The light in the banquet hall was absolutely mesmerizing.
Si Yiyan hugged her waist and swayed her from side to side on the dance floor while moving his body. Due to the alcohol, Wen Xinya begun to get a little tipsy. A sudden numbness filled her head and she felt rather lightheaded.
That was the best tipsiness.
Too little and she would feel nothing, too much and she would be dead drunk.
Only the right amount of tipsiness could bring out the wonderful effects of alcohol.
Wen Xinya wrapped her arms around Si Yiyan’s waist and her eyes glowed, while her face turned rosy because of the alcohol. Staring at him with dreamy eyes, she asked, “Yan, if I didn’t intervene just now, what would you have done?”
Si Yiyan answered in a hoarse voice, “Yueze would have stepped in.” Finding his answer to be a little too casual, he continued to explain, for fear that she would misunderstand him.
“That child would be alright.”
Wen Xinya had a strong sense of racial belonging and Chinese pride. She was also very softhearted and would show sympathy to the weak and underprivileged. Ever since the boy showed up, he knew that there was no way there would be peace because she would definitely not leave the boy in the lurch.
He would not allow Duke Moville to use a Chinese boy to mock him.
Hence, he called Yueze and instructed him to step in.
Who would have expected her to dash forward like an arrow just as he got distracted? She managed to dodge the blade with finesse, in a rapid and fluid motion. She appeared extremely menacing, fierce and dominant.
He watched as she raised Athena in her hand and aimed it at Anatoli. She was sharp, accurate, swift and relentless as she slowly approached Anatoli, step by step.
At that moment, he was shocked beyond his senses!
He believed that that was the case for everyone else in the banquet hall.
He had never seen a woman who could handle a gun so calmly. In Greek mythology, it was said that Athena was born because of God Zeus’ headache that arose because Prometheus hit his head with a hammer. A beautiful and ravishing goddess then popped up from his head.
At that moment, Wen Xinya resembled Athena.
He made Yueze prepare for the worst-case scenario.
However, the progression of things was beyond his expectations.
Wen Xinya had used her wisdom and wit to resolve the conflict and at the same time, used her words to give Duke Moville a hard slap across the face.
She had also used her boldness to teach Anatoli a lesson and embarrass him.
At that moment, he was completely impressed by her wit and wisdom.
With such an outstanding fiancée, what else was there for him to ask for?
Wen Xinya knew that Si Yiyan would not let Duke Moville off for mocking him. She asked in a dreamy voice, “Yan, have you ever thought about breaking free from such a life?”
Why did she do her best to prove her abilities and bravery?
It was also because she loved him deeply and she did not wish to become his burden. Si Yiyan could protect her and pamper her and defend her during such circumstances, not allowing anyone to challenge his authority.
Si Yiyan looked into her eyes which glowed brightly beneath the dim, yellow light. “Xinya, do you know why that Chinese boy was treated that way?”
Wen Xinya fell silent, for she had understood what Si Yiyan meant.
Si Yiyan continued, “Because he’s Chinese. White people have always been racist and strongly prejudiced against the Chinese. They think that they’re superior and that they’re God’s perfect masterpieces. Hence, they’re full of themselves and they look down on other races, especially the Chinese, whom they deem to be weak and vulnerable.”
Wen Xinya sneered. “I heard that God created black people first, but he felt that they were not aesthetically pleasing enough because they were too dark. Hence, he created white people. However, he found them to be too fair and that was how yellow-skinned people arose. We’re God’s perfect creation and most outstanding work of art.”
Si Yiyan smiled and said with a complicated look, “Xinya, do you know how many Chinese there are in Russia? They strongly believe that the grass is greener on the other side, and they plan to earn big bucks before returning home to marry a wife and settle down.”
Wen Xinya’s heart scrunched up.
“There are markets for the Chinese everywhere here in Russia, and there are more than tens of thousands of stalls. Do you know how much money they pay to the mafia as protection fees each year? Do you know how much of their earnings they really get to keep?
“Let me tell you, they spend more than a billion yuan on protection fees which contributes to the wealth of these so-called aristocratic families. And… these workers live in harsh conditions. Most of them live in shoddy wooden houses, and they eat dry and coarse bread made with inferior wheat flour. Apart from working, they usually stay in because their safety is not guaranteed since there are organizations in Russia that are specially meant for killing Chinese people.”
Wen Xinya widened her eyes slowly and stared at Si Yiyan with a complicated mix of emotions. “These are just excuses that are difficult to retort against.”
Si Yiyan guffawed and said with a cold expression, “Yes, those are just excuses, but… I dare guarantee that Lucifer is the guardian angel for all the Chinese in Russia.”
Wen Xinya hugged him tightly. He was her guardian angel.
Si Yiyan whispered into her ear, “Am I very arrogant?”
Wen Xinya laughed and said, “Yes, you’re very ridiculous too. You’re clearly a cunning and sly businessman. Yet, you still made yourself out to be so high-sounding.”
Wen Xinya was used to teasing him. When she asked him about whether or not he had ever thought of breaking free, she simply felt… that his life was too tough and her heart ached for him!
Si Yiyan rubbed her face gently and said, “Don’t forget that you were the one who eagerly rushed to save the boy because you wanted to protect the pride of your race.”
Wen Xinya retorted. “That’s not the only reason I chose to save him!”
Most importantly, she did it for him. She was also rather selfish. When the boy first appeared, she had also weighed the pros and cons of saving him. She pondered about whether or not there would be any harmful effects on Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan’s smile became much more genuine. Deep down, his feelings of anger slowly diminished.
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The light in the banquet hall was absolutely mesmerizing.
Si Yiyan hugged her waist and swayed her from side to side on the dance floor while moving his body. Due to the alcohol, Wen Xinya begun to get a little tipsy. A sudden numbness filled her head and she felt rather lightheaded.
That was the best tipsiness.
Too little and she would feel nothing, too much and she would be dead drunk.
Only the right amount of tipsiness could bring out the wonderful effects of alcohol.
Wen Xinya wrapped her arms around Si Yiyan’s waist and her eyes glowed, while her face turned rosy because of the alcohol. Staring at him with dreamy eyes, she asked, “Yan, if I didn’t intervene just now, what would you have done?”
Si Yiyan answered in a hoarse voice, “Yueze would have stepped in.” Finding his answer to be a little too casual, he continued to explain, for fear that she would misunderstand him.
“That child would be alright.”
Wen Xinya had a strong sense of racial belonging and Chinese pride. She was also very softhearted and would show sympathy to the weak and underprivileged. Ever since the boy showed up, he knew that there was no way there would be peace because she would definitely not leave the boy in the lurch.
He would not allow Duke Moville to use a Chinese boy to mock him.
Hence, he called Yueze and instructed him to step in.
Who would have expected her to dash forward like an arrow just as he got distracted? She managed to dodge the blade with finesse, in a rapid and fluid motion. She appeared extremely menacing, fierce and dominant.
He watched as she raised Athena in her hand and aimed it at Anatoli. She was sharp, accurate, swift and relentless as she slowly approached Anatoli, step by step.
At that moment, he was shocked beyond his senses!
He believed that that was the case for everyone else in the banquet hall.
He had never seen a woman who could handle a gun so calmly. In Greek mythology, it was said that Athena was born because of God Zeus’ headache that arose because Prometheus hit his head with a hammer. A beautiful and ravishing goddess then popped up from his head.
At that moment, Wen Xinya resembled Athena.
He made Yueze prepare for the worst-case scenario.
However, the progression of things was beyond his expectations.
Wen Xinya had used her wisdom and wit to resolve the conflict and at the same time, used her words to give Duke Moville a hard slap across the face.
She had also used her boldness to teach Anatoli a lesson and embarrass him.
At that moment, he was completely impressed by her wit and wisdom.
With such an outstanding fiancée, what else was there for him to ask for?
Wen Xinya knew that Si Yiyan would not let Duke Moville off for mocking him. She asked in a dreamy voice, “Yan, have you ever thought about breaking free from such a life?”
Why did she do her best to prove her abilities and bravery?
It was also because she loved him deeply and she did not wish to become his burden. Si Yiyan could protect her and pamper her and defend her during such circumstances, not allowing anyone to challenge his authority.
Si Yiyan looked into her eyes which glowed brightly beneath the dim, yellow light. “Xinya, do you know why that Chinese boy was treated that way?”
Wen Xinya fell silent, for she had understood what Si Yiyan meant.
Si Yiyan continued, “Because he’s Chinese. White people have always been racist and strongly prejudiced against the Chinese. They think that they’re superior and that they’re God’s perfect masterpieces. Hence, they’re full of themselves and they look down on other races, especially the Chinese, whom they deem to be weak and vulnerable.”
Wen Xinya sneered. “I heard that God created black people first, but he felt that they were not aesthetically pleasing enough because they were too dark. Hence, he created white people. However, he found them to be too fair and that was how yellow-skinned people arose. We’re God’s perfect creation and most outstanding work of art.”
Si Yiyan smiled and said with a complicated look, “Xinya, do you know how many Chinese there are in Russia? They strongly believe that the grass is greener on the other side, and they plan to earn big bucks before returning home to marry a wife and settle down.”
Wen Xinya’s heart scrunched up.
“There are markets for the Chinese everywhere here in Russia, and there are more than tens of thousands of stalls. Do you know how much money they pay to the mafia as protection fees each year? Do you know how much of their earnings they really get to keep?
“Let me tell you, they spend more than a billion yuan on protection fees which contributes to the wealth of these so-called aristocratic families. And… these workers live in harsh conditions. Most of them live in shoddy wooden houses, and they eat dry and coarse bread made with inferior wheat flour. Apart from working, they usually stay in because their safety is not guaranteed since there are organizations in Russia that are specially meant for killing Chinese people.”
Wen Xinya widened her eyes slowly and stared at Si Yiyan with a complicated mix of emotions. “These are just excuses that are difficult to retort against.”
Si Yiyan guffawed and said with a cold expression, “Yes, those are just excuses, but… I dare guarantee that Lucifer is the guardian angel for all the Chinese in Russia.”
Wen Xinya hugged him tightly. He was her guardian angel.
Si Yiyan whispered into her ear, “Am I very arrogant?”
Wen Xinya laughed and said, “Yes, you’re very ridiculous too. You’re clearly a cunning and sly businessman. Yet, you still made yourself out to be so high-sounding.”
Wen Xinya was used to teasing him. When she asked him about whether or not he had ever thought of breaking free, she simply felt… that his life was too tough and her heart ached for him!
Si Yiyan rubbed her face gently and said, “Don’t forget that you were the one who eagerly rushed to save the boy because you wanted to protect the pride of your race.”
Wen Xinya retorted. “That’s not the only reason I chose to save him!”
Most importantly, she did it for him. She was also rather selfish. When the boy first appeared, she had also weighed the pros and cons of saving him. She pondered about whether or not there would be any harmful effects on Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan’s smile became much more genuine. Deep down, his feelings of anger slowly diminished.
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