Chapter 15 Do you like your brother that much?

Jiang Wang stood up, bypassed the crowd, and walked out with an air of indifference.

Si Yuanchong nodded to his brother and followed behind him.

Song Yan stood still, without moving.

Si Yuan walked past him, carrying a faint scent of gardenias, which she must have picked up from the balcony earlier.

In Song Yan's twenty-four years of life, this was the first time that Si Yuan had bypassed him and followed someone else.

Over the years, Song Yan had thought about it many times: Si Yuan would eventually get married and would be his brother and sister for life. He told himself that was normal.

However, when she stopped seeing him as her only direction and followed someone else, at that moment, the neat arrangement in Song Yan's mind seemed to be violently shattered.

Over the past five years, he has sent people to London to see her so many times.

Nobody said she had a boyfriend.

But why, suddenly...

Lin Shuangyu took Song Yan's hand and said sarcastically, "Your sister is actually quite capable; she even managed to get into Young Master Jiang's car."

Song Yan glanced at her face and asked, "If you hadn't insisted on calling her, she wouldn't have sat down."

Lin Shuangyu was stunned.

Is Song Yan blaming her for this?

"Ayan, what's wrong?"

Song Yan withdrew his gaze and walked out, saying, "Xiao Yuan doesn't like those kinds of occasions, so let's not invite her anymore."

Lin Shuangyu didn't know what was making Song Yan angry.

Doesn't he also dislike Si Yuan?

What a shameless ingrate! The Song family adopted her, and she still ungratefully fell in love with Song Yan.

Back in high school, Song Yan had clearly stated his stance on this matter.

At the time, he simply said two words indifferently.

"ridiculous."

Yes, how could Song Yan get angry at himself because of someone as ridiculous as Si Yuan?

Lin Shuangyu told himself that it was impossible.

——

Jiang Wang got into the car and told the driver to start driving.

The car was dimly lit. Si Yuan leaned against the other side of the window, watching the light and shadow flash past outside.

The blue light and shadow resembled a long, transparent ribbon, swirling and flowing across Si Yuan's face.

Unconsciously, Si Yuan's fingertips dug deep into her wrist.

Pain became her instinct to maintain her consciousness.

Too much happened tonight.

The way Song Yan looked at her, Lin Shuangyu's words, Song's mother's probing and distrust... every word and every glance plunged her back into a surging abyss of pain.

Her bipolar disorder flared up again.

On countless nights like this, she was unable to save herself and could only hurt herself while waiting for the devastating emotions to subside.

Suddenly, a warm hand gripped her wrist and twisted it.

The next second, his fingers intertwined with hers.

Si Yuan looked at Jiang Wang.

His gaze fell on the several red marks on his wrist, some new and some old.

Si Yuan then realized that she had forgotten to pull her sleeves down.

Jiang Wang frowned, his usually roguish eyes reddening in the dim light: "Doesn't it hurt?"

The aftereffects of the alcohol suddenly surged up at this moment, shattering all her restraint.

Si Yuan didn't answer, but instead leaned forward slightly, almost touching his chest, following the dizziness.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a broken, bewildered expression, and asked softly, "Are you heartbroken?"

"Um."

Si Yuan smiled, her eyes slightly glazed with a hint of moisture, as if coated with a fragile layer of icing sugar.

"Jiang Wang, you are the first person to care about me, just like back then."

She sat back down and distanced herself again.

Actually, I owe you a thank you.

Jiang Wang looked at her intently: "Si Yuan, next time you're sad, don't hurt yourself again."

Si Yuan's smile faltered, and the confusion in her eyes deepened. "Then what can I do?"

She tried to endure it, tried to bear it, but when emotions surged up, only physical pain could bring her to a slightly clearer state of mind.

She couldn't find any other way out.

Jiang Wang didn't say anything more, but suddenly reached out and hugged her waist, pulling her close.

He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against her ear, and with one hand he raised the barrier.

And his heart was beating very, very fast.

"Then kiss me, and I'll teach you how to forget."

Si Yuan suddenly froze, and the drunkenness in her eyes dissipated.

She instinctively looked away, but through the rear window, she could vaguely see the familiar car following behind, and the older brother in the white suit inside.

Among so many people, some tested her, some mocked her, and some ignored her.

Actually, only Jiang Wang wouldn't bully her.

Jiang Wang was always fair to them, at least in terms of physical relations.

Jiang Wang glanced back following her gaze, then turned back, gently rubbing her cheek with his fingertips, his tone tinged with patience.

“If you look at him again, I’ll turn around right now and run over that scumbag couple…”

Before he could finish speaking, Si Yuan suddenly tilted her head back and pressed her lips to his.

Jiang Wang's domineering desire, coupled with her unreasonable behavior, made her quite sexy.

Jiang Wang was stunned.

Sure enough, once you mention him, you're willing to do anything.

Si Yuan felt that one kiss was enough, so she prepared to back off.

But the hand around her waist tightened suddenly, and the other hand released from her palm and clasped behind her head.

To deepen, to become more intimate.

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he was extremely hungry.

He wished he could tear her apart and devour her whole.

Si Yuan felt suffocated, almost unable to breathe.

But this suffocating feeling of control actually made her feel relaxed at that moment.

The air in the carriage seemed to be on fire, leaving only the intertwined breaths of the two people and the neon lights outside the window that kept receding and blurring into a blur.

Her already confused thoughts, caused by bipolar disorder, were completely overwhelmed by this powerful and intense control.

No need to think about Song Yan's complicated gaze anymore, no need to remember Lin Shuangyu's sarcasm, and no need to ponder Song's mother's subtle probing under her gentle demeanor.

Jiang Wang's demands were like an impenetrable barrier, keeping out everything that caused her pain.

He didn't give her a chance to overthink; if she lost focus even for a moment, he would bite her neck.

The sharp teeth grazed the skin, carrying a hint of punitive warning.

"Focus."

Jiang Wang reluctantly let go only when they were almost there.

But even after releasing their lips, the two remained pressed tightly together.

Si Yuan glanced down.

She sensed him...

Just like before... I can still react at times like this.

Let go of me.

"Was it good?"

Si Yuan smiled through gritted teeth: "It's alright."

Jiang Wang was too lazy to expose her, so he suddenly pulled her head down and pressed it against his forehead, saying in a deep voice, "Don't let me see any more injuries on your arm."

When he gets serious, his tone can be quite intimidating.

Si Yuan nodded obediently.

She looks obedient, even a little timid and incompetent, but she's wild at heart.

During the six months she spent with Jiang Wang, he was able to protect her well without her having to show his face.

Si Yuan wanted to be able to protect herself, so she learned from Jiang Wang's sharp edge.

She liked to smoke Jiang Wang's cigarettes, drink Jiang Wang's wine, and sit in Jiang Wang's lap while saying that she wanted Lin Shuangyu to die.

Jiang Wang asked her, "Are you sure?"

She knew Jiang Wang would really do it, and then she suddenly realized her mistake and became the obedient and timid Si Yuan.

In this world, only Jiang Wang has ever seen the real her.

Because his bad behavior was all nurtured by her, and he was even crazier than her, she was not afraid of or disgusted with herself.

Si Yuan surprisingly found the sense of security and belonging she once had with Jiang Wang.

The car stopped, and Song Yan's car also stopped next to it.

Song Yan got out of the car, straightened his buttons, and walked straight here.

Si Yuan's eyes widened slightly as she pushed Jiang Wang away, somewhat flustered.

"My brother's here! Let me go!"

"The glass is one-sided."

What if he tries to open the door?

"Why are you so afraid? Maybe they were playing even wilder than us on the way here."

Si Yuan said coldly, "My brother isn't that kind of person."

Jiang Wang glanced sideways and chuckled lightly.

There was a clear hint of mockery in his eyes.

"You like your brother that much?"

Si Yuan spoke frankly: "He just doesn't like me, which doesn't mean he's not a good older brother."

"You're such a spineless coward to everyone except me."

Si Yuan was too lazy to argue with him.

If we don't separate now, it will be too late.

Song Yanlian ignored Lin Shuangyu and went straight to pick up Si Yuan.

He knocked on the window, signaling the driver to open the door.

The driver unlocked the door, and Song Yan pulled it open.