CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 163: HER BIRTHDAY

"In your eyes, am I really that despicable?" Si Yuhan suddenly became furious.

Jian Xi was not intimidated at all. "You’re not even human; you’re worse than a beast."

"You—!"

Jian Xi trembled with anger. She could never forget how, in her most desperate moment, he had coldly hung up the phone. In that instant, she had nearly died at the hands of those two people. After the incident, she tried to remain calm, as if she were impervious to any harm, but only Jian Xi herself knew how much she loathed Jiang Qimeng and Si Yuhan, that scumbag. Anyone who tried to hurt her or her child deserved to die!

All of Si Yuhan’s rage dissipated without a trace when he saw Jian Xi’s reddened eyes. She had a right to be angry.

"Come with me."

He forcefully dragged Jian Xi to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, pushed her under the stream of water, and stripped off all her clothes.

Her body was covered in crisscrossing bruises, bite marks, and even numerous handprints...

The thought that all these marks were from Zhou Yan...

He punched the wall. BANG! The impact shattered nearby glass items, sending shards CRASHING AND CLATTERING to the floor. A sharp piece gashed Jian Xi’s delicate calf, and blood flowed out.

She didn’t cry out in pain, just stood there, her eyes cold and emotionless as she stared at the crazed Si Yuhan.

"Are you done with your tantrum?"

Si Yuhan narrowed his icy eyes. "Jian Xi, you’d rather give yourself to him than be with me, wouldn’t you?"

"I called you. Did Director Si answer?"

Jian Xi gave a wretched laugh, like the fleeting, resolute bloom of a night-blooming cereus—there one moment, gone the next. She pushed Si Yuhan away.

"Between us, you were the one who missed out, not me for lack of trying."

One by one, she picked up the clothes that had just been torn to shreds and put them on. They barely covered her, but it was better than being naked.

Watching her retreating figure, Si Yuhan had the sudden, overwhelming feeling that if he didn’t do something immediately, he would lose her forever.

The next second, Si Yuhan swept Jian Xi into his arms, placed her on the bed, found the first-aid kit, and carefully began to treat the gash on her calf.

His movements were meticulous, earnest, and focused.

Jian Xi’s lips barely parted as she said in a cold, emotionless voice, "Director Si, I’ve slept with another man. I’m tainted now."

A sharp hiss escaped Si Yuhan.

He was so cruel! Jian Xi thought as the pressure of his touch on her wound intensified, making her gasp in pain.

Si Yuhan acted as if he hadn’t heard, finished bandaging her leg, pushed the first-aid kit aside, and held Jian Xi down on the bed. "I’ll call a doctor."

"Si Yuhan, don’t you understand? I don’t want to see a doctor! I want you to get out!"

She had told him to get out countless times, and every time he had roared like a lion, determined to have the last word. Only this time, Si Yuhan merely looked indifferent, his face devoid of expression.

Damn it! Is he deaf? Jian Xi gritted her teeth, looking at her neatly bandaged wound. What is this? The stick and then the carrot?

The private doctor arrived quickly.

He tried to examine Jian Xi, but she refused—a vehement, full-bodied rejection.

The doctor, at a loss, looked to Si Yuhan for help.

Si Yuhan said softly, "Be good."

Be good? What a joke! She’d been obedient for half her life. Now, reborn only to encounter this scumbag, she hadn’t even kicked him out yet, and he had the audacity to tell her to ’be good’? Be good, my ass!

Before Jian Xi could voice her curses, Si Yuhan, much to her astonishment, scooped her up from the bed in a princess carry. He pressed her head against his chest and instructed the doctor, "You can examine her now."

"Hey! What kind of ridiculous position is this!" she struggled.

Si Yuhan held her fast. With the vast difference in strength between them, she couldn’t break free.

The doctor quickly seized the opportunity to examine her. Upon seeing the marks on her body, he couldn’t help but gasp, his gaze shifting curiously between Jian Xi and Si Yuhan.

"These aren’t from him—" Jian Xi started to say.

But before Jian Xi could finish, Si Yuhan leaned down and crushed his lips against hers in a fierce, domineering kiss.

Jian Xi’s eyes widened in shock. Si Yuhan is a severe germaphobe! He throws away anything of his that someone else touches without a second glance. And she had told him countless times that she had already slept with someone else...

His kiss was dominant, possessive, and more like a punishment. It left Jian Xi’s lips swollen and glistening, her eyes brimming with tears.

The doctor seized the moment to complete his examination, then shook his head with a sigh. "She needs to rest. Although they’re mostly superficial, many of the wounds are quite deep. It will take at least a month for them to heal properly."

A barrage of medical instructions followed.

Si Yuhan listened intently, committing every word to memory.

Jian Xi pounded on his chest. "Put me down, you bastard!"

This wasn’t something for outsiders to see, Yan Qing thought, sweating profusely as he quickly escorted the doctor out.

Yan Qing didn’t notice that as soon as the doctor left, he immediately made a phone call.

Inside, Jian Xi was losing her mind, screaming whatever awful, provocative things came to her head to rile up Si Yuhan. When Yan Qing returned, his heart pounded with trepidation as he listened. He was terrified Director Si might actually strangle her...

"Si Yuhan, are you deaf? We have no relationship now! If you dare touch me again, I’ll sue you for assault!" Jian Xi shrieked, utterly incensed. This man was always so proud. What damn whim had gotten into him now? Why wouldn’t he just leave!

Yan Qing was so flustered with fear that he almost rushed forward to cover her mouth.

Then he saw Si Yuhan pin her to the bed, looming over her. "Why don’t you sue me for rape instead?" Si Yuhan said, yanking off his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt.

Whoa! Director Si is so dominant! Yan Qing thought, quickly closing the door and making himself scarce.

Jian Xi’s eyes widened, her innocent, limpid gaze with its starkly clear blacks and whites fixed on the man inches away. His handsome features, tall figure, and innate regal aura made him seem like a deity stepped out of a manga, a captivating, demonic beauty. In the past, with just a beckon of his finger, Jian Xi would have willingly lived or died for him. But now, her lips parted slightly. "Si Yuhan, have you no shame? Where is your arrogance, your dignity, your self-respect?"

An oppressive, chilling cold emanated from the man. He was enraged, absolutely furious.

CREAK.

The outer door opened, and Zhou Yan walked in carrying some nutritional supplements, smiling. "Senior, look what I brought for you—"

His words died as he looked up and took in the scene. Instantly enraged, he pointed and roared, "Si Yuhan, you let her go!"

Si Yuhan narrowed his glacial eyes. He actually dared to show his face here? His glare alone could kill.

Jian Xi, terrified of a conflict and Zhou Yan getting hurt, quickly grabbed Si Yuhan’s arm. "Don’t you dare touch him!"

"You’re protecting him?"

The four words were practically ground out from between Si Yuhan’s teeth.

Jian Xi felt as if the Grim Reaper itself had her in its sights.

Si Yuhan got off Jian Xi, his eyes flitting between her and Zhou Yan. "So you said all those things, deliberately infuriating me, just to make me leave? Were you waiting for him?"

His tone was certain, carrying the destructive weight of an impending tempest.

Seeing Jian Xi trembling, Zhou Yan felt a pang of anguish and rushed forward. "Si Yuhan, don’t you dare be cruel to Senior!"

Si Yuhan violently grabbed Zhou Yan by the collar. A furious rage churned within him; he wanted to kill this man.

BANG! The door was thrown open again, and Wan Yu strode in, carrying bags of groceries. Seeing the hostile standoff, she asked, "What’s this? Is this how Director Si celebrates Xixi’s birthday?"

Her birthday?

Si Yuhan turned his head to look at Jian Xi.