Chapter 112 Turning Back to Help the Song Family?
Si Yuan felt the oppressive feeling behind her disappear and breathed a sigh of relief.
She spoke frankly: "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it feels like someone has been following me these past few days."
Jiang Wang's tone immediately turned somber: "I'll go over tonight."
Si Yuan knew that Jiang Wang had his own sense of propriety, so he didn't make too many concessions.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come home."
Si Yuan only realized what she had said in her last sentence after hanging up the phone.
Wait for him to come home.
The word "home" always evokes countless thoughts and ideas.
In particular, Si Yuan has never had a real home.
This home was built by her and Jiang Wang themselves.
She smiled and then got into the car.
The three words "waiting for you to come home" were like pebbles, creating soft ripples in my heart.
——
From a distance, Song Yan could see everything.
He had just seen someone follow Si Yuan out of the banquet hall, and he was so worried that he followed them out.
Then I saw Si Yuan talking to Jiang Wang on the phone.
This was the first time I'd seen Si Yuan smile so easily since they broke up.
It wasn't directed at his older brother, with whom he had grown up since childhood.
It was another man.
There are even some very obvious differences.
It wasn't the dependent smile I used to give him; it was a relaxed, reassuring smile, as if I wasn't expecting any response from him, just simply happy.
He remembered when Si Yuan was a child, she had just been adopted by the Song family and followed him timidly, calling him "brother". At that time, she was also smiling, but there was always a bit of caution in her voice.
As she grew up, those smiles were filled with testing and anticipation.
He knew exactly what she was thinking, but he never responded to her.
Tonight, Song Yan did the most disobedient and immoral thing he had ever done in his life.
But he didn't regret it at all.
The evening breeze, carrying the chill of late autumn, swirled with the dim lights of the parking lot, casting a long, distorted shadow at Song Yan's feet.
He stood frozen in place, his body still lingering with the tension from before, even his breathing was somewhat labored.
Si Yuan knows her own feelings, so... she should be happy, right?
Song Yan was certain that, compared to Jiang Wang's affection, Si Yuan cared more about her own feelings.
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Si Yuan worked on a design until very late last night, and didn't wake up until almost nine o'clock this morning.
She got up and poured herself a glass of milk when she heard Zhang Ma say at the door, "Miss Si, someone is looking for you outside."
She wiped her hands and was about to ask who it was when Yu Qingfang walked in carrying a thermos.
Her face was beaming with a warm smile, as if there was no distance between them: "Xiaoyuan, Mom has come to see you."
Si Yuan stopped in her tracks, and the ease on her face vanished instantly, leaving only indifference.
Yu Qingfang ignored her aloofness, walked straight to the dining table, placed the thermos on the table and opened it. The golden crab roe porridge was steaming hot, and its aroma wafted out.
"Mom remembers that you loved crab roe porridge when you were little. I got up at five o'clock this morning to cook it and brought it to you specially. Try it while it's hot."
She picked up a spoon, intending to ladle a bowl and hand it to Si Yuan.
Si Yuan didn't move, she just stared at her coldly.
My son went crazy a few days ago after following me all the way to Jiangcheng, and now he's running into my house doing all these inexplicable things.
This mother and son, one after another, it seems, will never end.
“Aunt Yu,” Si Yuan said, her voice devoid of warmth, “I made it very clear that day that we have severed ties. You don’t need to call me ‘Mom’ anymore, and you don’t need to send me anything.”
Yu Qingfang's smile froze, and she tightened her grip on the spoon.
But it was clear that Si Yuan wouldn't get over her anger so easily.
It was the first time that Si Yuan had called her "Aunt Yu," and Yu Qingfang felt a pang of sadness, unable to pinpoint exactly why.
With a hint of regret in her voice, she advised, "Xiaoyuan, no matter what, I've raised you for so many years. Even if we're no longer related, the bond is still there, right? It's just a bowl of porridge. Don't be so dismissive."
"Friendship?" Si Yuan smirked, her eyes filled with mockery. "When you abandoned me abroad and barely contacted me for five years, where was this friendship? When you defended Lin Shuangyu and ignored the suffering I endured, where was this friendship?"
Yu Qingfang's face turned even more unpleasant. She hadn't expected Si Yuan to be so direct, showing no mercy whatsoever.
In the past, Si Yuan could be easily coaxed into submission with just a kind look or a bowl of hot porridge.
How come you've become so tough now?
“That’s all in the past,” Yu Qingfang said softly, avoiding her gaze. “Mom knows she was wrong, Xiaoyuan, can’t you give Mom another chance? I…”
Si Yuan interrupted her, her tone even colder, "I have nothing to do with the Song family anymore. You can take this porridge back; I won't eat it."
Yu Qingfang looked at the porridge on the table, then at Si Yuan's resolute eyes, and felt a little flustered.
Before she arrived, she had a lot of plans in mind.
The Song family is currently being dragged down by the Lin family, and the stock market has plummeted. If they could get Si Yuan to put in a good word for Jiang Wang and borrow some of the Jiang family's resources, the Song family could recover. They can't afford to lose this golden son-in-law just like that.
She just didn't expect things to turn out quite differently than she had imagined.
She took a deep breath, a gentle smile returning to her face, and walked to Si Yuan's side, her tone softening even more: "Xiao Yuan, Mom knows she wronged you before, but look, the Song family is in such a predicament now, are you really going to just ignore it? You and A Yan grew up together, if something happens to him, how would you feel?"
Si Yuan raised her eyes, her gaze clear: "Aunt Yu, the Song family's affairs are the Song family's affairs, and have nothing to do with me. As for Song Yan... didn't you used to hope that I would stay far away from him? Now, this should be exactly what you wanted."
"How can it be unrelated?" Yu Qingfang said anxiously, leaning forward. "You're with President Jiang now. He's so capable. If you just ask, helping the Song family is a piece of cake. Just think of it as me showing you how much I care about you, okay?"
Looking at the urgency in her eyes, Si Yuan felt only amusement: "Feel sorry for me? Aunt Yu, I can't accept your 'care,' nor do I have the ability to repay it."
"I..." Yu Qingfang was speechless, but she still refused to give up. "Xiaoyuan, you can't be so heartless! Even if you don't care about the Song family, you have to think about yourself. President Jiang is also from a prominent family in Beijing with many elders. If you can help the Song family, you'll gain a reputation for being kind and sensible in front of them, which will benefit you in the future!"
Si Yuan retorted, word by word: "First of all, not every elder is so outrageous. They only think I deserve it because they know I was hurt and still try to please your Song family."
Yu Qingfang watched Si Yuan's retreating figure, gritted her teeth, and wanted to say something more.
Aunt Zhang had already come over, her tone polite but firm: "Madam, our young lady has other matters to attend to, please leave."
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