Chapter 41: The Si Family's Second Young Master

Shen Lan also saw the car.

He remembered that BMW; it was his second brother-in-law Si Han's.

But, but, why wasn't he getting out of the car to greet him, but instead seemed to want to hit him!!!

No, it wasn't "seemed."

Si Han was definitely trying to hit him!

Through the car window, he saw Si Han's arrogant and playful gaze, carrying cruelty, carrying ruthlessness.

Crazy, Si Han was crazy.

Shen Lan was practically scared to the point of wetting himself, but it was already too late to dodge; those black tires were already before his eyes in an instant.

Shen Lan fainted again.

Si Han only honked the horn once, not even getting out of the car.

Trash like Shen Lan was simply not worthy.

Wang Shu opened the main gate, then dragged Shen Lan away like a dead dog, letting the Second Young Master drive the car into the courtyard.

Si Rong happened to be running down from the second floor; seeing her second brother walk in safe and sound, she finally felt a weight lift from her heart.

Just a moment ago, she had been so afraid her second brother would be impulsive and ruin his own life for a piece of trash like Shen Lan.

"Second Brother,"

Si Han habitually ruffled her hair as he entered the door; this was a habit of the teenage Si Han.

"Silly girl, have you made up your mind to divorce?"

Her second brother had always had a firecracker temper and rarely had such gentle moments; Si Rong felt a sting in her nose.

Afraid that making a sound would lead to sobbing, Si Rong nodded.

"Second Brother will help you."

Si Han used to be a notoriously bad kid in this area; any kid who wanted to act up had been taught a lesson by him, and he was also the one among the three Si Family children who got beaten the most.

There was still a belt at home specifically for Father Si to beat Si Han with.

He had his own methods.

Si Han smiled gently again and said to his little sister, "Be good, go upstairs and wait."

Once Si Rong went upstairs, his expression instantly turned cold.

He loosened his tie with one hand, took off his cufflinks, and ordered, "Wang Shu, bring that thing at the entrance inside!"

... When Shen Lan woke up, he was at..., in a place he didn't know either.

It was pitch black all around, his head was splitting with pain, his body was alternating between hot and cold, and his throat felt as if it contained a razor blade, painful and restless. He opened his eyes wide and stared for a long while, but still couldn't tell where he was.

What was going on?

Before he fainted in the heavy rain, what he had imagined in his mind was that he would wake up at the Si Family, and Si Rong would surely be by his side, heartbroken and tearful.

How could it be pitch black?

He tentatively reached out his hands, only to discover that both of his hands were tied behind his back.

This was... had he been kidnapped?!

Who would dare to kidnap him at the entrance of the Si Family!

That's right, in the territory of Huaiyang, besides the Si Family, who else would dare?

After his eyes adjusted for a while, Shen Lan finally saw clearly that he was in a room.

It was very empty.

In over a decade, he had never seen such a room in the Si Family.

Wait?

Shen Lan widened his eyes and saw a person.

A person he had never quite been able to understand.

The Si Family's second young master, Si Han.

Actually, when he had just married Si Rong, he felt that of the two brothers in the Si Family, the second brother was easier to talk to.

After all, the eldest brother always kept a straight face, while the second brother Si Han was always smiling, looking extremely kind.

It wasn't until the second year of their marriage, when they were returning home by chance, that a mad dog on the side of the road suddenly lunged at Si Rong.

Si Han held a steel pipe in one hand and smashed it fiercely against the mad dog, one blow after another.

He didn't stop until the mad dog was beaten into a bloody mess, and from beginning to end, he had been smiling.

But ever since then, Shen Lan always felt that his smile didn't reach his eyes.

Shen Lan felt that if it had been a person who lunged at Si Rong that day, Si Han would have also smashed that person to death with that same smiling expression.

Therefore, he had been even better to Si Rong ever since.

"Awake?" Si Han sat upright on a grandmaster chair in the center of the room, his long legs slightly spread.

Even if he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, Shen Lan could imagine that Si Han must have that signature half-smile on his face right now.

"Se-, Second Brother," Shen Lan said with a fawning smile.

Slap—

Suddenly, a gust of wind flashed before him; Shen Lan dodged in a panic by instinct, and a dagger grazed his eye and stabbed into the armrest of the wooden chair he was tied to.

Just a fraction of an inch more, and that dagger would have been plunged into his eye.

Did Si Han know what he was doing?

Did he want to turn the Deputy County Magistrate of Huaiyang into a blind man!

A foul, fishy stench began to spread throughout the empty, pitch-black room.

"What did you call me?" Si Han toyed with the dagger in his hand, his tone extremely gentle.

Just as when they first met, this Second Young Master of the Si Family, radiating an air of nobility, had gently told him that he must remember to treat his little sister well, otherwise...

It seemed that now was the time for that unfinished "otherwise."

Shen Lan's brain raced in terror, knowing that Si Han must loathe him to the extreme right now.

He was not allowed to call him Second Brother.

"Si, Second Young Master Si," Shen Lan said, his attitude becoming much more upright and respectful.

But.

Swish—

Another dagger flew toward him, this time grazing past his right hand.

Si Rong had once said that his well-defined right hand was the most beautiful, naturally that of a talented scholar meant for holding a brush.

The dagger clattered to the ground, and Shen Lan felt his scalp go numb at the sound.

"Do you know why I invited you here today?" Si Han asked again in a soft, gentle voice.

Shen Lan had a rough idea in his heart.

But he truly could not accept divorcing Si Rong.

This Second Young Master of the Si Family had always been arrogant, with his eyes set above his head; he surely did not understand what kind of existence he was to Si Rong.

If Si Rong was a gorgeous rose, then he was the nutrients.

How could a fresh flower be separated from its nourishment?

For Si Han to be so headstrong was not being good to Si Rong, but harming her.

If she left him, Si Rong, this rose, would surely wither very quickly!

"Second Young Master, please enlighten me," Shen Lan said, trembling with fear.

This time, no knife was thrown.

Just as Shen Lan finally let out a sigh of relief, he saw the person sitting in the high seat slowly walk over.

A swallow-white custom suit, crisp dress trousers, and finally, what came into Shen Lan's view were a pair of polished leather shoes.

Si Han stood before him, his brows and eyes haughty, and used one hand to hold the dagger and lift his chin.

"No, you guess. Guess why I invited you here? There is a reward if you guess correctly; as for guessing wrong, well,"

The icy cold dagger slid all the way from his chin to the position of Shen Lan's heart.