Chapter 211 She Likes His Body

Just before hanging up, Fang Yan still asked, unwilling to give up, "You...aren't you going to retaliate?"

Jiang Wang was taken aback.

Seeing her cry like that broke his heart, what could he possibly do to retaliate?

Jiang Wang didn't want to continue the topic: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm hanging up."

Si Yuan was feeling a bit better now. Just as she was about to get up, the person outside pushed the door open and came in.

Having lived together day and night, Jiang Wang knew what kind of temperature she liked when she was feeling unwell—slightly hot water and the scent of citrus—so he brought all of that with him.

But once Jiang Wang calmed down, he resumed his cold and indifferent expression. Si Yuan was inexplicably afraid to speak and obediently took the water glass and took a sip.

Jiang Wang had no intention of leaving and sat down on the rattan chair by the bed.

Si Yuan kept her head down and didn't look at him.

"When...can I leave?"

Jiang Wang looked at her and asked, "You're not feeling bad anymore, so the first thing you want to do is leave again?"

Si Yuan then looked up and met his gaze, hesitating to speak.

That makes it sound like she's an ungrateful woman.

“I didn’t.” She lowered her gaze again, took a deep breath, and said, “You’re the one who said you hate me.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang retorted, "Then tell me, between the two of us, who is more hateful?"

His voice was very low, falling into the air with an indescribable heaviness.

“You just ran away like that, and five years have passed without a single word, and still…”

She also had a child with Song Yan.

But the second half of the sentence got stuck in Jiang Wang's throat, as if something was blocking it, and he couldn't say it no matter what.

He stared at her drooping eyelashes, the unspoken words hidden in the darkness in his eyes.

Si Yuan's fingertips twitched slightly as she gripped the bed sheet beneath her.

She didn't look up or answer; the room was so quiet you could hear each other breathing.

The air was filled with the scent of citrus mixed with a faint medicinal smell, and a somewhat indescribable, lingering pull.

Jiang Wang's gaze suddenly fell back onto the bruise on her neck.

It was Ji Song who did it just now.

His brows furrowed instantly, and he stood up and took a step.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang approaching, Si Yuan froze and instinctively shrank back.

With nowhere left to retreat, Jiang Wang's hand had already gripped her shoulder.

The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an undeniable seriousness as it said, "Don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down.

The shadow fell, carrying with it a faint, familiar scent that made Si Yuan's breath catch in her throat.

Warm breath brushed against her earlobe, her eyelashes trembled violently, and the tips of her fingers gripping the sheets turned white.

She wanted to turn her head away, but the words of resistance stuck in her throat. In the end, she realized that there was no need for her to dodge anymore, so she closed her eyes resignedly.

The citrus scent in the air suddenly seemed stronger, so sweet it made my fingertips tingle.

But the anticipated contact never came.

Only one deep gaze fell upon the wound on her neck.

Si Yuan's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze immediately meeting his unfathomable eyes.

Si Yuan belatedly realized that she had been presumptuous, and her cheeks flushed red.

Jiang Wang was unaware, his gaze still fixed on that bluish-purple patch.

Does it hurt?

She shrank further under the covers, her voice soft and gentle: "It's alright."

"You're still okay after all this?"

Jiang Wang was both angry and anxious. He leaned closer and breathed on the bluish-purple area with his warm breath.

She flinched suddenly.

In an instant, Si Yuan felt a fine itch on the back of her neck, and her heartbeat became erratic, so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Jiang Wang paused, noticing the moment his fingertips touched her skin.

He realized what was happening, but he didn't say anything because he couldn't see through it.

He straightened up, turned around to get the ointment from the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and dabbed a little of the transparent ointment on his fingertip.

When he turned back, he deliberately stood very close to Si Yuan, his knees against the edge of the bed, almost encircling her in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and focused intently on applying the medicine to her skin, his fingertips feeling slightly cool as they brushed against her skin.

Their breaths mingled, the sweet scent of ointment mingling with the faint smell of medicine in the air, creating an ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to define.

Jiang Wang's gaze unconsciously fell on her slightly pursed lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed again, his gaze gradually darkened, and he slowly bent down.

Si Yuan knew what he wanted to do.

I also know that I don't actually dislike doing this.

Just as their noses were about to touch, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

Si Yuan recoiled as if she had been burned.

Jiang Wang paused, the dark undercurrent in his eyes instantly receding, replaced by a hint of disappointment.

Both of them moved somewhat hastily; one had his head down, and the other had his back to the door. The warmth that had just begun to rise in the air dissipated instantly.

Jiang Wang was very satisfied with Si Yuan's reaction.

Regardless, she liked her kisses and her body.

It was the same five years ago.

Jiang Wang was quite proud.

He straightened up and casually pulled the blanket up for her.

Then the door was pushed open, and the secretary led the doctor to the doorway, respectfully saying, "President Jiang, the doctor has arrived."

Jiang Wang got up and asked the doctor to apply the medicine.

Si Yuan had regained some strength by this time and was able to sit up on her own.

The doctor pricked Si Yuan's finger with a lancet to take a sample, and it still hurt a little. Si Yuan hissed softly.

Jiang Wang stood to the side, his brows furrowing again.

"Is there anything else going on with her?"

The doctor did a simple test with a few test strips and concluded, "It's just a simple sedative. You need to drink plenty of water and keep the room well-ventilated. You'll recover soon."

Jiang Wang nodded and saw Si Yuan sitting there holding her fingers, looking rather pitiful.

Song Yan sat in the car for hours without moving.

The image of Jiang Wang carrying Si Yuan away kept replaying in her mind, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making her extremely panicked.

He couldn't resist and called Si Yuan.

Even if he stole those five years, even if he had long anticipated this day would come, he was unwilling to let it end like this.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

Song Yan's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Yuan, how are you? Is anything bothering you?"

Instead of the familiar soft voice coming from the receiver, Jiang Wang's deep voice, with a hint of nonchalant coolness, was heard.

"She's fine."

Song Yan felt a chill run through his body, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and he instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It is Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang was still holding Si Yuan's phone.

Song Yan took a deep breath, barely managing to steady his voice and try to make his tone sound calm: "I've come to bring her medicine; I've already prepared the ones she usually uses..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wang interrupted him with a light laugh.

The laughter carried a hint of sarcasm, and an undisguised disgust upon learning of the shady dealings between Song Yan and Ji Song.

"Don't you have a trash can nearby?" Jiang Wang's voice was filled with coldness. "Or do you think I need your medicine?"

"Song Yan, do you think no one will know what you've done?"

"Do you think everyone can be fooled by you?"

A single sentence, seemingly casual, yet each word pierced the heart, completely shattering Song Yan's last shred of confidence.