Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 1489: Si Yiyan’s Birthday Is Coming

Of course, it had been proven countless times before that she would have to pay a hefty price for admonishing this petty, vindictive, big-tailed wolf. But Wen Xinya always couldn’t help herself and ended up regretting her impudence.

“Am I bad?” He repeatedly breathed into her ear in a low, raspy and ambiguously lilting voice, accompanied by a warm, moist panting.

“You are bad, bad... very bad...” In the beginning, Wen Xinya was still rather brave and dared to censure Si Yiyan, albeit in a gentle manner. But she forgot that whether in bed or elsewhere, Si Yiyan was an extremely possessive person. He usually doted on her and let her do whatever she wanted. But in bed, he did not allow her to resist him at all.

“Since you think that I am bad, then... I won’t be living up to my name if I don’t do some ‘bad’ things.” Si Yiyan gave a low laugh and gently nibbled at her earlobe.

“Ah...” Wen Xinya cried out in pain.

Si Yiyan bent over her. “Sweet, sweet baby. When a man wants to be bad, he will be bad all the way. You will know then what ‘bad’ truly means!”

What “bad”... truly means?

Following that, when Wen Xinya was tossed and turned and flung around by Si Yiyan—she fully experienced how merciless a bad guy could be when he wanted to go hard on a woman. Wen Xinya now clearly saw how vulnerable and weak she was before this arrogant and petty man.

Any attempt to resist would just be asking for more trouble.

Wen Xinya climbed onto Si Yiyan’s chest. He still had the decency to be more self-restrained in bed lately. It was not like before when he ravaged her daily.

“It will be your birthday in a few days’ time. What present do you want?” After all that bedroom activity, Wen Xinya was so exhausted that even her voice was seductively languid.

There was still a week to Si Yiyan’s birthday. Every year, Wen Xinya would carefully select a gift for him. She would always start preparing for it one week in advance. Now and then, she would also ask his opinion to see if he had anything he wanted.

Si Yiyan was completely satiated now with this lovely girl in his arms. Exuding an extremely suave and alluring aura, he replied, “I will like anything that you give me.”

He had never regarded birthdays with much importance.

Since his mother died and his father followed soon after, his birthdays had been completely forgotten by all—including himself. It had been many years since he last celebrated his birthday.

But after knowing Xinya, she would always remember his birthday.

On the first birthday after he met Xinya, she had given him the Patek Phillipe watch which he now constantly wore on his wrist. It was one of Patek Phillipe’s most classical designs with over a century’s worth of history. Patek Phillipe owed much of its current elite status in the world of luxury watches to this very model.

There were only 50 watches produced in this limited edition, and all 50 men who obtained the watch had lived long and blissful lives.

From then on, she would meticulously prepare a gift for him every year.

Wen Xinya insisted. “Is there really nothing you want?”

Wen Xinya was confounded. She didn’t know whether to praise Si Yiyan for having no material wants or to dismiss him for not having any desires. She had been with Si Yiyan for so long and he had given her his all without any qualms, but never asked for anything in return, apart from... well, actually he had. For example, when they were in bed!

Wen Xinya couldn’t help feeling exasperated!

Every year, she would be extremely vexed near his birthday. She would start racking her brains about a month before the date, thinking about what to give him. Thinking of how she and Si Yiyan still had decades ahead of them—if she had to do this every year—she suddenly felt a clear sense of despondency.

“I have too many things I want in this lifetime. But in the end, I can obtain them all. The one I want the most is you and you are already in my arms, what more can I ask for?” Si Yiyan did not understand Wen Xinya’s frustration over giving him a present. In this life, he held power, status, respect, vast wealth and a lovely wife. There was really nothing else he wanted.

What he enjoyed was having his beloved woman taking painstaking efforts to prepare a gift for him. So he would be happy with whatever she gave him and would cherish it dearly.

With you in my arms, what else can I ask for!

This was the world’s deepest love confession.

Logically speaking, Wen Xinya should have been moved to tears, but she got annoyed instead. “If you cannot think of anything you want, then you won’t get a birthday present this year!”

She had already gifted him clothes, ties, and belts—all personally designed and hand-sewn by her. She had also designed a ring for him as a birthday present. Now, Xinya really had no idea what else to give him.

She did not want to give him something which she had already given before, and she was unwilling to just get any old item for his present. That was why she was so troubled over this. However, she would no longer rack her brains this year. Let Si Yiyan himself go think of something.

Anyway, Si Yiyan had an IQ of over 300 and was highly intelligent. It would not do him much harm to burn a few brain cells over this.

In contrast, her own IQ was limited and she could not afford to hurt any brain cells!

Si Yiyan raised his brows slightly. “There will be no element of surprise if you give me a present which I told you that I wanted!”

Xinya had a very cute flaw—she was secretly a lover of treasures.

After receiving her birthday gifts, she especially loved to have all her presents piled on the floor, whereby she would sit among the pile and gleefully unwrap each and every one of her gifts. Receiving something which she liked could have her basking in joy the whole day.

She said before that the thing she loved the most was the opening of the presents. The feeling of anticipation when that gift in her hands suddenly felt like a Pandora’s box, full of little surprises just waiting to spring out.

As expected, Wen Xinya’s little face fell. Her delicate brows knitted together in a frown. “You are right...”

The joy of giving was seeing the look of surprise on the receiver. Even if she prepared something which Si Yiyan truly wanted, she would not achieve her desired result if there was no element of surprise.

So, after all that trouble, she still had to rack her own brains.

Si Yiyan’s eyes shone with amusement. He kissed her cheek. “Little baby, I will wait for your wonderful surprise.”

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