After resolving the misunderstanding with Han Zhan, Song Ci felt relieved and suddenly didn't want to go home. She asked Long Yu to park the car next to a park and then called Yan Jiang.
"Ajiang, where are you?"
The call was answered by Yan Jiang's assistant, who said, "Ms. Song, Brother Jiang is busy at the moment and is in a meeting. I'll have him call you back later."
"OK."
Song Ci looked up and said to Long Yu, "I'm not going home. I'm going to meet a friend."
"Yes, ma'am."
More than 20 minutes later, Yan Jiang called. Song Ci picked up the phone and asked Yan Jiang with a smile: "Were you in a meeting just now? Is there a new drama?"
Yan Jiang sneered, "Bullshit." It was particularly funny to hear him swear in such a polite voice.
"What's that for?"
Yan Jiang said in a low voice: "There is a female singer who is going to return to China to develop her career and shoot a music video. She wants me to play the male lead." Yan Jiang's popularity is there. The fact that he was invited to play the male lead in the music video shows how big this singer's status is.
Song Ci asked curiously, "Who is it? Such a great ability."
"Du Xueyan."
Song Ci was very surprised. "Oh my God, Du Xueyan, did you agree?"
Yan Jiang said, "I'm considering it." After answering, Yan Jiang asked Song Ci, "By the way, why are you calling me at this time?"
"I want to see your cat."
Yan Jiang tilted his head to glance at the group of executives beside him. He checked his watch and said to Song Ci, "Go to the coffee shop outside my community and wait for me. I'll be back in an hour."
"OK."
Song Ci finished her cup of coffee and ordered another before she saw Yan Jiang coming back. She walked out with her packed mocha and got into Yan Jiang's car.
Long Yu was sitting in the car, and when he saw Song Ci get into Yan Jiang's car, he felt conflicted. Why did the lady get into a strange man's car?
Should he tell his husband?
Long Yu was very hesitant.
Yan Jiang noticed a black Volvo parked nearby with a driver inside. He smiled and said, "Is this your brother Han's car? And that's the driver? Your brother Han really cares about you."
"Of course not. My brother Han is gentle and considerate, and he manages the household frugally. There is no one better than him in the whole of Dongcheng." Song Ci praised Han Zhan without thinking.
Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Shaoxiu, I don't care." He added, "Your driver, Brother Long, looks more like Brother Monkey."
Song Ci and he exchanged a glance and both burst into laughter. "I think so too. However, the bodyguard Han Zhan found for me is definitely not as easy to bully as he looks."
Yan Jiang agreed with this.
"Let me guess what your driver is thinking right now." Yan Jiang held the steering wheel with one hand and sipped his coffee cup with the other. He put on a troubled look and said distressedly, "Why did Miss Song get into the car of a pretty boy? Is there something going on outside? Should I tell Mr. Han?"
Song Ci was amused by Yan Jiang and couldn't stop laughing. "Just shut up."
As they joked around, the car arrived at Yan Jiang's house. They parked the car and got out together.
In the distance, the camera flashed, and the reporter captured the scene of the two people walking home side by side.
After entering the house, Yan Jiang threw away the unfinished mocha and said to Song Ci while changing his shoes: "What do you want to drink? Coffee or tea?"
"I don't want to drink these. Do you have any cold drinks? My brother Han doesn't allow me to drink cold water or drinks." Song Ci really wanted to drink something cold. Han Zhan was good in every way except that he loved to meddle in other people's affairs.
"have."
Yan Jiang made her a cup of kumquat lemonade with plenty of ice. Song Ci drank it in a few sips, smacking her lips with joy. Putting down the cup, Song Ci couldn't wait to ask Yan Jiang, "Where did you hide my sister?"
Yan Jiang's eyes flickered, and he stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Song Ci looked at him with scrutiny in her eyes, "Yan Jiang..." Song Ci thought of a possibility. She glared at Yan Jiang fiercely, then ran upstairs quickly and headed straight for Yan Jiang's master bedroom.
Song Ci pushed open the door of the master bedroom and saw Song Fei sleeping on Yan Jiang's big bed.
Song Fei was wearing a yellow dress and lying on the right side of Yan Jiang's bed. Her face looked a little rosier than before. It seemed that Yan Jiang took good care of her.
On the right side of the bed stood an infusion pump stand, which was used to administer nutrient solution to Song Fei daily. Song Ci heard Yan Jiang's footsteps behind her as he entered the room. She turned around and threatened Yan Jiang, "If I see any bad marks on my sister, I will kill you!"
Both of them knew what the bad signs meant.
"Turn around and don't peek!" Song Ci said to his brother Yan Jiang in a bad mood.
Yan Jiang turned around obediently, his back looking extremely aggrieved.
Song Ci lifted up Song Fei's skirt and checked her body. After confirming that there was no trace of ambiguity, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Jiang whispered behind her, "I'm not disrespectful to her, and I won't. I'm just... scared." Yan Jiang turned around and looked at Song Fei's sleeping face, and said softly, "Only when she lies beside me and I can feel her heartbeat at night, will I feel at ease."
Song Ci was startled when she heard this. She noticed her sister's neatly trimmed nails, which had been kept by Yan Jiang, and realized that her previous excitement and suspicion of Yan Jiang's improper behavior had been hurtful.
Song Ci felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry." Song Ci sat on the bed, like a child who had done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Jiang. I shouldn't have thought so badly of you. I just..."
She was just too afraid that her sister would get hurt.
Yan Jiang shook his head. "It's okay." He walked over and held Song Fei's frail arm, whispering, "Every night before going to bed, I have to hold her arm and count her pulse. Only then can I fall asleep successfully."
"You may not know."
"Hmm?" Song Ci looked at Yan Jiang doubtfully and asked him, "What don't I know?"
Yan Jiang said: "Actually, I am very afraid of the dark and always suffer from insomnia at night. It has been like this for so many years. I hardly ever get a full night's sleep." Because of insomnia, Yan Jiang always stays up late and will never go to bed unless he can't open his eyes anymore.
Song Ci knew Yan Jiang had always suffered from insomnia. Thinking of Yan Jiang's childhood experiences, she couldn't help but frown. "Is it because of Grandma Yan?" Back then, Grandma Yan had lung disease. In order not to hinder Yan Jiang, she hanged herself from the door beam of her room with a rope late one night.
Yan Jiang got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and saw that scene. How horrified, desperate and scared he must have been!
Yan Jiang nodded gently, his eyes unfocused. He said, "When it gets dark, I always see my grandmother hanging from the door beam. All these years have passed, and I still can't forget it."
The night was long and difficult for Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang's handsome face etched a hint of vulnerability, and Song Ci's heart ached. "Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist?" Song Ci felt that Yan Jiang's behavior wasn't a solution, and perhaps a psychiatrist could help him.
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