3 – The Tragic Heiress in the PO Post (3)
No one dislikes hearing compliments. Even someone like Si Huaiyu, who had navigated the business world for years and heard countless flatteries, still found them effective.
Perhaps because the night was too dark, Wen Ran accidentally stepped on a pebble. Her foot slipped, and just as she was about to fall to the ground again, Si Huaiyu promptly reached out and encircled her. Wen Ran immediately took the opportunity to press herself against the man.
Unlike the previous incident at the staircase, this time she clung entirely to Si Huaiyu. The man felt a tremor in his heart as the woman’s soft body collided with him.
“Ah…” Wen Ran let out a soft exclamation before saying in a tender voice, “Uncle, I don’t think I can walk anymore.”
Her ankle had twisted again. She had already been limping while walking earlier, something Si Huaiyu was well aware of, having witnessed her twist it twice.
The man didn’t know what to say. How could someone be so fragile that they couldn’t even walk properly?
The woman’s breath still rose and fell against his chest, and the soft sensation from her front trembled along with it. Si Huaiyu’s long-composed heart finally faltered at this moment.
Late at night in the garden, a man and a woman alone, with a sensitive relationship…
He took a deep breath, pulled the person in his arms away to create some distance, and then scooped her up horizontally. “Let’s get out of here first.”
Although the man’s voice sounded relatively calm, Wen Ran could still sense his unease.
In the darkness, Wen Ran secretly curled her lips. Who said men don’t have fantasies?
The system asked curiously, “What is he thinking?”
It, too, had noticed that Si Huaiyu seemed different from before.
Wen Ran replied, “What do you think?”
She glanced at the system, doubting it would understand, and said, “Women’s fantasies are about love, which is why so many women chase after the empty promises men make.”
“As for men’s fantasies, they’re much simpler. No matter the man, they all have the most primal desires.”
Most importantly, this was a porn novel. Since they were all characters in the book, Wen Ran bet that these men were utterly obsessed with the thrill of taboo.
“Uncle…” She slightly retracted the arm she had wrapped around the man’s neck, deliberately acting as if she wanted to maintain distance but had nowhere to place her limbs.
In reality, however, she wasn’t idle at all. Her fingertips unintentionally brushed against the man’s neck, stroke by stroke, stirring a restless itch in his heart.
Si Huaiyu’s voice was low and hoarse as he said, “Stop fidgeting.”
He quickened his pace and did not put Wen Ran down even after they had left the dark, unlit path.
………
When Si Huaiyu returned to the Si residence’s living room, he placed Wen Ran on the sofa and called for the family doctor to examine her ankle.
Before the doctor arrived, Wen Ran had already taken off the jacket Si Huaiyu had draped over her. She handed the suit back to the man and said, “Thank you for taking care of me, Uncle.”
Seeing her being so polite, Si Huaiyu assumed she wanted to avoid suspicion. His gaze lingered on the clothing for two seconds before he finally took it back.
When the doctor examined Wen Ran’s ankle and mentioned needing to manually reset the joint, Si Huaiyu noticed the woman on the sofa visibly shiver. Seeing her stunned, silly expression as if she were frightened, the man couldn’t help but feel amused.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” Si Huaiyu reassured her first.
Lin Hao had never seen Si Huaiyu speak to anyone like this before. He instinctively glanced at Si Huaiyu and, seeing the man’s usual aloof expression, turned his attention back to Wen Ran’s ankle.”Has Uncle sprained his ankle before?” Wen Ran asked curiously, gazing at him.
Si Huaiyu nodded. “It’s nothing serious. As long as there’s no bone or tendon injury, it’s just a minor issue.”
In his view, a sprained ankle wasn’t even worth considering an injury—only someone like Wen Ran, raised like a delicate hothouse flower, would be afraid of such things.
While they were talking and Wen Ran’s attention was diverted, Lin Hao seized the moment to act swiftly. With a distinct “crack” followed by the woman’s startled cry, he announced, “It’s done already.”
“So fast?” Wen Ran tentatively moved her foot and found it truly pain-free.
She smiled. “Doctor Lin is truly amazing, your medical skills are exceptional.”
The woman’s smile was exceptionally sincere, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents that made one want to ruffle her hair.
This actually caused Lin Hao to blush slightly. Though many patients had thanked him throughout his medical career, hearing such straightforward praise from Wen Ran made his heart feel as if it were filled with honey.
“It’s just a minor matter. Any ordinary doctor could handle a sprained ankle.”
Meanwhile, Si Huaiyu maintained a cold expression. Didn’t this woman realize how alluring her behavior was?
But he didn’t think Wen Ran was doing it intentionally—given her status, she had no need to, and with her simple-minded nature, she probably wouldn’t even consider such things.
Just then, movement came from the staircase. Everyone downstairs simultaneously turned their attention to the stairwell entrance, where Si Yan and Ruan Tang were openly descending together.
Wen Ran’s first concern was the green number above Si Yan’s head. That bastard had lost points again!
The system screamed like a groundhog in her mind, “How did he lose affection points again! That scumbag!”
Every time Si Yan slept with the female lead, his affection points would drop. Now only 30 points remained above his head.
“Stay calm.” Wen Ran couldn’t care less. Si Yan never had much feeling for the original host anyway.
While he was currently infatuated with Ruan Tang, if she interfered now, his affection points might drop even faster. Better to let him be for a while.
Noticing Wen Ran together with two men, Si Yan’s handsome brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The woman beside him found her gaze unconsciously drawn to Si Huaiyu the moment she saw him.
Perhaps sensing being watched, Si Huaiyu looked back, giving his nephew’s mistress a casual glance. In terms of appearance, she really wasn’t as attractive as Wen Ran.
But for some reason, just looking at Ruan Tang once caused a peculiar surge of impulse within him—a sensation Si Huaiyu found instinctively alarming.
Meeting Si Huaiyu’s returned gaze, Ruan Tang felt her heart suddenly pound as if struck. She didn’t even notice Wen Ran’s scrutinizing stare.
Watching Ruan Tang develop flushed cheeks and a desirous expression upon first meeting Si Huaiyu, Wen Ran couldn’t help marveling at the plot’s powerful influence.
While other story’s main couples only pursued pure love upon meeting, this one seemed to want to sleep with anyone she encountered?
Wen Ran quickly scanned Ruan Tang from head to toe. Having only seen her naked before, this was finally her first time seeing the female lead clothed.
Honestly, without taking her clothes off and hiding her jaw-dropping figure, there wasn’t anything particularly remarkable about her appearance. But her identity as the female lead indeed granted her absolute attraction over the male protagonists.