Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Si Yiyan stood in a corner of the banquet hall with a glass of champagne in hand. Standing in that corner gave him an unparalleled view of the entire banquet, including the eye-catching Wen Xinya who was weaving in and out of the crowd.

She exuded a great sense of confidence while smiling politely at the reporters. Her confidence matched her gold outfit and she was extremely eye-catching. It was as if nothing could take away her glory.

His girl was not a caterpillar which had grown into a butterfly, but rather, she was a rising phoenix that possessed immaculate glamor and resplendence.

Si Yiyan walked towards her slowly and handed her a glass of champagne. “Beautiful lady, may I have the honor to treat you to a drink?”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” Wen Xinya questioned, gently swirling the glass of wine in her hands which were sparkling alluringly like red rubies.

Si Yiyan smiled and said, “Miss Wen, will you give me the honor to?”

Pretending to be haughty and arrogant, Wen Xinya said condescendingly, “The way that you flirted with me is too corny. I refuse to allow you that honor.”

Her rosy lips were cold like ice, yet beautiful. Swirling the glass of golden champagne in his hands, he said, “Madame de Pompadour, the mistress of Prince Louis XV of France, has once said that champagne is the only type of liquor that makes a woman beautiful. You’re already so gorgeous. I believe this glass of champagne will add on to your stunning beauty.”

“Ninth Young Master, your flirting skills are really one of a kind,” Wen Xinya said before bursting into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. Fortunately, Si Yiyan was not a playboy or a Casanova. Otherwise, plenty of women would have fallen for his sweet talk and thrown themselves at him.

Si Yiyan handed her the glass again and said, “Will you now allow me the honor?”

Wen Xinya grabbed the glass of champagne and took a whiff of it before pursing her lips slightly. Indeed, wine tasting was not her forte. She was much better at boasting. She said, “I heard that champagne made from pure white grapes have a unique and mysterious taste which other alcohol cannot compare to. It gives off a liberal, extravagant, lavish, tempting, romantic and resplendent vibe.”

Having noticed her pursed lips and remembering that beer was her favorite, Si Yiyan knew that she was just pretending. He said, “Seems like you do know a fair bit about champagne.”

He was glad to play along.

Wen Xinya’s eyes lit up with a glow that resembled that of the champagne in her hands. She tasted the champagne gracefully and said calmly, “What’s the name of this liquor?”

“Clos Du Mesnil,” he answered, giving off a lavish and posh aura that was as charming as the liquor.

“Do you like it?” Wen Xinya asked, knowing that Si Yiyan had quite a bit of knowledge about alcohol, though he was not an alcoholic. He rarely drank and would drink a plethora of different liquors. She had never seen him taking such a huge liking to a single type of alcohol before.

Si Yiyan answered, “Yes, I like it! It’s exquisite yet ever-changing. It gives off a romantic vibe, like you!”

The difference between red wine and champagne, was that red wine was posh and aloof while champagne was full of vibrance and color.

Wen Xinya took another whiff of the champagne and tasted it before saying, “It smells like a mix of orange blossom and magnolia, but tastes a little rough like mineral. It’s indeed very refreshing but it lacks depth. The aftertaste… is exquisite and charmingly different.”

She wanted to find out how the liquor that Si Yiyan adored tasted like. She also wanted to know what the liquor that resembled her tasted like.

Si Yiyan gave her a thumbs-up and said with a ravishing smile, “You did a good job at tasting it. Clearly… you don’t lack talent in liquor tasting but rather, you just haven’t been putting your heart and soul into tasting.”

Just like her attempt to learn Russian, she managed to master it after putting in effort to learn, despite lacking flair in picking up new languages. She would even communicate with him in Russian sometimes.

“Liquor tasting may seem posh and elegant, but it’s actually so tacky!” Wen Xinya exclaimed with pouted lips, not in the least bit interested in expensive alcohol.

“That’s true, especially for those who hold a glass of wine and try to hit on girls while thinking they’re classy and uppity.” Si Yiyan smiled, having already expected that she would say that. He shifted his gaze towards the side to see that there was another young man trying to flirt while holding a glass of red wine. He squinted at that man, causing him to leave embarrassedly. Si Yiyan then looked away.

Having noticed everything, Wen Xinya burst into laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” Si Yiyan chided.

She had already reached adulthood and a suitable age to be in a relationship. She was beautiful, graceful and had a killer figure. Not ot mention, she was wealthy, elite and had reputable grandfathers, and was now even a billionaire… all of which lots of heirs were attracted to.

While she was roaming around the banquet hall, lots of men had tried to flirt and cozy up to her, which was to the jealousy of Si Yiyan. If he could… he would have stood beside her and declare to everyone that she belonged to him and would be marrying him.

Wen Xinya smiled smugly and said, “Hmph! Now you know how outstanding I am!”

Wen Xinya stared at Si Yiyan, who appeared suave and incredibly classy, so much that she dared not look at him. He looked so perfect that even women could not compare to him. He possessed an unfathomable charm that could subdue any woman.

Meanwhile… she could not be proud in front of the outstanding Si Yiyan, though she did not feel inferior.

Si Yiyan smiled and said, “I know that, of course. Otherwise, how could I have managed to win your heart while you were extremely outstanding?”

At the instant that he saw her at Guerlain, he knew that she would become an elegant and prestigious phoenix.

The truth proved him right. Everyone enjoyed listening to sweet nothings and Wen Xinya was no exception. She smiled sweetly and jested. “Ninth Young Master, are you trying to show off your excellent taste?”

Si Yiyan chuckled and said, “Don’t I have good taste?”

Wen Xinya gritted her teeth in anger. She would not answer his question, for she did not want to praise herself.