Chapter 219 It doesn't matter if I beat him to death

Jiang Wang kept his eyes tightly closed, letting her voice penetrate his ears. Guilt, excitement, and joy intertwined, creating a chaotic mess.

I still don't know what to do next.

Once her emotions had calmed down a bit, Si Yuan slowly turned her head to look at Fang Yan, who was standing at the door, looking completely lost.

Her voice was hoarse, filled with the exhaustion of crying: "What exactly is wrong with him? Has the doctor mentioned any specific treatment options?"

Fang Yan froze at the question, her eyes darting away, unable to meet Si Yuan's gaze. She stammered, "I... I forgot exactly what the doctor said. It was all medical jargon, and I don't remember it very well."

Fearing he might say something wrong, he quickly changed the subject, his tone somewhat persuasive: "However, you must be exhausted from traveling all the way from the south. Why don't you go back and find a place to rest?"

"Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as he wakes up!"

Si Yuan shook her head directly, her gaze returning to Jiang Wang's face, her tone firm: "I'm not going back, I'll wait for him to wake up here."

She held back her tears and continued, "I can't rest easy if I'm not there to watch over him in this condition."

Fang Yan was secretly worried and thought to himself: If you stay here guarding, the ancestor inside is really going to collapse.

If we get caught, we're doomed.

He forced himself to step forward and made up a seemingly reasonable excuse: "The doctor just came to check on me and specifically told me that I need to rest absolutely and no one can disturb me, otherwise it will affect my recovery."

Si Yuan paused, her fingertips tightened slightly, and she gripped Jiang Wang's hand even tighter, clearly still somewhat hesitant.

She remained silent for a few seconds, looking at Jiang Wang's pale face, and finally relented.

She slowly stood up and carefully tucked the blanket around Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wangxin almost jumped out of his skin.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement and heartache.

Si Yuan said, "Then I'll stay near the hospital. When he wakes up, you must tell me."

"Okay, definitely, I promise!"

Fang Yan quickly agreed, feeling a great sense of relief. He followed Si Yuan towards the door as if he were sending away a plague, watching her leave the ward, turning back to look at her every few steps.

Only after her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and gently close the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Jiang Wang, who was on the hospital bed, opened his eyes and sat up.

He grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it hard at Fang Yan.

"Fang Yan, you son of a bitch! How dare you lie to her?"

Fang Yan was prepared, and with a smile, he turned to the side to catch the pillow and casually tossed it back onto the bed.

He walked to the bedside and sat down, looking completely self-righteous: "If I didn't lie to her, would she come?"

Fang Yan looked at him, scrutinized him, and asked, "Just tell the truth, seeing how worried she was about you and how she came all the way from Nancheng to be with you, didn't you actually feel quite pleased?"

Jiang Wang was taken aback and remained silent.

Fang Yan paused, his tone tinged with self-deprecation: "Sigh, you don't know until you compare! If it were my Bai Lu, she might not be this upset if I were critically ill. You should be secretly happy."

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes, staring at the wrinkles on the sheet, his voice deep and devoid of any smile: "Not good."

"Seeing her cry makes me not happy at all."

He raised his hand and pressed his temples, feeling conflicted and agitated.

"And how do you plan to cover up this lie?"

Fang Yan tossed the pillow aside, leaned forward, and said seriously, "No matter how things turn out, let's calm her down first. The most important thing now is the two of you. Think carefully about how to smooth things over with her."

Jiang Wang leaned against the headboard, his expression dark and unreadable. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice: "Can we make up? She already has a child."

He knew Si Yuan too well; she wasn't the kind of person who could easily give up her child.

She has been raising her child alone in Nancheng for the past few years, and she must have suffered a lot. Her resilience and perseverance are something that neither men nor love can easily shake.

"But……"

Jiang Wang paused, then thought of Song Yan.

That person was full of ulterior motives; I wondered what he wanted to do with Si Yuan in conjunction with Lin Shuangyu.

Since we can't get Si Yuan to leave her brother, we'll use this method to keep her away temporarily.

"At this time, if I can let her return to the capital, at least I can guarantee her safety."

Fang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then understood what he meant.

Jiang Wang was worried about Si Yuan's safety.

He smiled meaningfully: "Isn't that enough? You still need to be a little wicked, like when you were eighteen. Don't think too much about the future, otherwise you won't be able to keep her. Don't worry, there's always a way out."

Fang Yan stood up and stretched. "I'll go buy you some food and keep an eye on Si Yuan while I'm at it."

After saying that, Fang Yan pushed open the door and went out.

The ward fell silent again. Jiang Wang lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

This was a risky move, even despicable, but he had no other choice.

He was willing to accept any means, even if it meant using deception, as long as he could keep Si Yuan by his side temporarily.

In Si Yuan's mind, he was already a bad person.

——

Si Yuan walked out of the inpatient building in a daze and sat down on a bench at the entrance.

She sat there for a long time, until the sun began to set, and still couldn't recover.

As autumn arrives in Beijing, the wind carries a chill.

The ginkgo leaves on both sides of the road have turned yellow and are falling with the wind.

An elderly couple with white hair walked past her, supporting each other. The old lady walked slowly, so the old man waited patiently and even reached out to straighten the scarf around her neck.

As Si Yuan watched that scene, she suddenly felt her eyes sting, and a huge, disorienting sense of loss and powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Is it true that people like her are destined to never find someone to spend their lives with?

She had seriously believed that Jiang Wang would be that person.

But Jiang Wang fell ill.

At that moment, she realized how much she loved him and how much she wanted to spend her life with him.

Si Yuan closed her eyes wearily, leaned back in her chair, and didn't know how to face what was to come.

...

In the evening, Si Yuan sat on that bench for more than three hours, feeling completely frozen, when her phone finally rang.

Si Yuan jumped up and hurriedly answered the phone.

"Hello?"

Fang Yan's voice came from the other end: "Si Yuan, Jiang Wang is awake, come up quickly."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Si Yuan hung up the phone and got up to go to the inpatient department.

After walking only a few steps, I realized my ankle was hurting terribly.

I sprained it around noon. I didn't notice it at the time, but it's already swollen now.

But Si Yuan couldn't care less about herself at the moment and could only grit her teeth and walk towards the elevator.

They arrived at Jiang Wang's ward quickly.

Pushing open the door, the ward was dimly lit, and Jiang Wang was leaning against the headboard.

Hearing the door open, he subconsciously looked up and saw Si Yuan standing in the doorway, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.

Si Yuan slowly walked over, stood by the bed, and looked at him.

Jiang Wang pursed his lips, looked at her, and forced a smile.

He was thinking that when he confessed everything later, even if Si Yuan slapped him hard, he couldn't dodge it; he had to get her to forgive him.

It doesn't matter if you beat him to death.

But that smile, framed by his pale lips, appeared particularly sad and heartbreaking in Si Yuan's eyes.

Jiang Wang wasn't very good at lying, especially to Si Yuan. He felt incredibly guilty, so he could only bite the bullet and shift his body slightly to the side, patting the edge of the bed:

"Please sit down."