Chapter 133 Ji Song's Suspicion
As soon as Ji Song turned on the speakerphone, Lin Shuangyu's voice came through, each word like a pearl.
"Ji Song, I heard you also had Si Yuan renovate your gallery? What are you playing at? Is this the plan you came up with?"
Lin Shuangyu's voice grew increasingly cold: "She's right under your nose every day. Even if you can't kill her, you could at least lose an arm or a leg..."
Ji Song's voice was slightly deep as he interrupted her: "Lin Shuangyu, if you keep yelling at me, I'll have someone break your legs first."
Lin Shuangyu knew that Ji Song was ruthless, and since he was on Ji Song's turf, he immediately backed down and suppressed his anger.
However, she did not expect it to be related to Si Yuan.
After all, given Ji Song's ruthlessness, there's no way he would be soft-hearted towards a woman.
It must be because Jiang Wang was keeping such a close watch that Ji Song couldn't make a move.
“Brother Song, that’s not what I meant… It’s just that recently, both Haicheng and Beijing have been looking for me. You know, if I’m taken back, and they find out what happened back then, it could implicate you…”
Ji Song narrowed his eyes slightly, returned to his office, and closed the door.
"Lin Shuangyu".
"Um?"
"You don't really think I'm afraid of the past?"
Lin Shuangyu gritted his teeth, smiled, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"My hands have been dirtier than you think over the years. What I did for you back then is nothing. You think you can use that to threaten me?"
Lin Shuangyu knew that Ji Song was not someone to be trifled with, and that she had no choice but to seek him out.
But she had already given all her savings to Ji Song, and her escape route was completely cut off. Now, she had no choice but to rely on him.
Lin Shuangyu knew that Ji Song was short of money.
The Ji family has many descendants, and the power Ji Song initially gained was only underground wealth in Aocheng, so his income in recent years has been meager.
Ji Song closed his eyes. He took this job not for Lin Shuangyu, but more to target Jiang Wang.
Originally, he wanted to sow discord between Si Yuan and Jiang Wang, steal his woman, and make Jiang Wang suffer for a while. Although it wouldn't seriously damage him, it would still be a slap in the face.
But he never expected that the bond between Si Yuan and Jiang Wang was stronger than he had imagined.
The thought of the hickey on Si Yuan's neck that he had seen this morning made Ji Song feel inexplicably irritated, and he casually tugged at his tie.
That girl was scheming against him, every word she said was barbed, but she was completely obedient to Jiang Wang.
This contrast made Ji Song particularly unhappy.
He beckoned to his assistant and asked him to arrange a thank-you banquet for the designers from the renovation team downstairs.
Ostensibly, it was to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few days, but in reality, it was just a way to get closer to Si Yuan.
When the news spread, everyone cheered and expressed their gratitude to the generous client.
Si Yuan had no interest in participating. She made an excuse to her colleagues that she was going out for lunch, and then turned around and walked towards the parking lot with her bag.
Si Yuan froze as soon as she reached the parking space.
The Panamera was parked across her car, blocking her way out.
Si Yuan twitched the corner of her mouth. This car was parked really well.
Trickery and deliberate.
She took out her phone, intending to call Ji Song and ask him to move his car.
His voice suddenly came from behind: "Looking for me?"
Si Yuan paused, turned around, and saw Ji Song standing behind her, his hands in his pockets, looking at her.
She hung up the phone expressionlessly, uttering only two words: "Move the car."
Ji Song strode closer, casting a shadow that carried a faint scent of tobacco.
Unlike the subtle menthol tobacco on Jiang Wang's body, Ji Song's cigarettes were thick, strong, and heavy, with an inexplicable aggressiveness.
Si Yuan took a step back, feeling disgusted.
Ji Song's tone was somewhat sarcastic: "Everyone else is going to eat, why are you the only exception? Does having a meal with me make you so disgusted?"
Si Yuan raised an eyebrow; the answer was self-evident.
She couldn't be bothered to waste words with Ji Song.
Ji Song's eyes turned cold. This was the first time a woman had shown him such disrespect. He warned in a deep voice, "You'd better not play hard to get with me anymore, Si Yuan. You don't really think you're that interesting, do you?"
Si Yuan knew he was ill and didn't want to argue.
She repeated, "Please move your car."
"you……"
Before he finished speaking, Ji Song's gaze suddenly fell on her wrist, which was exposed outside her sleeve.
On that patch of fair skin, several shallow scars meandered, still revealing the horrific nature of the original wound.
Ji Song's brows furrowed suddenly, and his tone unconsciously deepened: "What happened to this injury?"
Si Yuan pulled down her sleeves, her eyes instantly turning cold: "Go ask Lin Shuangyu."
She curled her lip in a mocking smile. "Ji Song, you really don't know why I insisted on sending her in, do you?"
A flicker of doubt crossed Ji Song's eyes.
He had witnessed how Lin Shuangyu tormented those girls during their university years.
But he felt that even if Lin Shuangyu was crazy, she should still have a bottom line. Si Yuan was Song Yan's sister and the Song family's adopted daughter on the surface. How dare she act recklessly...
What exactly did Lin Shuangyu do to Si Yuan...?
Suddenly, a shadow rushed out from the side.
It is Song Yan.
Before he could react, Song Yan had already grabbed Ji Song by the collar and punched him hard in the face.
"You dare approach Si Yuan?"
Song Yan's voice was hoarse as he gripped Ji Song's collar tightly, almost lifting him up.
Ji Song's head was turned to the side by the blow, and blood instantly trickled from the corner of his lips.
He paused, spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, and then looked at Song Yan with a mocking smile: "Who do we have here? It's just Young Master Song."
He struggled, but Song Yan's grip did not loosen at all.
"Where is Lin Shuangyu? Hand her over!"
Ji Song raised an eyebrow, his tone sinister: "Young Master Song, that's an interesting question. Your fiancée has disappeared, so what do you want with me?"
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