Chapter 1742 - Bunning Up Hair Symbolizes Loyalty

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Holding the gown in her hands, Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan.

Their gazes exchanged intense blows in the air shortly. Finally, Wen Xinya was defeated by his act of raising his wrist to look at his watch.

Wen Xinya stared hard at him. “You’re not allowed to peek at me.”

Her fierce words were slightly coquettish.

Despite saying so, she didn’t expect that Si Yiyan would really listen to her.

She sat in a corner and changed up swiftly. Although the area of the limousine was spacious, it instantly became tight with two people inside, making it restrictive for her as she changed.

Watching her slightly nervous actions, Si Yiyan’s smile deepened.

The gown had a back zip which was tight for some reason—she couldn’t quite zip it up.

Si Yiyan placed the book in his hands on the sofa and asked with a half-smile, “Need help?”

This gown was handpicked by him. The hidden zip was slightly tight and ran all the way from her hips to the back of her neck. Without help, it was indeed quite hard to zip it up.

“No need!” she said stubbornly.

She looked at how he sat cross-legged comfortably with a teasing smile. He was obviously making fun of her and insincere about wanting to help. Clearly, he was waiting for her to personally ask him or plead with him.

Si Yiyan lifted his wrist. “It’s now 8:38 P.M.—you’ve already wasted three minutes changing.”

The time constraint instantly hit Wen Xinya. She tried to pull hard at the zip, but it was still stuck.

Si Yiyan looked down to read, although it had been a long time since he last flipped a page of that book.

“Ah!” Wen Xinya let out a soft cry.

Si Yiyan suddenly threw the book in his hands away and asked in a low voice, “What happened?”

“The zip seemed to have caught my finger. It hurts!” she said in a tender voice, feeling sorry for herself, as she looked at Si Yiyan with her huge, moistened eyes.

“I’ll take a look!” Si Yiyan reached out for her hand.

Wen Xinya refused. “There’s no time left, help me with my zip first!”

Saying which, she pulled hard at the zip which wouldn’t budge again. She wondered if the zip was stuck or spoiled. Of course, it was also possible that Si Yiyan purposely chose such an outfit.

Si Yiyan looked at the snow-white skin and slim and beautiful back view before him with a smile in his eyes. However, he didn’t make the lie more difficult for her as he ran his fingers along her exposed skin from the back of her neck to the zip, gently pulled at it, and with a brief sound, the zip was instantly done.

Wen Xinya had a tinge of satisfaction in her eyes. “How can such a small hidden zip catch my finger?”

Saying which, she couldn’t help but giggle.

Si Yiyan looked at her as she put on her accessories with an arrogant smile. “Little imp!”

Did she think that he didn’t see through her trick?

“Teehee!” Wen Xinya smiled victoriously as she sat down on the sofa and perched her legs up. “Help me put on my shoes.”

Si Yiyan got down on one knee on the carpet, removed the black heels from her feet, and put on a pair of red heels for her.

The elegant and smooth lines of the heels enhanced the curves of her jade-like feet.

***

Wen Xinya opened the curtains. The makeup artist and stylist were ready.

Si Yiyan sat on the sofa and watched.

“We’re rather tight on time, so I won’t do any complicated hairdo. Missy’s hair quality is great—how about we do a simple bun?” The stylist stood behind Wen Xinya, observed closely, and verbalized her thoughts.

She had the model face of a beauty with a flawless shape as well as an extremely fine aura. A bun suited her very well.

“I’ll do it!”

Si Yiyan walked up to Wen Xinya’s back and combed her long hair with his skinny fingers. He moved with dexterity and finished the bun in five minutes.

The vintage, elegant, and graceful ancient bun got rid of Wen Xinya’s sharpness and added a humble and reserved kind of beauty to her.

Even the stylist was stunned.

Wen Xinya looked at her reflection in the mirror and said with a tender smile, “Your bunning skills are getting better—you’re costing the stylist her livelihood.”

Ever since Si Yiyan requested for her to bun up her hair, she had already very rarely let her hair down.

He would mostly bun up her hair for her. Occasionally, when he was busy, she would do it herself.

Si Yiyan’s fingers brushed across her ears gently. “Practice makes perfect!”

As she would be wearing a mask later, she only put on makeup for her eyes and lips. The entire makeup process was completed in ten minutes.

Very quickly, people under Si Yiyan sent the stylist and makeup artist away. In the spacious limousine, only Wen Xinya and Si Yiyan remained. Space which seemed crammed just now instantly became empty.

Wen Xinya’s heartbeat suddenly hastened.

From the time she met Si Yiyan to them falling in love and treasuring each other, almost ten years had passed.

In this world, there were not many relationships that could last through ten years of trials and tribulations without the constraints of marriage.

In this relationship, she had given the courage of two lifetimes.

And he had given his unwavering obsession.

“Darling, do you know why ancient women bun up their hair after they got married?” Si Yiyan’s smile deepened as the fine lines beside his eyes lengthened in joy.

Wen Xinya murmured, “Yup!”

She had learned ancient literature from Grampy—how could she not know of such stuff?

Si Yiyan looked at her with a profound gaze.

She said in a low voice, “Bunning up hair symbolizes loyalty, only belonging to one man in this lifetime.”

Ancient people felt that hair represented life and was the spirit of one’s body.

Married women bunned up their hair as a sign of hiding their passion, only to show them to their husbands.

Si Yiyan smiled, lifted her chin, and looked down at her, wanting to kiss her.

Wen Xinya turned away, avoiding his kiss. A refreshing smile broke out on her charming red lips. “Stop fooling around. Otherwise, I’ll hold you accountable if my makeup is ruined.”

Actually, she was most worried that Si Yiyan wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

Si Yiyan looked slightly helplessly at the charming red lips right in front of him, considering if he should use brute force. Just then, the car jerked and sounds could be heard from the outside.

“Missy, we’ve arrived!”

Si Yiyan’s face instantly darkened.

Wen Xinya giggled non-stop as she leaned towards his ears and whispered, “I guess you definitely need some time to ‘resolve’ your personal issue. I’ll go ahead with Liu Yanhua first.” Following that, she opened her mouth and gently bit on his neck near his artery. Feeling him tremble, she sneered and said, “Don’t let me wait too long.”

She then put on her mask, opened the door of the car charmingly, and alighted.

Her extremely alluring skirt brushed across the car door seductively.

Si Yiyan glanced at the huge tent pitched between his legs, touched his forehead, leaned on the sofa, and couldn’t help but start laughing resignedly and blissfully.

“Little girl is really too imprudent!”