“Heh.” Si Huaiyu chuckled softly, watching her dazed expression—both timid and cowardly.
He said, “Your husband dares to do such things, yet you treat even a glance as a sin?”
“That… that’s different.” Though she said this, Wen Ran internally agreed wholeheartedly with Si Huaiyu’s words.
Wasn’t it true? Si Yan dared to bring other women home, yet she was supposed to remain chaste for that filthy man?
Si Huaiyu asked, “What’s different?” He continued, “That marriage certificate of yours isn’t a slave contract. Your relationship with him is equal—there’s never been any notion of who should tolerate whom.”
Wen Ran looked up abruptly, as if no one had ever instilled such thoughts in her before. But then she pulled herself back, insisting, “A Yan is my husband. Love should be faithful.”
She said, “My parents were deeply in love. They were happy their entire lives—that’s the kind of relationship I aspire to have.”
Si Huaiyu smiled, “You said it yourself—that was your parents.”
The relationship between President Wen and his wife was rare among the wealthy circles, and Si Huaiyu had naturally heard about it.
He remarked, “I’d heard before that President Wen cherished his wife deeply. Even in the years after Mrs. Wen passed away, he never remarried.”
Mentioning her parents brought out Wen Ran’s innate melancholy—these were the original host’s emotions. She nodded, “After giving birth to me, my mother’s health was never good. My father didn’t want her to suffer, so they didn’t have any other children.”
She sniffled and said, “Dad loved Mom, and he loved me too.”
The original host had grown up in a healthy family environment, receiving abundant love. In her understanding, her own marriage should mirror her parents’.
Having a husband who cherished her, children who loved her—but reality was often cruel. The probability of finding a good man was lower than winning the lottery. No matter how well she maintained the family, it wouldn’t be enough unless the other party was willing.
That’s why, upon discovering Si Yan’s infidelity, she had been utterly devastated, even driven to madness.
Hearing Wen Ran speak about her family for the first time, Si Huaiyu couldn’t help but be moved. He had never experienced such warmth himself.
Master Si had many women in his youth. Si Huaiyu’s birth mother was merely one among many—the only one fortunate enough to bear a son.
Wealthy families emphasized lineage. After the woman gave birth, the Si family paid her off and sent her abroad. Si Huaiyu didn’t even know who his mother was, nor had he ever met her.
He had been raised by nannies arranged by the Si family since childhood. His wealthy father barely saw him once a year. After being brought back to the Si family, their conversations were mostly about work.
“Ding, Si Huaiyu’s Affection points +6.”
Si Huaiyu said sincerely, “You’re very fortunate, but what you’re seeking—you won’t find it with Si Yan. In fact, you likely won’t find it with most men.”
Wen Ran understood his meaning. Compared to most people, the original host had indeed been lucky. Had she not been entangled with the male and female leads, she could have lived a happy life.
“So does Little Uncle believe there are no good men in this world?” She asked the most foolish question in the most serious tone.
Si Huaiyu leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her. “Guess why I would say such a thing?”
He mocked, “I am a man, after all!”He couldn’t speak for others, but the men of the Si family were all cold-hearted and indifferent—himself included.
“Let me tell you a secret,” Si Huaiyu said, noticing Wen Ran’s puzzled expression. “You probably didn’t know this, but your father-in-law, who’s known for being henpecked, is keeping a mistress outside.”
Oh? Something like this? This was beyond the original plot, and Wen Ran was hearing it for the first time.
Seeing Wen Ran’s eyes widen in disbelief, he added, “No matter how formidable Si Yan’s mother is, she still couldn’t prevent it, could she?”
His elder brother, despite having a son who was already grown and in poor health, still kept a mistress without any hesitation.
This juicy gossip left Wen Ran stunned for a few seconds. Noticing her silence, Si Huaiyu asked, “What did you come to see me for?”
Wen Ran replied, “Why did you bring that matter up at the dinner table? Now it seems like the whole family knows about it.”
Thank you very much—she didn’t even need to think of other ways to spread the news. Si Huaiyu was truly a good person.
“Which matter?” Si Huaiyu thought for a moment. “Are you referring to me hinting that Si Yan has someone on the side?”
Wen Ran nodded. “Didn’t we agree earlier not to tell Grandpa and the others?”
Si Huaiyu raised an eyebrow. “You did say that, but I don’t recall agreeing to it.”
That was Wen Ran’s own idea, not his. For him, Si Yan’s divorce would bring nothing but benefits.
The project previously collaborated on with the Wen family was now on track, and he was the one managing all the processes. Meanwhile, Si Yan had reaped all the rewards simply by marrying a woman from the Wen family.
From the very beginning, Si Huaiyu had supported Wen Ran’s decision to divorce. It was a pity this woman was so stubborn—even with a green hat placed squarely on her head, she refused to take it off.
Wen Ran was at a loss for words. “You… Uncle, how could you do this?”
Heh, she was doing it on purpose. Anyone could be the one to expose the matter, as long as she wasn’t the one drawing the hostility.
Although the Si family had always liked the original host as a daughter-in-law, when it came to their own son, that affection was superficial. When interests were truly at stake, they would always side with their flesh and blood. Si Huaiyu was essentially taking the bullet for her.
Wen Ran and Si Yan wouldn’t be able to break things off so easily—Si’s mother would be the first to object. Now, with all the pressure shifted onto others, she could sit back and enjoy the show.