Chapter 185 That person looks like my father
If they really did something wrong, wouldn't five years of punishment be enough?
Si Yuan is actually not soft-hearted at all. She always does this: she leaves for five years without contacting anyone, and you can't even see her shadow.
Jiang Wang doesn't understand now, but he won't lose control or explode like he did five years ago.
At twenty-eight, my mindset seems to have matured all of a sudden. The arrogant and unruly person who used to act all high and mighty is now silent and digests everything alone, even when recalling his former lover.
He wanted to light a cigarette, only to find that he was out.
With his assistant not around, Jiang Wang had no choice but to grab his coat and go downstairs to buy it himself.
This typhoon will probably linger in Nancheng for a few more days.
The convenience store downstairs in the hotel didn't have any high-end cigarettes. Jiang Wang hadn't smoked a strong cigarette in a long time, so he ordered a pack of forty-yuan ones, which were quite potent.
It's probably because I dreamt about her again tonight in the south of the city, and I have a lot on my mind, so I want to calm down.
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The television was broadcasting typhoon warnings for the southern part of the city for the next few days. The host pointed to the blue wave icon in the background and reminded citizens to reduce travel and pay attention to driving safety.
Si Yuan had just turned on her computer when the doorbell suddenly rang.
She walked over and opened the door, where she saw Song Yan standing, holding a food box.
"I brought you breakfast."
Si Yuan then realized that the reason he had asked about her room number was because of this.
She paused for a moment, then stepped aside. "Come in."
Song Yan placed the food on the table one by one, and asked casually, "Is Xiao Zhou awake?"
"not yet."
Si Yuan's voice was soft. She wore a beige long-sleeved shirt and trousers, her hair casually pulled back, revealing her clean profile. She was aloof and beautiful, but a hint of weariness lingered in her eyes.
As she spoke, she put her headphones back on. The video conference had just started, and the issue was still from last night, requiring an urgent solution.
Song Yan sat at the dining table, looking at Si Yuan.
In fact, he often marvels at how his younger sister, whom he protected when she was little, has grown up to be so capable and charming.
He initially thought being with her would be a stain on his reputation, so he avoided her at all costs, and the two of them missed out on so much.
Now, he doesn't even dare to look at her for too long, for fear that she will hate him. He feels that being able to stay with her as her brother is a gift from heaven.
Not long after, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Si Xingzhou walked out rubbing his eyes.
Upon seeing Song Yan, he raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but still politely greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."
The little guy's eyes lit up when his gaze fell on the food on the table, and his fondness for Song Yan instantly increased.
Despite his dislike for Song Yan, Si Xingzhou was indeed quite good to him. On a typhoon day, Song Yan still managed to deliver such a lavish breakfast. Si Xingzhou knew how to curry favor with Song Yan.
The two sat down and started eating, leaving a separate portion for Si Yuan.
The meeting finally ended, and Si Yuan took off his headphones.
Seeing that his mother still had work to do, Si Xingzhou said sensibly, "Mom, I'll go swimming by myself today."
"No way." Si Yuan refused without even thinking. "You're only four years old. It's too dangerous."
Song Yan spoke up from the side, "I'll go with him. I'm not busy today."
Si Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded—there seemed to be no better way.
Si Xingzhou was sullen the whole way to the swimming pool.
Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "You didn't seem very happy when I picked you up after the parent-teacher conference last time. What's wrong?"
Si Xingzhou thought for a moment and said frankly, "Other children all have fathers, and I feel unbalanced."
Her tone was calm, without any coquetry or grievance; she was simply stating a fact.
He is open and honest, and very straightforward.
Song Yan paused for a moment, then smiled, "Then I'll go with you next time, and you can tell them that I'm your father."
Si Xingzhou glanced at him, his expression indifferent. "Come on, you're nothing like it."
He suddenly gestured with his lip forward, paused, and said, "That passerby doesn't even look as much like my dad."
Song Yan followed his gaze—
At the corner of the corridor not far away, a tall man was standing by the window talking on the phone. He frowned slightly as he said something.
His profile was sharp, his eyes were deep, and his demeanor was as cold as the sea at night.
Song Yan frowned slightly.
Si Xingzhou's gaze, however, seemed to be drawn in by something, and he couldn't look away for a long time.
But when Song Yan looked in the direction Si Xingzhou pointed, the man had already turned and entered the gym next door.
Only a tall, cold, and hard silhouette remained, stretched long by the warm yellow light.
Song Yan felt a sudden tightness in his chest, then chuckled awkwardly and reached out to pat Si Xingzhou's head, but the little guy subtly dodged away.
"Just kidding, I'm just your uncle."
Song Yan knew very well that Si Xingzhou, though only four years old, was more thoughtful than anyone else.
He could tell that the child genuinely disliked him being near Si Yuan.
Perhaps it was Jiang Wang's blood that was etched into his bones, this child was born to be at odds with him, and there was always a sense of estrangement and wariness between them.
But speaking of which, this child's surname is Si, and his features resemble Si Yuan's somewhat. He never causes trouble for Si Yuan, is smart and sensible, and has been an angel baby since birth. Song Yan couldn't help but like him.
Love me, love my dog.
Si Xingzhou didn't respond to him, but just stared in the direction of the gym, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of lingering interest in his eyes.
That guy was really handsome.
Si Xingzhou thought he was just as handsome as himself.
On the other side, Jiang Wang had just gotten off the treadmill in the gym and casually picked up a towel draped over his shoulder to wipe himself.
I was planning to take a break and then go to the swimming pool next door, but my phone rang. It was Zheng Yiyi's tutor calling.
"Mr. Jiang, Yiyi has finished all her English homework for today, and she did quite well."
Jiang Wang paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I understand, I'll be right back."
After hanging up the phone, he picked up his coat and walked back.
The typhoon is still raging in the south of the city, and people's hearts are in turmoil.
I feel restless all day.
Jiang Shu called again, saying that the typhoon was dangerous and the flight was delayed, and that he should stay a few more days to experience the local customs and culture of Nancheng.
Jiang Wangzhen suspected that this was his older sister trying to get him to take care of her child in various ways.
Five years ago, after Jiang Shu and Zheng Qingyuan got married, she devoted almost all her energy to her career.
Her jewelry company and Zheng Qingyuan's clothing company collaborate on marketing, complementing each other's resources, and have been thriving in recent years.
However, as their careers grew, the two of them hardly ever had any time to enjoy their time together.
After all, she was his own sister, and Jiang Wang rarely softened his heart. Since she was already there, he decided to make the best of it and take good care of his niece for a few days.
Just as he reached the elevator, he suddenly heard a voice.
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