Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Si Yiyan stood quietly in the chill of the night, radiating terrifying coldness all over. He toyed lightly with his slender, beautiful fingers, looking at ease, but the aura surrounding his body, one of ready aggression, was impossible to miss.

“Hey, where are you from, report your name—how dare you to provoke someone from the Green Dragon Sect, are you tired of living?” One of the men kept roaring towards Si Yiyan.

A few seconds of silence later, heavy footsteps could be heard—the rhythmic footsteps resonated in the dead, lonely atmosphere, one after another, in repetition and interaction, so heavy that they almost stepped into one’s heart.

The dead silence was so eerie that it gave the man goosebumps. He suddenly got up, wanting to look up at the situation, but his head was then clamped in place by something cold and hard.

The man was about to start cursing and swearing, when a crisp gun muzzle blast rang, and instantly, his entire body stiffened. “Green Dragon Sect? What’s that—is it even fit to pick a quarrel with me?”

Fear-stricken, the man turned pale and his body shivered in fright. “Bro… brother, don’t… we can talk things out nicely. Our brother doesn’t have the eyes to spot the big shark and offended you. A great man like you rarely stoops to pettiness, please let our brother go!”

“Brother… calling out to me?” Si Yiyan presented a threatening stance, his eyes exuding piercing coldness, suddenly filling up with astonishing ruthlessness as if they could annihilate the world.

The man shook non-stop with fear, and he was dumbstruck as if a bone was stuck in his throat.

Si Yiyan said slowly, “In the underworld, there’s yet to appear someone who dares to address me like this.”

“Don’t… no, no… don’t kill me…” The man was so scared that his face turned ghastly, and spoke incoherently.

“Kill you? You’re not fit yet.” Si Yiyan slowly retracted his gun, and, within a few moves, took the gray pistol apart, dropping the loose parts in front of the man.

Those few were too petrified to even beg for mercy—such familiarity with guns was even countless times more impressive than their leader—naturally, they couldn’t afford to provoke him.

Wen Xinya watched Si Yiyan quietly—it was her first time seeing the Lucifer side of Si Yiyan, oozing with fear-inspiring awe—merely by standing there in silence, he already looked commanding.

Wen Xinya suddenly went up and held Si Yiyan’s slightly stiffened hand. “It’s really late, let’s go!”

Si Yiyan’s ruthlessness and cruelty suddenly melted away, like the sun shining on white snow, only leaving behind gentleness. “I’ll get Gu Yuehan over to handle this.”

Seeing that the ruthlessness and cruelty had completely vanished, only leaving behind his clear, beautiful eyes, Wen Xinya felt inexplicably secure deep down. “Mmm! Anyway, I already know who did it, you can do whatever you want with these people.”

Si Yiyan nodded. “Okay!”

Wen Xinya looked at him, with a pair of twinkling eyes which looked especially bright and shimmery in the dark of the night. “Si Yiyan, you’re so awesome—do you know you looked absolutely stunning just now!”

Her slightly blushing small face carried a trace of almost worshiping look, and her voice had a tinge of excitement—much to Si Yiyan’s enjoyment. “In this case, will you like me a little more?”

Wen Xinya’s small face reddened as she glared at him. “Who wants to like you!”

Si Yiyan gentleness dissolved. “Don’t all girls adore the hero saving the beauty? I saved you, aren’t you prepared to pledge your devotion? To repay my kindness?”

Wen Xinya burst out laughing uncontrollably. “What nonsense!”

Si Yiyan acted the ignorant and replied, “It’s written all over the plots of movies and novels. Am I wrong to say that?”

Wen Xinya smiled brilliantly—Si Yiyan had always been handsome and ruthless, but unexpectedly, there was such a comical side to him. “I think you’re too deeply poisoned by those novels and movies, talking about the hero saving the beauty at this time and age—old-fashioned!”

Si Yiyan laughed helplessly and asked, “If I don’t talk about this, what should I talk about?”

Wen Xinya stopped laughing and replied seriously, “Nowadays, the hero saving the beauty is referred to as doing the right thing, an expected behavior. By asking me to pledge my devotion, you’re asking for a reward forcibly because of my indebtedness to you—an act criticized and shunned by the masses.

Si Yiyan listened intently, sincerely agreeing with her points.

Wen Xinya looked at him and burst out laughing. “Si Yiyan, you’re lagging behind the times. You’re going to be left behind.”

Si Yiyan suddenly closed in on her, his long, beautiful eyes squinting slightly with a sense of danger. “Very funny!”

Wen Xinya instinctively fled from him and shook her head in a panic. “Not funny…”

Si Yiyan’s beautiful eyebrows relaxed.

“Hahahaha…” Wen Xinya quickly burst into a series of crisp laughter, like a cluster of silver bells, then looked at Si Yiyan and said, “It’s extremely funny!”

“Little girl, how dare you play me.” Si Yiyan grabbed towards Wen Xinya.

“Hahahaha…” Wen Xinya ran away, laughing hysterically.

“Little girl, don’t run, freeze!” Si Yiyan chased after Wen Xinya.

Wen Xinya made a funny face at him. “If I were to freeze because you said so, I’ll lose face.”

“Little girl, when I catch up with you later, I’ll discipline you properly…” Si Yiyan had never been so jolly, doing the most childish actions in the world, but his heart felt tender and loving, completely filled by the person before him, as he really wanted to catch her, hold her in his own arms, and imprison her, never to let her go.

Wen Xinya turned back and stuck her pink tongue at him in a provoking manner. “Come!”

As the pair fooled around playing catch, the six people laid on the floor, unable to move, looking like convicts awaiting their sentences.

Si Yiyan grabbed Wen Xinya’s waist, holding the still struggling her in his arms, looked down and kissed her little mouth, which couldn’t stop laughing, in a hurried frenzy.

The hasty and wild kiss, filled with aggressiveness with a tinge of punishment, instantly seized all of her sanity—she wrapped around his neck and reciprocated with all her might.

Such aggressiveness meant that the kiss wouldn’t last. However, in the short frame of time, it exhausted both their energies and sparked whatever passion they had between them.

Wen Xinya collapsed weakly into his arms. “Hero saves the beauty, pledging devotion with a kiss—how’s that?”

Si Yiyan leaned on the street lamp behind him and held her tightly, panting incessantly. “Very good!”

Wen Xinya raised her head, looked at him—his face was painted a rouge-like red, his crystal-clear eyes tainted a blurry pink, and suddenly smiled. “Si Yiyan, you’re so frail—don’t you even know how to catch your breath during a kiss?”

A grown man actually, in a breath, kissed stubbornly till he was almost oxygen-deficient—the mere thought of it was hilarious.