Chapter 199 He Kissed Her

Song Yan's breathing became rapid, as if he had been forced to the edge of a cliff.

He was unwilling to give up, pressing her with questions one by one, as if trying to dig an answer out of her.

Why does Jiang Wang's appearance always disrupt his and his sister's lives again?

What exactly is wrong with him?

He didn't overstep any boundaries, didn't force her to accept him, and didn't beg for her love. He just wanted to stay with her like he did when they were children.

He could love and cherish even Lian Siyuan's child and Jiang Wang's child as if they were his own, so why...?

Why does Si Yuan still care so much about Jiang Wang?

Or has he simply stopped liking himself?

These concerns and favoritisms clearly belonged to him before.

But why is it that no matter what I do, I can't go back?

Si Yuan was taken aback by his sudden questioning and looked at him blankly.

For the past five years, Song Yan has remained calm.

He seems to have turned back into the older brother he was before everything changed.

That really nice...brother.

Si Yuan tried her best to gradually suppress her disgust and defensiveness, and even hoped in her heart that he would become a better person and slowly find someone he truly liked...

But now, it seems he has returned to that time.

At that time, he suddenly kissed her.

Si Yuan flinched back in fear and was about to call out to Zhang Ma, who was resting upstairs.

Only then did Song Yan see the fear in her eyes.

As if suddenly awakened, he took a step back, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He blinked in surprise, then came to his senses.

He then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to."

But Si Yuan was still afraid of him.

Song Yan dared not approach any further.

He turned and left hastily, his steps so fast it was as if he were fleeing.

The air in the room only started to circulate again the moment the door closed.

Si Yuan slowly calmed down, and only after realizing what had happened did she realize that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Song Yan's gaze just now sent a chill down her spine.

But when she came to her senses, Si Yuan realized that this wasn't the most important thing right now.

Most importantly, apart from Song Yan, no one could testify to Lin Shuangyu's death many years ago.

If Song Yan could fabricate lies to prevent Jiang Wang from getting close to her, then five years ago, he might have fabricated the illusion that "Lin Shuangyu is dead" for some other purpose.

Did he... betray her again and protect Lin Shuangyu?

Si Yuan slowly clenched her fingers, her knuckles turning white.

She remembered the woman she had seen in the hospital five years ago.

His back view, figure, and even the way he walks are exactly the same as Lin Shuangyu's.

If Lin Shuangyu hadn't died...

That's hilarious.

How ironic.

She had finally gained Song Yansheng's trust, but had he lied to her again?

Si Yuan's gaze gradually darkened.

——

Si Yuan had just finished get off work that day and went to the underground parking garage when she saw Jiang Wang.

The dim light cast a long shadow of him. He leaned against the car door, a cigarette between his fingers, his features somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke.

She paused for a moment, then instinctively tried to walk around it, pretending not to see it.

"Si Yuan".

A deep, slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty garage.

She paused, but didn't turn around.

Jiang Wang extinguished his cigarette, slowly followed, and grabbed her arm.

As if there was no room for resistance, he only asked one question:

"Are you going to the port city?"

Si Yuan frowned and tried to break free, but he held her even tighter.

She frowned: "How did you know?"

Jiang Wang looked at her, his eyes reddening, as if all the emotions he had suppressed for a long time were surging up at this moment.

He smiled, but it looked worse than crying. "I admit it, I'm a bastard. I've got someone keeping an eye on you."

Si Yuan looked at Jiang Wang with slight surprise.

"What gives you the right?"

"Answer me now," Jiang Wang said without explaining, but asked again, "Are you planning to go to Hong Kong?"

Si Yuan looked at his reddened eyes and felt a pang of pain in her heart, yet she was also somewhat confused.

Why would Jiang Wang be so easily saddened now?

She closed her eyes, nodded, and said, "Yes, I'll go."

But after hearing her answer, Jiang Wang suddenly couldn't speak.

He remained silent, his entire body seemingly frozen, unable to move.

Si Yuan didn't understand: "Since you already found out, why are you asking me..."

Jiang Wang suddenly interrupted, his voice dry and hoarse: "So, you're trying to avoid me again, aren't you?"

"You fled from Haicheng to Nancheng, a thousand miles away, willing to give up your career. Now that you've seen me again, you plan to abandon me and flee to Gangcheng again. What about next time, Siyuan? If I go to Gangcheng again, where do you plan to run to?"

Si Yuan was slightly taken aback.

Does he think that he left because he was trying to escape from him?

She was about to explain when Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly reddened.

"You hate me that much? What...what did I do wrong to make you hate me so much? Five years ago, you left without a word, and I almost died. You tormented me to the point of despair...and now you're leaving again? Si Yuan, what did I do?!"

When Si Yuan saw Jiang Wang's tears falling, it felt as if a hole had been burned in her heart, and she panicked instantly.

"Jiang Wang, I'm not avoiding you. I went to Hong Kong because..."

I don't want to hear your excuses.

Jiang Wang didn't want to hear a single word.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Si Yuan's neck, his expression leaving no room for argument, and leaned down to kiss her.

...

Si Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, her body tensed instinctively, and she tried to back away, but Jiang Wang's arm was too strong, leaving her no way to avoid it.

The moment their lips touched, the temperature was scalding, carrying the coolness of his palm and the lingering scent of tobacco, along with a slight, uncontrollable tremor.

Five years have passed.

They were separated for five whole years.

Jiang Wang was like a drowning man grasping at a straw, his kiss urgent and desperate.

Yet, when he touched the softness between her lips and teeth, a hint of cautious vulnerability was revealed.

He missed her so much that his heart ached and he tossed and turned countless nights, unable to sleep.

This kiss was an expression of all his longing, resentment, and near-collapse from the past five years.

Slowly, Si Yuan's struggles gradually weakened.

Because she kissed his tears.

The salty and astringent taste mingled with the burning sensation on my lips and teeth, and probably even my own tears.

She was certainly sad.

How could I not feel wronged and desperate?

She was already very tired.

I'm too tired to fight back against someone I've never truly let go of.

The kiss lacked technique, only overwhelming emotion, weaving a dense net in the empty underground parking garage, trapping the two of them firmly.

Jiang Wang kissed her deeper and deeper until Si Yuan was almost out of breath, at which point he suddenly stopped and pulled away a little.

Si Yuan opened her eyes and looked at him.

Looking at the lingering moisture in his eyes and his almost pleading gaze, I felt as if my heart was filled with bitterness, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Wang lowered his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder, and asked her heavily, "What will I do if you leave this time?"