Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Wen Xinya was in deep sleep when she suddenly felt an itch on her neck, followed by a prickly feeling which irritated her tender skin and made her avoid the uncomfortable contact.

However, very quickly, that slightly prickly and itchy feeling came on again.

“Stop it…” Wen Xinya avoided helplessly as her brain was still in a daze and trapped by the Z monster, unwilling to awaken.

“Darling, it’s way past early morning!” Si Yiyan rubbed her neck slightly. Perhaps because he had just woken up, his low, joyful voice had a tinge of laziness.

“Leave me alone. I’m sleepy~” Wen Xinya said coquettishly in a lazy voice as her snow-white arm got out of blanket unwillingly and pushed the playful head on her neck away lazily.

“Have your breakfast first!” Si Yiyan gently grabbed her fragrant and lifeless arm, lifting her up from the bed.

Skipping breakfast was extremely bad for women’s health.

Wen Xinya had no choice but to stretch out her snow-white arms, wrap them around Si Yiyan’s neck, and allow Si Yiyan to bring her to the washroom.

Most of the time, no matter how sleepy she was, she had to have breakfast. Even if Si Yiyan had tortured her badly at night, he would still feed her a cup of hot chocolate the next morning to replenish her calories and nutrients.

Wen Xinya sat on the floor of the washroom in a daze as Si Yiyan helped her wash up.

After washing up, Wen Xinya’s fuzzy brain finally cleared up. She watched the chin just inches away from her—with perfect lines and refined angles which radiated a charm belonging only to mature men.

However—

Wen Xinya couldn’t help but stare at Si Yiyan’s chin, which was slightly green and dotted with stubs, and pouted her tiny lips.

Recently, for some reason, Si Yiyan suddenly wanted to grow a beard. He always liked to use his green and stubby chin to tease her and would become especially excited whenever he saw her wince and shy away from his manly stubs.

Her tender and exquisite skin had been tortured by these stubs of Si Yiyan.

Wen Xinya’s pair of huge eyes wandered and she suddenly had an idea as she grabbed the shaver on the sink and said with a huge smile, “Since you’ve helped me wash up, I’ll return the favor by helping you shave.”

Wen Xinya sat in the tub with a huge part of her snow-white skin filled with bruises and love bites, showing through her cream nightgown made of pure silk, as her legs dangled excitedly.

Thinking about how she had suffered the prickly stubs of a certain jerk for the entire night last night, she suddenly became excited at the thought of revenge.

Si Yiyan looked at the little woman before him lovingly. She probably had no idea how innocent and alluring she looked right now. As he looked at the bright knife in her hands, a deep glow filled his eyes.

As the mastermind behind the Jiayuan Club, controlling the underworld of the Capital city—

As the most powerful head of the Xiasi Group, in an esteemed position, with the wealth in the billions of yuan—

As the final decision maker of Lucifer with limitless powers, the lives of many and the seven thousand odd kilometers of the borderline between Russia and China—

Until now, there had been no one who had the guts to wave a weapon before him, including Gu Yuexi and the rest!

Those who had used weapons in front of him had been viewed as assassins and killed.

Wen Xinya was the first.

Of course, she was also the last!

In this world, only Wen Xinya had the right to go near him holding a deadly weapon and chat away without being harmed!

“No moving! It’s my first time helping a man shave—I totally have no experience!” At this point, Wen Xinya still didn’t know the meaning of waving a weapon before Si Yiyan as she pointed the shiny knife towards him without the slightest clue.

The thin blade gave off a bright glow. For some reason, Wen Xinya’s hands trembled slightly. She had actually intended to use an electric shaver. However, as an electric shaver wasn’t as thorough, they didn’t have it at home.

“Actually, I can get Gu Yuehan to bring an electric shaver over immediately.” Si Yiyan controlled his head from moving back as he negotiated with her.

Actually, there was no harm in letting her shave. However… this little woman was smiling so widely like a little demon. Si Yiyan could guess her real intentions effortlessly.

It was a minor thing to let her shave him. However, if his looks were ruined, how was he supposed to meet anyone?

At this point, Si Yiyan was struggling in his heart.

To reject her to save his pride or to sacrifice his face in order to earn a smile from her!

Wen Xinya held the shaver in her hand up and said with grinning eyes, “How can we trouble Gu Yuehan so early in the morning? He may be your assistant for official matters, but how can I activate his labor for things beyond official work?”

Looking at Si Yiyan’s slightly guarded gaze as he looked at the shaver in her hand, Wen Xinya suddenly felt an exceptional sense of accomplishment and couldn’t help but want to tease him.

Perhaps it was because the little girl’s expression was too righteous, Si Yiyan suddenly felt speechless. “Darling, on the account of me serving you tirelessly last night, you’ve gotta spare some mercy.”

When it came to his looks, even a calm person like Si Yiyan couldn’t help but be cautious.

Which meant that Si Yiyan still chose to give up even his face in order to earn a smile from his loved one.

Wen Xinya had never seen Si Yiyan like this and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “The knife is on your neck and you still dare to talk like this.”

Saying which, she really placed the thin blade on Si Yiyan’s neck. The sharp knife stuck onto the thin skin on his neck—it would only take a bit of strength to rupture his artery.

She felt that it was very exciting to hold someone’s life like this in her hands.

It was like Si Yiyan’s entire being was within her grasp.

“Darling, put down the knife. If you really injure me, your heart will ache.” As he spoke, Si Yiyan’s hands still fondled her incessantly. In case of an accident, he could still be a happy, lustful ghost who died under a peony.

Seeing his reaction, Wen Xinya instantly felt bored. Also, his shameless actions made Wen Xinya, who had always understood him, instantly understand his thoughts and not know whether to laugh or cry.

So it seemed that people who didn’t mind losing their lives for lust like him really existed. It indeed refreshed her bottom line.

Wen Xinya moved the shaver away and warned him. “No more spouting nonsense. The knife has no eyes—don’t blame me if it really accidentally injures you!”

Saying which, she still waved the knife around Si Yiyan’s chin, seemingly rehearsing her strokes.