Chapter 3 He fell in love with the highway

The rain outside has stopped, but the roads are wet and cold.

Si Yuan came out of the hotel and walked quickly to the car.

Everything today went as expected.

Besides Song Yan and Lin Shuangyu's engagement, there was also the encounter with Jiang Wang.

Just as I was about to open the car door, the phone suddenly rang.

The words "Song Yan" on the screen stung her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Yuan, where did you go?"

Song Yan's voice came through the receiver, still gentle and polite, but with a familiar, unyielding tone: "Everyone is cutting the cake, I saved one for you, come quickly."

Si Yuan's throat tightened, and the day she would never forget flashed before her eyes.

Lin Shuangyu and her henchmen held down the back of her neck and shoved her face hard into the birthday cake. She still remembers the suffocating feeling of cream choking her nose.

"I don't like cake."

She heard her own voice sound calm and somewhat distant.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

“You used to like it. Every year on my birthday you would eat an extra portion.” Song Yan’s tone was tinged with helplessness. “Xiao Yuan, don’t be silly at a time like this.”

Nonsense?

“Brother, I used to like it,” Si Yuan said earnestly, gazing at the blurry neon lights in the distance, “but I don’t like it anymore.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Why?"

Si Yuan closed her eyes: "Is it okay to say that Lin Shuangyu once pressed my head into a cake?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Song Yan's eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were slightly apprehensive at this moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"It's just high school kids fooling around. Didn't you say..." Song Yan's voice suddenly lowered a few decibels, "that you no longer cared?"

A sharp pain shot through Si Yuan's chest.

“Yes, I don’t care anymore,” Si Yuan said softly, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the scars on her wrist. “So now I can tell you the reason without caring, and say that I don’t like cake anymore.”

Song Yan seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by a commotion.

"Yan-ge! Come and eat some cake!" Lin Shuangyu's coquettish voice came through the receiver. "Your sister wouldn't be so inconsiderate, would she? Everyone's waiting for her!"

Si Yuan's stomach suddenly spasmed.

This woman is truly disgusting.

What does it mean that Song Yanhui has liked this kind of person for so many years?

This suggests that he might not be worth the years of affection she once had for him.

Si Yuan suddenly felt a rebellious streak.

She's just so immature, what can Lin Shuangyu do about it?

"Brother, your wife is calling you, so I won't disturb you. You two must have a great time!"

She finished speaking with a smile and quickly hung up the phone.

Song Yan, still holding his phone, stood amidst the flickering lights and bustling crowd, somewhat bewildered.

sister in law……

Si Yuan said this word twice today.

He didn't know why, but he felt that introducing Lin Shuangyu to Si Yuan was a bit too fast, and that he had been too hasty.

She was abroad for five years, and she didn't even say goodbye when she came back, nor when she left. Was she angry about this?

——

Si Yuan sat in the car, her heart trembling with anxiety as she unscrewed the medicine bottle and hurriedly swallowed an antidepressant pill.

The bitter taste of the medicine spread across her tongue. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and waited for the medicine to take effect.

As the car drove away from the hotel, the rain gradually subsided.

The neon lights outside the car window blurred into spots of light in the rain, their glow shimmering on her delicate face.

Five years after that incident, Song's mother hurriedly sent her abroad, leaving her stranded in a foreign land without even giving her time to pack her luggage.

Before leaving, they only gave her a key.

A villa far from the Song family home, supposedly prepared as her "new home".

It's like the family splitting up.

The car drove into a quiet villa area.

This is the villa that the Song family prepared for her.

The location and decor are both excellent, but it's far from the Song family's residence.

Si Yuan used to feel sad and abandoned, but now she is very satisfied with this arrangement.

After parking the car, Si Yuan opened the car door, and a refreshing breath of fresh air after the rain rushed in.

She felt a little better.

But as soon as she took a step, Si Yuan froze on the spot.

A familiar figure leaned lazily against the black Maybach next to it.

Jiang Wang held a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet tip flickering in the night.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at her through the swirling smoke.

"you……"

Si Yuan's throat tightened as she recalled the ambiguous words exchanged in the elevator, and her ears involuntarily burned.

She gripped the bag strap tightly, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "Young Master Jiang... I don't quite understand what you mean. If it's because of the past... we're all still young, so I hope you won't take it to heart."

Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes, gave her a slightly strange look, and then chuckled softly.

He didn't say anything, stubbed out his cigarette, straightened up, and walked forward.

Si Yuan stood frozen in place, her heart pounding like a drum.

As she watched Jiang Wang's tall and slender back, countless possibilities flashed through her mind—had he followed her here?

still……

If he insists on doing something tonight, how can she resist?

Jiang Wang has always been mentally unstable. He loves driving on highways, and his behavior is similar; he often does whatever comes to mind.

Just as Si Yuan was starting to think about leaving right now, Jiang Wang stopped at the door next to her villa and skillfully entered the password.