His Little Rose, A Bit Wild

A depressed and aloof landscape designer, and a dissolute scion (a 'second male lead' who became a home-invading type of lover).

As soon as Si Yuan returned to the country, she learne...

Chapter 123 Depressive Tendencies

Chapter 123 Depressive Tendencies

After trying on the wedding dress, Jiang Wang took a picture of it and sent it to his mother.

She insisted on watching, and Jiang Wang finally gave in to her nagging.

My daughter-in-law is so beautiful!

Oh my god, I went to Old Zhao's wedding banquet yesterday, and I was so envious!

When we hold our own event, won't they be even more envious of us?

Jiang Wang could feel his mother's excitement even through the screen; it was like celebrating the New Year.

He put away his phone, saw Si Yuan come out, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Si Yuan nodded.

It turns out that getting married isn't just about wearing one wedding dress. There are several different types of outfits, such as toast dresses, indoor and outdoor dresses, and we didn't decide on them all until noon.

Jiang Wang stood up and led her outside: "Come on, let's eat."

——

Song Yan suddenly received a message from the wedding dress shop.

Six months ago, he took Lin Shuangyu there to try on wedding dresses and bought them, but they hadn't picked them up yet. The store manager asked Song Yan when he would go to pick them up.

When Song Yan thought of that wedding dress, he didn't think of Lin Shuangyu.

Instead, it is the will of the lord.

He was drunk at the time, and that was the phone call he made to Si Yuan.

Song Yan asked her at the time, "Do you like this kind of wedding dress?"

She never said whether she liked it or not.

If he doesn't like it, then he won't like it either.

Change it to one she likes.

Back then, I had already imagined that the person wearing that wedding dress was Si Yuan.

That's ridiculous.

Why was I unclear about what I wanted when I was nineteen, and still the same at twenty-three? If I had discovered it even a little earlier, I wouldn't be in this situation now.

If only I hadn't walked away on that rainy night.

If only they hadn't ignored her for five years abroad in an attempt to avoid her.

As long as you don't take away the necklace she likes...

There are many things that shouldn't be done.

Otherwise, Si Yuan would not have gone to Jiang Wang.

Whether it was to spite herself or because she had truly fallen for Jiang Wang, she was currently in his arms.

Song Yan truly felt the pain that Si Yuan had once endured.

That feeling of watching the person you like be with someone else, and being powerless to do anything about it.

Song Yan's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was aching. A few days ago, his family doctor came and prescribed him sedatives, but they didn't help much.

The doctor said that if Song Yan continues like this, he will have a certain tendency towards depression.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingfang paused for a moment, then smiled noncommittally.

"How could that be? Ayan has been sensible since he was a child, has a stable personality, and has never suffered any hardship. How could he be depressed?"

Song Yan was too lazy to think about whether his mother was right or wrong.

He only knew that he was in great pain, and that Si Yuan must be in even greater pain.

Someone pushed the door open and came in. Song Yan thought it was Yu Qingfang again, but when he looked over, he didn't expect it to be Song Guotao.

Song Guotao looked at him with a disappointed expression.

"Don't tell me you became like this for Siyuan."

Song Yan remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

Song Guotao closed his eyes, wondering what bad luck he had. One of his children had finished causing trouble, and now the other was starting up right after.

"What kind of image is it when everyone's getting involved in these kinds of inappropriate relationships?"

Song Yan looked up and emphasized, "She's no longer my sister."

"That won't do either!"

"On what grounds?"

"Si Yuan doesn't like you right now."

"She doesn't truly like Jiang Wang."

"Song Yan, in your current state, how can you possibly fight Jiang Wang?"

Song Yan fell silent again.

His father saw through him perfectly, and with just one sentence, he silenced him completely.

From any perspective, he is no match for Jiang Wang.

The person he liked was taken away by Jiang Wang, and he couldn't even fight with him.

No one knows a son better than his father, and Song Guotao knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Even if you were to fight that guy from the Jiang family, you might not be able to beat him."

That's right.

Song Yan had hardly ever uttered a single vulgar word since he was a child.

Jiang Wang was ruthless since high school, and had crippled several people from outside the school.

Song Yan closed his eyes, losing all desire to speak with his father.

"Fortunately, the Songgang project is still in hand. You should seize this opportunity to deepen your cooperation with the Jiang family."

Song Yan opened his eyes and then remembered these important matters.

"If the Song family rises in status, you will have the leverage to compete with Jiang Wang."

Song Yan realized that his father was trying to provoke him, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that there was nothing wrong with it.

Being depressed all the time won't help.

Moreover, it's still unknown what Lin Shuangyu intends to do to Si Yuan.

"I understand, I'll go to the company this afternoon."

——

Jiang Wang had just finished having dinner with Si Yuan and was about to go home when his phone rang.

He clicked on it and saw a message from Song Yan.

He never sent me a message.

It consists of only two simple sentences.

[Please apologize to Si Yuan on my behalf. My mother did something wrong to her. She released Lin Shuangyu, but I will definitely send her back to prison.]

The second sentence followed immediately.

Let's talk about the Songgang project sometime.

Jiang Wang looked at the two messages and smiled.

First of all, what's the point of your apology going through so many hands?

If your mother truly knows she was wrong, she should apologize herself.

I do not intend to cooperate on the Songgang project because I have serious doubts about your company's business acumen.

As Song Yan read the message, his eyes grew colder.

Jiang Wang knew perfectly well that Yu Qingfang would not apologize to Si Yuan.

The withdrawal of investment from the Songgang project at this time is tantamount to adding insult to injury for the Song family.

Seeing that Song Yan did not reply, Jiang Wang revealed a mocking smile as expected.

I thought he had finally stood up for himself.

——

Song Yan immediately turned around and called his mother.

"Apologize to Si Yuan."

Yu Qingfang found it incomprehensible: "What did I do wrong? I raised her for more than ten years, is it not worth letting Lin Shuangyu go?"

“Apologize, or I will no longer participate in anything related to the Song family.”

Yu Qingfang was struck dumb by the threat posed by her own son.

"Are you... trying to drive me crazy?"

Song Yan remained silent.

At this moment, Yu Qingfang realized that Song Yan also exuded a similar sense of pressure as her husband.

"I said, is that not enough?"

Anyway, if Si Yuan really forgives herself, she can get closer to the Jiang family, which would be a win-win situation.

But after what happened last time, things got so tense, Si Yuan definitely wouldn't want to see him again.

"I'll go to the capital tonight to see Si Yuan."

Yu Qingfang had no choice but to agree.

Faced with the Song family's interests, her pride wasn't that important.

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't care whether she accepts it or not."

Song Yan: "Don't worry, because I will go with you to apologize to her."

Yu Qingfang suddenly became anxious, worried for her son.

"You didn't do anything wrong, so why should you apologize to her?"

Song Yan didn't say anything and hung up the phone directly.

Then he sent a message to Jiang Wang.

Let's solve the first problem first.

I will have my mother apologize to Si Yuan regarding Lin Shuangyu's matter.