The phrase "we meet again" startled Si Tian, her heart pounding wildly.
Fortunately, the man added the second sentence—though his gaze fell on her, his words were directed at Shen Yifan.
And Shen Yifan had no idea that both she and Zhou Si already knew about his little affair with Si Rou.
Hearing Zhou Si's words, Shen Yifan curved his lips and gazed at Si Tian with deep affection. "Of course."
If Si Tian hadn't known about Shen Yifan and Si Rou's dirty dealings, she would have assumed Zhou Si was complimenting Shen Yifan.
And upon hearing Shen Yifan's reply, she would have been foolishly rejoicing inside.
But now, hearing it was nothing short of ironic.
That aside, Zhou Si was indeed a rebel—seducing his brother's fiancée.
And now he was even throwing shade at his brother with those words.
But watching Shen Yifan happily play along, Si Tian felt a sense of satisfaction.
This plastic brotherhood was something else.
The clown had now become Shen Yifan instead of her.
Watching him perform now, she found it amusing.
Like a complete fool, being played by Zhou Si.
Still calling Zhou Si his brother.
If Zhou Si's gaze hadn't been fixed on her, she would have enjoyed the show quite a bit.
Perhaps to keep her from enjoying it too much, Zhou Si stared straight at her, his eyes brimming with intense possessiveness.
Even Shen Yifan noticed it.
He instinctively stepped forward, shielding Si Tian behind him.
He looked at Zhou Si and said, "A Si, the engagement banquet that day was quite busy. If anything was overlooked, please forgive me."
Though Shen Yifan felt Zhou Si's gaze was somewhat off—as if Si Tian were his fiancée instead—
That was absolutely impossible.
Zhou Si had never been interested in women.
Back in the day, during their formative years, they were curious about everything.
Especially about the study of gender and relationships.
But Zhou Si had zero interest.
He'd even suspected Zhou Si might have a different orientation.
Until one day, he went to hang out at Zhou Si's place.
They were close back then, so he just walked right in.
As the door swung open, Zhou Si and his sister happened to be facing away from him, an American TV show playing on the computer screen.
His sister pointed at one of the female leads and said, "Brother, she's so pretty!"
Zhou Si glanced at it, then tilted his chin toward another female character, his voice flat. "She's prettier."
Shen Yifan draped his arm over Zhou Si's shoulder and teased, "Thought you didn't even like girls."
Zhou Si turned his head to look at Shen Yifan, the corner of his mouth twitching, his expression dark. "It's your taste that's lacking."
Shen Yifan: "…"
The female leads they picked all had amazing figures.
Slim where they should be slim, curvy where they should be curvy.
How was their taste lacking?
But even though Zhou Si said that, in reality, he had serious issues with the opposite sex.
He had a face that could captivate anyone, and his appeal with women was off the charts.
Yet he hadn't been interested in a single one.
He always acted ice-cold toward women.
Wishing those girls would stay a million miles away from him.
So how could he possibly be interested in someone like Si Tian—a plain woman with zero feminine charm?
That was harder to believe than the sun rising from the west.
Shen Yifan stood in front, but he only blocked about a third of the view.
Zhou Si's gaze was unbearably intense, so Si Tian instinctively took a step, using Shen Yifan as a shield.
Fully hidden now.
Zhou Si's line of sight was completely cut off.
The woman's figure overlapped with Shen Yifan's body, and Zhou Si's eyes narrowed slightly.
He withdrew his gaze, lifted his eyelids to look at Shen Yifan, and a faint curve formed on his thin lips.
"There was nothing lacking in hospitality—my experience was great."
He paused deliberately, then added, "Especially the hotel's amenities. I slept very comfortably that night. Slept especially soundly."
To those around them, these words sounded like perfectly normal pleasantries.
But Si Tian's heart was about to leap out of her throat.
Every word of those two sentences alluded to the absurd things that happened between her and him that night…
Hearing Zhou Si's words, Shen Yifan smiled. "That's good to hear."
Shen Yifan had completely blocked Si Tian's face, but her small, fair hand—clutching tightly at the fabric of her dress by her side—was fully visible to Zhou Si.
The corner of Zhou Si's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. "A Fan, your fiancée looks like she's feeling hot. Maybe she'd like some ice water?"
Si Tian was numb.
Why did he keep calling her out?!
Hearing this, Shen Yifan turned to look at Si Tian.
The woman's face was flushed red, with a fine layer of sweat beading at her temples.
She really did look like she was feeling hot.
Strange—he'd completely blocked Si Tian from view, so how did Zhou Si know she was sweating?
Shen Yifan didn't think much of it, assuming it was just an angle thing.
"I'll get you some ice water."
With that, he turned to fetch it.
But before he could take a step, a familiar, syrupy female voice came from behind.
"Brother-in-law, could you get me one too?"