However, his voice was crisp and pleasant, like a piece of music played by the ancient zither.

Flustered, Wen Xinya looked down, opened the box in her arms, and found a seven-stringed ancient zither lying inside. She knew that the zither symbolized love—beautiful love stories of gifting the zither to profess love were passed down from ancient times.

Si Yiyan was conversant with both ancient and modern learning, his every move and every word were so intentionally romantic that it was irresistible. “It’s a beautiful zither.”

Si Yiyan smiled. “Take it out for tuning!”

“Okay!” Wen Xinya had wanted to reject, but as the words reached her mouth, they became “okay” instead. Before she realized it, she had already retrieved the zither from the box and placed it on the table.

Plucking the strings gently, producing lingering, charming, nostalgic, wholesome tunes which were soft with a tinge of strength, the interest in her heart grew, and she couldn’t stop her fingers as a fond feeling of happily-ever-after roused in her heart.

Si Yiyan grinned. “How’s the tune?”

Wen Xinya murmured, “Clear, smooth, calm, wholesome, even, distinct, sweet... a rare gem of a zither.”

With each of Wen Xinya’s words, Si Yiyan’s smile deepened slightly. The look in his eyes, though clear, did not give his thoughts away. “My self-made zither—how rare that it caught your eye.”

Previously, when he had stayed briefly at Old Mr. Mo’s house, he had observed that she had yet to possess a suitable zither and conceived the idea to carve a zither for her.

The best material for a zither was rosewood, and although the Xiasi Group controlled 70% of Country Z’s precious wood market, it still took him great lengths to source for a four hundred years old rosewood—the manufacturing process had not tolerated the slightest mistake for the fear of wasting such a rare material, for it would be even tougher to search for an alternative satisfactory material.

Wen Xinya was shocked. “You’re a zither craftsman! Is there anything in this world that you can’t do?”

Si Yiyan replied, “My father once said that in order to understand the zither, one has to craft it—the qualities of clear, smooth, calm, wholesome, even, distinct, and sweet have to be possessed by the zither craftsman in order to pass them to the zither—thus, I learned zither craftsmanship from my father.”

Everyone said that zither craftsmen were the role models for conduct in the world! How true—as she realized that she knew more about Si Yiyan, her heart got more attracted to him.