After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Yanjing.

Winter has arrived in Yanjing.

The first weekend after the start of winter was gloomy, like a rag that hadn't been wrung out properly.

The hazy clouds stretched from the Western Hills all the way to the China World Trade Center, and the cold wind blew across the lake in Chaoyang Park, leaving no boats on the lake today.

Chen Xinyi and Jin Shilin slept until after 11 a.m., as usual.

Jin Shilin, with her hair in a mess, swaggered down from the second floor, her first words being, "Aunt Li, do you have any coffee?"

They really are Koreans.

He's a coffee addict.

She is also the one in her small family who can't live without coffee.

Even Lin Siyan and Chen Xinyi's growing fondness for coffee is largely due to her.

Chen Xinyi followed behind, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, yawning as she asked, "What are we having for lunch?"

Lin Siyan had already finished reading two financial magazines while sitting on the living room sofa.

He casually replied, "You two are getting more and more in sync."

Jin Shilin drank half a cup of coffee before she recovered, and looking around, she realized someone was missing. "Where's my brother?"

"Third floor." Lin Siyan turned a page of the magazine. "He's been messing around with the media room for two days. Finally, he can connect his phone. He's going to play his childish mobile games on the 180-inch screen."

Kim Se-rin blinked blankly. "How big is 180 inches?"

"Almost an entire wall."

Why doesn't he play on his own phone?

He said, "It's great to go from a musket to a cannon!"

Jin Shilin held her coffee cup in silence for a moment, then uttered a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul:

"Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of speakers and a projector, used to play endless running games. That's our brother's spending philosophy."

"What's this?"

Chen Xinyi joked:

"Believe it or not, if Sister Wu found out, she could spend millions more to upgrade the equipment and make him even happier."

Jin Shilin: "..."

Lin Siyan: "..."

They believe.

Especially Kim Se-rin.

She even turned her head to take a special look at Lin Siyan.

Sister Jin thinks.

Sister Wu's love for her young husband.

It's almost as much as Sister Lin's love for her young husband's older sister.

Lunch was prepared by Aunt Li and Aunt Zheng together.

Six dishes and one soup plus two baskets of fresh handmade shrimp dumplings.

The shrimp dumplings are the same as this morning.

When Wei Yi came down from the third floor to eat, he was still immersed in a kind of excitement.

Before he could even hold his chopsticks properly, he started explaining to his three older sisters how big and bright the gold coins in the parkour game were on the 180-inch screen.

Chen Xinyi put a piece of braised pork rib on his plate and told him to eat first and not talk. After he finished eating the rib, he continued to explain the science.

Kim Se-rin said she would go upstairs to see it after finishing her meal.

Lin Siyan didn't express her opinion, only thinking he was childish and foolish.

At the same time, I was secretly itching to do it.

After finishing their meal, the two older sisters stayed in the media room for less than ten minutes before being woken up by Wei Yi's loud shouting.

Jin Shilin, holding her forehead, said, "He died more than twenty times and was still shouting 'Let's do it again!'" Chen Xinyi's comment was "noise pollution."

Wei Yi explained, "The main problem is that I haven't gotten used to it yet! I'm used to using my phone, and now I'm finding it a bit difficult to use a projector!"

The two older sisters ignored him and went downstairs.

However, it was past 2 PM.

Chen Xinyi suddenly came out of the master bedroom, her face full of excitement.

She walked up to the third floor in her fluffy slippers.

The door to the home theater was closed, and the soundproofing was indeed excellent; you could barely hear anything coming from inside while standing in the hallway.

She gently pushed the door open, slipped inside, and locked it behind her.

Wei Yi was sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the home theater, holding a game controller in his hand, staring up at the 180-inch screen.

On the screen, a tiny pixelated figure is sprinting forward at an astonishing speed, with coins flying everywhere.

He heard the door lock and turned around to look.

"sister?"

Chen Xinyi did not answer.

She took her phone out of her bathrobe pocket, walked over, and sat down cross-legged next to him.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with an irrepressible excitement, like a fox spirit who had just eaten Tang Sanzang's flesh.

"I'll show you something."

She handed over her phone; the screen showed a WeChat chat window with the contact name "Dear Little Siyan".

The chat box contained several videos, and the thumbnails showed that they were taken from a low angle from a restaurant table, with a man and a woman in the center of the frame.

The man was wearing a gray sweatshirt, and the woman was wearing a light blue nightgown; they were kissing.

Wei Yi clicked on the first video.

The scene in the video left him speechless.

That angle was so familiar—a 45-degree angled shot from behind the vase. The composition was a bit crooked, but the image was surprisingly clear, even capturing the oily sheen on his lips from that morning.

He then clicked on the second and third clips, all of which were clips of the same scene from the same angle, but at different times.

"Did Sister Siyan send it to you?"

"uh-huh."

Chen Xinyi's voice was full of barely suppressed laughter, "She sent it to me at noon. Look at the video's recording time, 7:12. You two were already doing it in the restaurant at 7:12."

See these video clips.

Wei Yi finally understood what medicine Lin Siyan had taken that morning.

Outrageous.

It's too ridiculous.

That's outrageous! His mother opened the door for him! That's outrageous!

This lunatic actually filmed himself kissing her and sent it to the person he loved most.

What kind of outrageous operation is this?!

He handed the phone back to Chen Xinyi. "What does she mean by this?"

"Don't you understand what I mean?"

Chen Xinyi leaned back happily against the armrest of the beanbag chair.

She crossed her legs, her fluffy slippers dangling from her toes. "Actually, it just means I succeeded!"

Her voice trembled with excitement when she said, "I succeeded!"

The satisfaction of a hunter who has set a trap for a long time and finally waited for the prey to fall into it made her face glow.

"Sis, your expression is a little scary."

"What's scary about it? I'm just relieved and happy!" Chen Xinyi said seriously.

Wei Yi leaned back on the beanbag chair and stared at the ceiling.

He knew Lin Siyan's true nature.

It was the same in her past life; all of this woman's behavioral norms were built on the same foundation.

She wanted to make Chen Xinyi happy.

When Chen Xinyi is happy, she is happy; when Chen Xinyi is sad, she is more heartbroken than anyone else.

She would die for Chen Xinyi, and she would live to do anything for her.

So she sent the video to Chen Xinyi not because she suddenly developed feelings for him, but because she had personally confirmed that Chen Xinyi wanted to see it.

This is enough.

However, she was still a little bit more outrageous in this life than in the last.

In her past life, she was gradually dragged into the mess by Chen Xinyi; she never took the initiative.

She actually learned how to secretly take pictures of herself and even sent them to Chen Xinyi.

Could this be considered a butterfly effect caused by my own rebirth?

After all, I am more powerful, more capable, and more proactive in this life than in my previous one.

In his past life, he didn't dare to force a kiss on Lin Siyan, but in this life, he not only forced a kiss on her, but he did it twice.

Lin Siyan, surprisingly, went from resisting to actively offering herself up.

Oh well, the underlying color hasn't changed anyway.

As long as the base color remains unchanged.

No matter how outrageous she is, it can't be too outrageous.

He was just about to share these thoughts with his sister when he suddenly felt a chill on his thigh.

Looking down, he saw that Chen Xinyi's hand had somehow slipped under the hem of his hoodie.

"sister?"

"Don't move."

Chen Xinyi's face was already red, her eyes fixed on the video on her phone screen that was paused on a kissing scene. "I want to watch it again."

"Why are you touching me while you're watching the video?"

"Because the more I look at it, the more I feel for it," she said frankly.

Wei Yi took a deep breath. "Sis, if you want to do it, you can go back to the room. This is the media room. The door is locked, but there are still people downstairs."

"A home theater would be great."

Chen Xinyi tossed her phone aside, flipped over and straddled his lap, cupping his face in her hands. "I've never tried this before! And didn't Sister Wu brag about how much money she spent on soundproofing this room? I want to see how effective it is."

"Sis, didn't you say last night that you were going to get a good rest today?"

"Rest doesn't mean doing nothing."

She lowered her head and bit his lip lightly.

This is completely different from Lin Siyan's passive situation this morning, where she was treated like a pig being eaten.

Chen Xinyi's kisses are always passionate and proactive, just like her personality—never beating around the bush.

On the 180-inch screen, the little parkour character had already died.

The game music was still playing, but it was quickly drowned out by another sound.