Chapter 83 Si Yuan says she doesn't like him anymore

Amidst the chaos, Song Yan's ears were ringing.

Those subtle clues that he had deliberately ignored were now flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

After Si Yuan returned to China, those subtle abnormalities gradually connected into a clear line, pointing directly to a fact he refused to believe.

Si Yuan and Jiang Wang have been together right under his nose for a long time.

But who is Jiang Wang?

He was known throughout the capital for his ruthlessness, viciousness, and deep cunning.

How could someone like that possibly genuinely like someone?

But what he found even harder to accept at this moment was that Si Yuan had actually... fallen in love with someone else.

Memories slowly rewind to that rainy day ten years ago.

Little Siyuan was brought to the Song family, like a frightened rabbit.

She timidly hid behind the housekeeper, her wet eyes looking at him. It was the first time Song Yan had ever felt heartache.

He felt so sorry for this little girl.

“From now on, this will be your sister,” his father said to him.

At that time, Song Yan thought it would be nice to be relied upon by such a younger sister forever.

So he treated her very, very well. Watching her gradually trust him, depend on him, and have him all she could think about, Song Yan felt very content.

But later, this dependence gradually changed.

When Song Yan learned that Si Yuan liked him, his first reaction was unprecedented panic.

He was afraid that she would mistake dependence for love, and even more afraid that this mistake would affect the Song family's reputation.

So he tacitly allowed Lin Shuangyu to isolate her and watched helplessly as his mother sent her abroad.

He told himself that this was for her own good.

But as I grew older, a secret sense of satisfaction quietly grew beneath that fear.

Si Yuan likes him, Si Yuan only likes him. This realization seeped into his bones like poison, making him feel both absurd and sweet.

She's liked me for so many years, how could she suddenly fall in love with someone else?

Therefore, he would rather believe that Si Yuan was coerced or deceived than admit that she truly no longer liked him.

The lights in the private room flickered, illuminating Song Yan's pale face.

Si Yuan finally spoke.

The voice was soft, yet it was like a sharp knife, piercing Song Yan's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

“Brother, he didn’t threaten me. I did it willingly.”

A sharp buzzing sound instantly rang in Song Yan's ears, as if the whole world was spinning.

He instinctively took a half step back, knocking over the wine glass behind him, the sound of shattering glass was loud.

Lin Shuangyu stood frozen in place, her exquisitely made-up face filled with disbelief.

Her gaze darted back and forth between Si Yuan and Jiang Wang, her lips trembling slightly: "How could this be... How could you..."

How did he end up getting involved with Jiang Wang from the capital?

“Brother,” Si Yuan looked directly into Song Yan’s eyes, her tone calm, “I always remember what you said: don’t like someone you shouldn’t like.”

She paused, then said, "I've taken it to heart."

Song Yan's pupils contracted, and he shook his head, wanting to deny it.

"You should be happy, shouldn't you? The person I like now won't have any negative impact on the Song family."

Jiang Wang stood beside Si Yuan, and when he heard her so frankly admit her feelings for him, his eyes sparkled with joy, and he secretly gloated.

Seeing his expression, Fang Yan rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but interrupt Si Yuan, interjecting, "I like you too."

These four simple words plunged Song Yan into an icy abyss.

He saw the focused, burning gaze Jiang Wang gave Si Yuan, completely unlike the usual carefree and irreverent young master of the Jiang family.

“Si Yuan,” Song Yan’s throat bobbed slightly as he asked, “Do you know what you’re saying?”

"I am very clear-headed. More clear-headed than ever before."

Or rather, one should have woken up back in high school.

She truly came to her senses after that slap from Song Yan.

Jiang Lin quickly brought the first-aid kit, which Si Yuan took and whispered "thank you".

She turned to look at Jiang Wang, her voice soft: "Let's go somewhere else, the lighting here is bad."

Jiang Wang nodded and smiled, "Alright, whatever you say."

The two left without saying anything more to Song Yan.

Seeing this, Fang Yan quickly pulled Jiang Lin away and slipped out as well, knowing that this place was not a safe place to stay.

The private room fell silent, leaving only a mess on the floor.

Lin Shuangyu cautiously approached Song Yan: "Ah Yan... are you alright?"

Song Yan seemed not to hear him and slumped heavily onto the sofa.

His suit jacket was wrinkled, his tie was crooked, and his usually calm and composed eyes were now staring blankly ahead, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Lin Shuangyu had never seen Song Yan like this before.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the shrill ring of a cell phone.

Song Yan mechanically took out his phone; it was Yu Qingfang calling.

He answered the phone, and Yu Qingfang's concerned voice came from the other end: "Ayan, how did the business go? Shuangyu came to see you, you two..."

Song Yan listened in a daze, then suddenly said out of the blue, "Mom, Si Yuan... she really has fallen for someone else."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone.

Suddenly, Yu Qingfang's voice brightened: "You found her? Really? That's wonderful!"

Her tone even carried a hint of relief, "She really managed to put aside those messy thoughts, and your father and I are relieved."

Before Yu Qingfang could finish speaking, Song Yan hung up the phone.

He gave a tired smile.

Lin Shuangyu sensed something was wrong. She stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Ayan, isn't it good that your sister is in a relationship? Are you... really upset with her...?"

Song Yan snapped out of his daze, picked up the wine glass on the table, and took a sip.

"How is that possible?"

Song Yan slowly raised his eyes, a pale smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The dim lighting in the private room cast dappled shadows on his face, making his eyes appear even more unfathomable.

"How could that be?" His voice was so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, and he repeated, "I'm her brother."

He had etched the distinction between right and wrong into his mind for five whole years.

How could he like his own sister?

Lin Shuangyu's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and she let out a long sigh: "I knew it, how could you..."

"But she can't be with Jiang Wang."

Song Yan suddenly interrupted her, his voice turning icy: "Someone like Jiang Wang will hurt her sooner or later."

Si Yuan has absolutely no idea what liking someone means!

She lacked love, which is why she relied on herself. Later, because she lacked love, she was coaxed and deceived by Jiang Wang.

His gaze gradually lowered, carrying a hint of self-deceptive certainty.

That must be it. Jiang Wang is a master at manipulating people's hearts; he must have used some kind of trick.

Song Yan rarely believed in anything consistently. He was used to the glamorous facade and dark underbelly of these top circles, and he couldn't let Si Yuan fall into that trap as well.

Only those closest to you are truly safe.

The younger sister should always listen to her older brother.