Shen Yifan understood immediately upon hearing Zhou Si's words.
He glanced at Si Tian and said with a proud look, "That's fine. A Tian has always had strong boundaries. She doesn't usually let men touch her."
As he spoke, Shen Yifan reached out and took Si Tian's hand, his fingertips gently stroking the back of it twice.
As if comforting Si Tian's startled heart.
And as if showing off something.
Si Tian's heart had nearly jumped out of her chest just moments ago.
Now, hearing Shen Yifan's words, her heart gradually calmed down.
With Shen Yifan explaining on her behalf, she could rest easy.
He thought she was keeping herself "pure and faithful" for him.
Ha, what a joke.
The furrow between Si Tian's brows visibly relaxed.
The way she looked was exactly like—
A newlywed couple, where the bride gets startled, and the groom's few words of comfort easily soothe her.
No matter how you looked at it, it was grating to the eyes.
"Oh? Is that so?" Zhou Si stared directly at Shen Yifan and took a drag of his cigarette. "It seems sister-in-law loves you very much."
Smoke slowly curled from the man's mouth, the wispy haze obscuring his deep, handsome eyes.
Making it impossible to read his expression.
But Si Tian could clearly feel the mockery in his words.
Shen Yifan's head was already a sea of green…
What love was there to speak of?
Shen Yifan said nothing, only gazing deeply at Si Tian, a visible curve lifting the corners of his mouth.
He said nothing, but it was as if he'd said everything.
Silently flaunting their affection.
Si Rou, watching from the side, saw Shen Yifan's sweet expression. Her earlier arrogance deflated like a punctured balloon.
Her heart felt blocked by wet cotton, unbearably suffocating.
Shen Yifan—she would have him no matter what!
She glanced around the room, her gaze finally landing on the foreign liquor on the table.
She poured herself a glass and walked toward Shen Yifan and Si Tian.
"I suppose I shouldn't be drinking ice water. At my sister and brother-in-law's engagement banquet, I never got to properly toast you both."
"Seeing how in love you two are, I can rest easy as your older sister."
There was nothing wrong with those words.
Only those who knew about Si Rou's alcohol allergy exchanged uneasy glances.
Was she so heartbroken that she'd throw her health away?
Though it made sense—her own cousin had gotten engaged to her ex.
Anyone would be devastated.
Si Tian sneered inwardly. This wasn't heartbreak at all.
She was just putting on a show of deep feeling to win sympathy.
Sure enough, Shen Yifan's face darkened, his eyes tinged with pain and guilt.
He stepped forward, reaching to take the glass from Si Rou's hand, lowering his voice. "You're allergic to alco—"
"Ah—"
Before Shen Yifan could finish, Si Rou's body suddenly lurched forward.
The liquor in her hand arced past him, splashing directly behind him…
The translucent yellow liquid rushed toward her face. Si Tian had no time to dodge.
A chill spread over her body as she stood frozen in place.
Before she could react, a blanket accompanied by a hint of cedar and sandalwood scent was draped securely over her.
At the same time, a deep, magnetic voice sounded above her head.
"Ah Fan, sister-in-law isn't fit to stay here in this state. I'll have someone take her to the adjoining room first."
Shen Yifan turned around, not knowing when Zhou Si had come to stand beside Si Tian.
And had quickly draped a blanket over her.
As he spoke, Zhou Si didn't wait for his agreement, tilting his chin toward a nearby waiter.
The waiter immediately stepped forward, came before Si Tian, and made a "please" gesture.
"This young lady, please follow me."
Since she had the chance to no longer share a space with Zhou Si, Si Tian bolted.
God knows, when Zhou Si had draped the blanket over her just now, her breath had hitched.
Si Tian said "Thank you for the trouble" and quickly followed the waiter out.
"Ah Fan, it looks like Miss Si's clothes got some liquor on them too. Why don't you take her to get cleaned up?" Zhou Si spoke again.
Hearing this, Shen Yifan realized he had instinctively caught Si Rou as she stumbled forward.
The front of her red dress had been splashed with some of the liquor, stained a darker shade.
It was indeed unsightly.
She was still his woman—he wouldn't want other men seeing her like this.
Without a second thought, Shen Yifan nodded. "I'll take her to get cleaned up then."
However, after leading Si Rou a couple of steps, he felt something was off.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what…
Si Tian followed the waiter to one of the rooms on the topmost deck of the yacht.
The waiter produced a black dress from somewhere, set it down, and left.
Si Tian's dress was soaked through and unwearable.
She took it off and pulled the black dress over herself.
As she dressed, she observed the room's layout.
The furnishings were simple yet grand.
The bedding and such were of superior quality—clearly fine pieces.
Was even a resting place on this yacht this luxurious?
How extravagant must the yacht's owner be…
Just as Si Tian was marveling at this, the door suddenly swung open from outside.
A familiar, low, husky male voice followed closely, "That dress suits you quite well."