The words “We meet again” made Si Tian’s heart leap in fright.
Luckily, the man added another sentence. Though his eyes had landed on her, he was speaking to Shen Yifan.
And Shen Yifan had no idea that she and Zhou Si both knew about what had happened between him and Si Rou.
Hearing Zhou Si’s words, Shen Yifan’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at Si Tian with deep affection. “Of course.”
If Si Tian hadn’t known about Shen Yifan and Si Rou’s affair, she would have thought Zhou Si was praising Shen Yifan.
And hearing Shen Yifan’s reply, she would probably still have been foolishly pleased with herself.
Now, though, it all sounded utterly ironic.
Putting everything else aside, Zhou Si might be a rule-breaker who’d seduced his friend’s fiancée.
And now he was standing here, making a sarcastic remark at his friend’s expense.
But watching Shen Yifan happily play along still made Si Tian feel vindicated.
Their brotherly affection was something else.
The fool had changed from her to Shen Yifan.
Watching Shen Yifan put on an act now struck her as hilarious.
He was like a complete idiot, being toyed with by Zhou Si.
And still calling Zhou Si his brother.
She would have enjoyed the show if Zhou Si’s gaze hadn’t been fixed on her.
Perhaps because he didn’t want her to enjoy herself, Zhou Si stared straight at her, his eyes filled with an intense possessiveness.
Even Shen Yifan beside her noticed.
He instinctively stepped forward a little, shielding Si Tian behind him.
He looked at Zhou Si and said, “Asi, the engagement banquet was pretty hectic that day. If we missed anything, I hope you’ll forgive us.”
Shen Yifan did think Zhou Si’s gaze was a little strange, as if Si Tian were the one he was engaged to.
But that was absolutely impossible.
Zhou Si had never been interested in women.
Back when they were at the age of sexual awakening, they’d been curious about everything.
Especially about studying the differences between men and women.
But Zhou Si hadn’t shown the slightest interest.
Shen Yifan had even wondered if there was something wrong with his sexual orientation.
Then one day, he went to Zhou Si’s place to hang out.
They’d been close enough back then that Shen Yifan would just walk right in.
When he pushed open the door, Zhou Si and his younger sister had their backs to him, watching an American TV show on the computer screen in front of them.
His sister pointed at one of the actresses and said, “Brother, she’s so pretty!”
Zhou Si glanced at her, then nodded toward another woman on the screen. His voice was mild. “She’s prettier.”
Shen Yifan slung an arm around Zhou Si’s shoulder and teased him, “I thought you didn’t like women.”
Zhou Si turned to look at Shen Yifan, the corner of his mouth lifting, his expression shadowed. “Your taste is just terrible.”
Shen Yifan: “…”
The actresses they’d picked were all gorgeous, with great figures.
Slim where they should be, curvy where they should be.
How was their taste terrible?
Still, for all Zhou Si’s claims, he had a real problem with women in real life.
He had a face that could make anyone’s heart flutter, and women were always throwing themselves at him.
But he hadn’t been interested in a single one.
He was always ice-cold toward women.
He seemed to wish they’d stay a hundred thousand miles away from him.
So how could he possibly be interested in someone like Si Tian, a bland woman with not a trace of femininity?
That would be less likely than the sun rising in the west.
Shen Yifan only blocked a third of Zhou Si’s view.
His gaze was so scorching that Si Tian instinctively took a step and used Shen Yifan as a shield.
That blocked Zhou Si’s view completely.
The woman’s figure overlapped with Shen Yifan’s. Zhou Si narrowed his eyes.
He drew his gaze back, lifted his eyes to Shen Yifan, and let a faint curve touch his thin lips.
“There wasn’t anything lacking. I had a great experience.”
He paused deliberately, then continued, “Especially the hotel’s amenities. I was very comfortable there that night, and slept exceptionally well.”
To everyone around them, those were perfectly ordinary words of courtesy.
But Si Tian’s heart was pounding right up into her throat.
Both sentences were alluding to what had happened between them that night—the reckless, absurd thing they’d done…
Hearing Zhou Si say that, Shen Yifan smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”
Shen Yifan had completely blocked Si Tian’s face, but Zhou Si could see her fair little hand hanging at her side, clenched tightly around her skirt.
The corner of Zhou Si’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. “Afan, your fiancée looks awfully hot. Do you think she might want some ice water?”
Si Tian was going numb.
Why did he keep bringing her up?!
At that, Shen Yifan turned to look at Si Tian.
The woman’s face was bright red, and a fine sheen of sweat glistened at her temples.
She really did look hot.
How strange. He’d blocked Si Tian from view—how had Zhou Si known she was sweating?
Shen Yifan didn’t think much of it, assuming it was a matter of angle.
“I’ll get you a glass of ice water.”
With that, he turned to go pour her some.
But before he could take a step, a familiar, sweet voice came from behind him.
“Brother-in-law, could you pour me a glass too?”