After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Although Wen Yan was caught red-handed, he remained calm and composed, hands in his pockets, thanks to their long-standing brotherhood.

He didn't avoid Si Lin's gaze, but instead went up to her and said, "Don't look at me like that. I just chatted with Tangtang for a few words. I didn't expect her to be so easily teased. She cried after just a few words."

Si Lin's hand was still patting Ruan Tang's back slowly, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Yan. "I remember telling you not to make a move on her."

"I did say that," Wen Yan nodded.

"But this person is outside your territory. I just happened to run into him and chatted with him for a bit."

Si Lin's voice was indifferent. "What's there to talk about?"

Wen Yan tilted his head. "Of course, we should talk about topics that girls are interested in, like asking her to consider having an affair with me."

Si Lin's eyes were cold and sharp, but Wen Yan laughed out loud, "Just kidding, just kidding."

"I was just teasing her, look how dark your face is."

He paused, his gaze passing over Si Lin and landing on the petite figure curled up in his arms. "But seriously, aren't you being a little too protective of this little secretary?"

You weren't like this before.

"Back then, you would divide it up yourself without me having to say anything."

"That was before," Si Lin interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "She's different."

"What's different?" Wen Yan pressed, his smile unchanged, but a new layer of inquiry in his eyes.

"Prettier? More obedient? Or..." He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "more to your liking in bed?"

Si Lin didn't speak, she just stared at him.

His gaze was calm, but Wen Yan, having known him for so many years, knew that Si Lin was truly angry.

"Alright, alright." Wen Yan wisely stopped talking, straightened up from the wall, and straightened his cuffs that had been pressed into wrinkles.

"I really went too far today; I shouldn't have teased her."

"But you can't blame me entirely. Your secretary is just too cute, and you're so protective of her, so naturally I was curious and wanted to tease her a bit when I saw her."

Wen Yan gestured with his chin toward Ruan Tang, his tone returning to its usual gentleness, "Tang Tang, don't cry."

"Senior Wen apologizes and won't tease you anymore, but if you change your mind someday, feel free to contact me."

Ruan Tang buried her face even deeper into Si Lin's chest, ignoring him.

Si Lin lowered his head and gently rubbed the little head in his arms, then looked up at Wen Yan, "Finished?"

"I'm done talking, you two can continue your conversation." Wen Yan walked to the other end of the corridor.

As he passed Si Lin, he paused, turned his head, and glanced at the girl in his arms. "Pei Heng told you, didn't he? Don't take it too seriously."

Si Lin did not respond.

Wen Yan didn't mind, patted him on the shoulder, and strode away.

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Si Lin glanced at the little girl who was still sobbing in his arms, bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand supporting her back, and picked her up horizontally.

Ruan Tang nestled in his arms, her little face still close to his chest.

He walked to the sofa in the lounge, sat down, and placed her on his lap. "Don't cry. You don't need to pay attention to what he said."

Ruan Tang pouted, and another tear rolled down her cheek, landing on the back of his hand.

Si Lin cupped her face in his hands, cradling her small cheeks with his large palms.

Her eyelashes were soaked with sweat, the tip of her nose was red, and she had bitten her lips so hard that there were faint teeth marks.

He felt so sorry for her, so he bent down and kissed her forehead. "Alright, sweetie, this time it was Wen Yan's fault."

The little girl looked up at him, her moist almond-shaped eyes filled with tears and anger.

She glared at him.

Si Lin was taken aback, somewhat confused. "Why are you glaring at me?"

"You're not a good person either." Her voice was soft and hoarse, with a slight nasal tone, but her tone was earnest.

Si Lin was speechless after hearing her words.

How is he not a good person? Well, he's not exactly a good person.

Throughout the entire Shenglan, from special admissions students to nobles, no one thought that the young master of the Si family was a good person.

But wasn't he already very good to her?

"How am I not a good person?" Si Lin pinched her chin, lifting her face to face him. "Tell me."

Ruan Tang's lips moved, and her eyes reddened again.

Those words were too filthy, such as "taking turns," "sharing," and "Ye Mian followed Gu Beiheng and then Jiang Yubai."

The fact that Wen Yan spoke so naturally shows that they really were like that before.

The little girl hesitated, her voice very soft, "He said you used to be in a room with lots of pretty girls, you...you..."

She couldn't continue, so she raised her hand to push him away and tried to get out of his arms.

Si Lin understood, pulled the person back, and hugged the delicate back of the beautiful woman.

He began to explain, sounding unusually guilty, "That happened more than a year ago, it's all in the past."

Ruan Tangxing stared straight at him.

Si Lin pulled her closer to him. "There's no one else this year, only you."

She turned her face away, looking coy and refusing to look at him.

Seeing her like this, Si Lin slowly slid his fingers from patting her back to the back of her neck and gently pinched it. "Are you jealous?"

She gave a muffled hum, neither admitting nor denying it.

Si Lin's lips curved slightly, the slight guilt in his heart being overshadowed by an inexplicable sense of pride.

He lowered his head and rubbed his lips against her fair neck. "These are all trivial matters, is it really worth getting so angry?"

"If you get sick from getting angry, all the medicine will be wasted."

Ruan Tang felt ticklish from his rubbing, turned her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears, but she was no longer shedding any.

Si Lin couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her lower lip.

The little girl grunted and tried to turn her head away, but he caught the back of her head and she couldn't get away.

After their lips met for a while, Si Lin pulled away, his thumb brushing against her moist, tender lips, his voice low and husky, "What did Qin Zhou say today?"

"It's alright," she said softly.

"Not bad?" Si Lin raised an eyebrow, his large hand slowly moving down from her lower back, his fingers sinking into the pleats of her pleated skirt. "Then let me check the results of the past two weeks."

Before the little girl could react, he had already lifted her by the back and flipped her over, pressing her into the sofa.

The lily of the valley's attribute points have increased again.

【Skin as smooth as ice and bones as white as jade】: 80%

[Stunning Beauty]: 80%

[Willow-like waist]: 80%

[Graceful figure]: 80%

[A Subtle Fragrance]: 80%

[Innate Charm]: 80%

[Nine-Bend Corridor]: 80%

【Spring Water Jade Pot】: 80%

【Fragrance in the Valley】: 80%

……

The man's shoulders were hunched, the girl tilted her head back, her delicate fingertips gripping the sofa armrests tightly, and the overhead lights swayed and danced wildly.

This time she did not have a fever.

After Si Lin discovered this, he became even more unscrupulous.

His pleated skirt was crumpled up on the carpet, and his black shirt was draped over the sofa armrest, the cuffs hanging down and swinging wildly.

As darkness fell outside the window, lights began to twinkle on the playground of Shenglan.