Si Tian was wearing only a dress, with nothing underneath to speak of.
If Shen Yifan's hand were to rest on her waist, then trace the curve of her body downward…
With his extensive experience, he would immediately notice that there was nothing beneath.
Setting aside her psychological disgust, if he discovered she wasn't wearing underwear, things would become even more uncontrollable.
What if he turned it around and accused her of sneaking off to meet another man? Wouldn't that enrage Grandma to death?
She couldn't allow Shen Yifan to ruin the image she had in Grandma's eyes.
Nor could she allow anything to happen to Grandma.
Although Grandma had been discharged from the hospital, her heart had always been weak and couldn't withstand any shock.
Seeing that Shen Yifan's hand was about to touch her waist, Si Tian's mind raced, and she abruptly pushed him away.
Shen Yifan's face showed disbelief and shock.
He seemed not to have expected that she would push him away even for this.
After all, in the past, she had always looked forward to being intimate with him.
Si Tian's fingertips clenched the fabric of her dress, and she put on a look of apology and regret. "I'm on my period."
Shen Yifan didn't know Si Tian's cycle well, but hearing her say this, he understood.
Si Tian had always loved him deeply; she probably didn't want to bring him any bad luck with that.
With that thought, Shen Yifan smiled at Si Tian and said, "Then we'll do it after your period ends."
Hearing Shen Yifan's words, Si Tian only wanted to curse at him.
But she still had to maintain the facade of their relationship. Suppressing her nausea, she changed the subject. "I want to go back and rest."
Shen Yifan understood—women were generally uncomfortable during that time. "Alright."
Without looking back, Si Tian walked toward the direction of the room.
Watching Si Tian's hurried retreating figure, Shen Yifan furrowed his brows.
Why did he feel like Si Tian was avoiding him?
But then he thought again—it was probably the same as before, afraid of bringing bad luck.
Si Tian truly loved him beyond measure, always putting him first.
The more he thought about it, the more Shen Yifan felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Remembering something, he called out to her. "Ah Tian, wait a moment."
Si Tian paused in her steps and looked at him.
Shen Yifan spoke. "There's a yacht party in a few days. Come with me."
Si Tian had just been worried that Shen Yifan had noticed something, her heart pounding with fear.
Now hearing what he said, she relaxed.
She forced a smile. "Okay."
A few days later, Si Tian went to the yacht party with Shen Yifan as promised.
Most of Shen Yifan's brothers were unmarried, so this yacht party was, more precisely, a social mixer for the young elites and ladies of the capital's upper circles.
On the yacht, there was a uniform array of beauties dressed in scantily clad, sexy attire.
Si Tian, wearing a plain-colored dress, stood in stark contrast, looking particularly out of place.
Si Tian didn't care about any of that—she prioritized comfort above all.
But her almond-shaped eyes were as clear and bright as stars, her nose small and delicately straight, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, with two deep dimples on either side.
Her silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look lively and sweet.
Like a pure little white rabbit.
This unique temperament drew quite a few glances her way.
Seeing this, Shen Yifan couldn't help but take a look at Si Tian.
She seemed to have become more beautiful, carrying a new kind of allure she hadn't had before—hard to describe, but somehow captivating…
It stirred something restless in people…
"Fan-ge, you brought your wife along."
Shen Yifan's brother Li Zhixing called out with a somewhat strange expression when he saw Shen Yifan leading Si Tian over.
Shen Yifan composed himself, hummed in acknowledgment, and asked, "Where is everyone?"
Li Zhixing glanced at Si Tian before speaking. "This way."
The group headed upstairs, and the moment they entered, Si Tian spotted a familiar figure.
A man sat sprawled in the center of the sofa, his long legs spread wide in a carefree posture.
Three buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a smooth, elegant neckline and partially exposed, alluring collarbones.
His slender, well-defined fingers held a cigarette, bringing it to his lips.
Wispy smoke drifted through the air, obscuring his deep, sculpted features and making his expression unreadable.
The man exuded an overwhelming aura of dangerous, keep-your-distance energy.
He looked altogether noble, cold, mysterious, and impossible to approach.
That night, the lighting had been dim, and the man's voice had been seductive, so Si Tian hadn't realized he possessed such a commanding presence.
Especially the way everyone around him regarded him with reverence and fear.
Si Tian felt an inexplicable sense of dread.
It was like falling into a trap full of thorns—to climb out, she'd have to shed a layer of skin.
And as the saying goes, what you fear most tends to come.
"We meet again."
The man's gaze landed directly on her, his voice low and dark. "Ah Fan, truly devoted and faithful—bringing your fiancée wherever you go."