My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 1

In the grand banquet hall, dazzling crystal chandeliers cast a blinding light.

I want to call off the engagement, Si An said, his voice calm yet resolute.

Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried clearly through the suddenly silent hall, audible even to the softest breath.

All eyes were on them Father and Mother Si, their faces shifting between shock and anger Wen He, stunned into silence and the numerous guests, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

The cold white light streamed down from above, illuminating Si An’s luxurious pale gold hair. His gaze fixed on Wen He’s neck, where several glaring red kiss marks were brazenly displayed, with no attempt to conceal them.

Those glaring marks were a stark, undeniable mockery of Si An.

Father and Mother Wen’s faces were now terrifyingly pale. Father Wen frowned deeply, shooting Wen He a fierce glare.

Mother Wen gripped her wine glass tightly, her long, red nails reflecting against its surface. The smile that had been on her face vanished without a trace.

The grand and lavish engagement banquet now felt like an over-packaged joke.

Noticing his parents’ reactions, Wen He pressed his lips together but showed no sign of backing down. He merely averted his gaze, turning to Si An before him and opening his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse.

Si An…

Everything that had happened last night was an accident, he could explain.

He had indeed wronged Si An, but only Si An.

However, before Wen He could finish speaking, Si An interrupted him without hesitation.

Shut up.

The fiancé, arriving late and bearing the unmistakable marks of betrayal, the gazes of the numerous guests, and the low murmurs of conversation.

Any other time would have been fine—even informing him just a day in advance wouldn’t have constituted a breach of contract, nor would it have upset him.

But no, he had to arrive on the very day of the engagement banquet, late, disheveled, and wearing that apologetic expression.

Disgusting.

Si An stood there, his back ramrod straight, his jaw clenched tight, refusing to listen any further. He raised his hand, cutting off Wen He’s words without ceremony, and stared directly into his eyes as he spoke again.

Wen He, I’m telling you, I want to break off our engagement.

Wen He stared fixedly at the radiant Omega across from him—his childhood friend and fiancé. He took a deep breath.

I’m sorry, Si An. I didn’t mean to humiliate you.

Please, just let me explain…

Si An didn’t interrupt again. Another interruption would be impolite and petty.

He merely averted his gaze, listening to Wen He’s explanation while considering the other candidates for his fiancé.

First, Leng Xue was ruled out. As a snake himself, Si An preferred a furry, warm-bodied creature with a soft touch. That would make his nesting period more bearable.

Dozens of seconds passed. Seeing Si An’s continued refusal to meet his eyes, Wen He felt an overwhelming wave of guilt. He had clearly hurt Si An deeply.

As this realization sank in, Wen He’s voice gradually faded, his fists clenching tightly.

When the irritating voice finally stopped, Si An turned back, scrutinizing the face of his childhood friend once more.

It was a cliché, melodramatic plot a one-night stand, a high school reunion, a drunken mistake, mistaking him for someone else.

Si An offered no judgment on what had happened to Wen He, only a pang of regret for the custom-tailored suit he had specially commissioned from a designer.

It was the one he had chosen from hundreds of sketches, the one he was most satisfied with. To see it ruined like this was truly a shame.

With a soft sigh, Si An’s usually cold and aloof expression softened slightly, a hint of helplessness flickering in his eyes.

Wen He abruptly lifted his head, staring intently at Si An’s face.

But Si An didn’t say the words Wen He longed to hear. Instead, he said calmly, Wen He, before you leave, take off that suit. I’ll have someone take care of it.

The simple sentence carried a devastating weight.

Wen He’s face drained of color almost instantly, and the surrounding guests gasped audibly.

Yet Si An remained oblivious to his own cruelty, believing he was showing Wen He sufficient dignity.

As Si An surveyed the sea of bright, curious eyes around him, he suddenly found the situation absurdly comical.

The crystal chandelier overhead blazed too brightly, its glare blinding as Wen He stood on the high platform originally prepared for the ceremony.

Wen He’s lips parted, wanting to say something, but he felt utterly powerless.

A belated wave of humiliation washed over him. Si An was always like this—cold and inhuman.

Just moments ago, he had been Wen He’s fiancé. Now, he could casually instruct his staff to remember to remove the suit prepared for the engagement as they left.

A suit. It was just a suit.

Wen He’s eyes locked onto Si An’s, his lips pale, his gaze strangely unsettling.

Si An tilted his head slightly, meeting Wen He’s gaze, and suddenly smiled.

He hadn’t even settled accounts with Wen He for today’s humiliation.

Yet, judging by this look, the other man seemed to hold a grudge against him. But who was truly at fault here?

This wasn’t about betrayal it was about a profound humiliation, the discomfort of being violated.

No one had ever dared to treat a member of the Si Family this way, nor had any Alpha ever dared to treat him like this.

Not even if that person was his childhood friend, his savior, his fiancé.

Si An had never owed Wen He anything. The debt from his childhood rescue had long been repaid by the family, and over the years, he had consistently supported the Wen Family.

Si An had thought he could control Wen He, a loyal dog. But he had turned out to be an ungrateful wolf, impossible to tame.

It was true what they said the dogs that bite don’t bark.

Si An gazed at Wen He’s face, his lake-like eyes fixed on Wen He’s reddened eyes and pale lips.

The man who had once been so familiar now seemed utterly foreign.

Wen He’s gaze remained stubbornly fixed on Si An, his expression a mix of confusion and barely concealed anger and resentment.

Si An lifted his gaze to meet Wen He’s, his words falling like ice, striking Wen He’s face

You fucking dog.

Seeing Wen He’s eyes widen in shock and disbelief, Si An repeated, confirming his words

I said, Wen He, you fucking dog.

The casual words hung in the air, silencing the entire banquet hall.

The guests, who had already gasped repeatedly, now gasped again, even Father and Mother Si, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines.

Almost everyone’s eyes widened momentarily, their pupils trembling as they stared at Si An.

Had he just… cursed?

Had such vulgar words truly slipped from those elegant, pale pink lips?

For a moment, the guests were too stunned to react, staring in disbelief at Si An’s face.

Father Si and Mother Si exchanged a glance, then simultaneously smiled with relief.

Si An tilted his chin slightly, his eyes slanting upward with a nearly contemptuous gaze at Wen He. His expression seemed to scream Even if I insult, bully, and humiliate you, what can you possibly do about it?

The handsome, golden-haired Omega stood tall, his height nearly matching that of an average Alpha. At close to 1.8 meters, his lithe frame, broad shoulders, and long legs exuded a presence even more imposing than Wen He’s, who stood half a head taller.

His features weren’t the deeply chiseled Western type, but rather resembled a classical Eastern ink painting—delicate, sparse strokes that captured his essence perfectly. Yet within that simplicity lay a unique charm. His eyes were particularly striking, their irises shimmering between blue and cyan, like a misty, rain-threatening sky or moonlight-rippled lake water in a forest. His long, golden hair cascaded over his shoulders like luxurious silk.

His voice, though soft, carried with crystal clarity. The clear, crisp tone fell upon the ear like jade beads dropping onto a plate.

Now. Immediately. Vanish from my sight.