Chapter 53 If only I hadn't adopted her
Zheng Qinyun sighed, wanting to remind him one last time: "Actually, Si Yuan hasn't done anything truly wrong except for liking you."
Song Yan's dark eyes fixed on him for a moment, then he suddenly looked up and stared at him.
"Do you like her, just like Jiang Wang?"
Zheng Qinyun was startled by his suspicious appearance and pushed him away.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How did this involve me and Jiang Wang again?"
Song Yan recalled that the usually cold-hearted Jiang Wang had shown such concern for Si Yuan last time.
"You'd better not have it."
Zheng Qinyun rolled her eyes at him: "I like Si Yuan, but Si Yuan doesn't like me! As for Jiang Wang, he has a girlfriend. Last time we met, I saw a really red mark under his ear."
Jiang Wang has indeed been constantly surrounded by women and rumors within the industry.
Zheng Qinyun didn't understand why he was so sensitive to the men around Si Yuan, even though he clearly didn't like her.
“Jiang Wang has always been a womanizer; he doesn’t like your sister’s innocent, delicate type.”
That night, Song Yan only heard Zheng Qinyun say one audible thing.
Yes, Jiang Wang and Si Yuan...
He was indeed being paranoid.
But Song Yan had no intention of letting Si Yuan's years abroad go unpunished.
When his old cat misbehaved, he wouldn't learn to behave unless he was strict with it.
——
Si Yuan returned home, closed the door, but didn't have the strength to take another step.
She had exhausted all her energy by pretending not to care about anything as she left.
When did her feelings for Song Yan begin?
Because she was lonely and weak when she was a child.
It's natural to be drawn to people who are both strong and gentle.
It was a feeling akin to spring returning to life on a withered tree branch.
Not everyone can easily let go of their feelings, even knowing that the ending might be nothing but a fleeting one, especially Si Yuan.
So she chose to keep her feelings hidden in secret, alone.
Because at least Song Yan would never hurt her.
However, it seems that's not the case.
It turns out that the bullying and harm that had tormented her for five years was orchestrated by Song Yan.
It was simply because... he hated Si Yuan's affection for him.
Si Yuan hurriedly got up, knelt down in front of the coffee table, opened the drawer, rummaged through it, and finally found the medicine to control her anxiety. She swallowed it whole without knowing how many pills there were.
The dry pill was stuck in her throat, emitting a bitter smell. Si Yuan rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently, her stomach cramping.
She couldn't understand it.
What exactly is it about me that makes Song Yan hate me to that extent?
When did I start to hate it?
Why not just say it directly?
When she was sixteen, she fantasized that if she could really be with Song Yan when she grew up, he would kiss her too.
Song Yan is indeed going to kiss her today.
But it was that look in his eyes, that harshness, that seemed to slap her hard across the face.
Si Yuan leaned against the bathroom wall, panting heavily in a disheveled and painful state.
She said, "Stop crying, stop crying. Don't you already dislike him?"
It's roughly a ten-year relationship; even if it's terrible, it will still linger in one's heart like a rain that never dries up.
The rain nourished the flowers, but ultimately rotted their roots.
She lived because she loved that person, and in the end, it was that person who pushed her into a bottomless, dark abyss.
There was a small window in the bathroom, and outside the window was a motionless moon.
Si Yuan thought of her parents.
She asked, "Why didn't you take me with you back then?"
This rain will probably never dry up.
Throughout her life, she has been abandoned.
——
The next day, Song Yan returned to the Song family's old residence.
He revealed the "truth" provided by Ding Momo, saying, "I sent people to investigate, and many things are true."
Song's mother was so angry that her hands trembled.
"We sent her abroad so she could become a better person, but what... what is she doing?"
Mr. Song fell silent.
He slammed the cup he was holding onto the table, turned around, and went upstairs.
The Song family all knew that Song's father was angry.
And disappointment.
But there's another layer of meaning.
He handed the matter over to Song Yan to handle.
As Song's mother's expression gradually calmed down, she immediately told Song Yan, "These things must not be spread, lest they tarnish the Song family's reputation."
Song Yan nodded, lowered his eyes, and replied calmly, "The person who helped me investigate this matter is Shuangyu's friend. She won't leak it out."
Mother Song seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "That's good, so you're Shuangyu's friend."
In Song's mother's opinion, Lin Shuangyu had always been reasonable.
She would never do anything to damage the Song family's reputation.
Her eyes dimmed, tinged with disappointment.
“If we hadn’t adopted Xiaoyuan, none of this would have happened.”
Song Yan's eyes flickered as he looked at his mother: "If she hadn't been adopted, where would she have gone?"
Song's mother sighed: "The welfare home."
Song Yan's eyes darkened, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Until he left, Song's mother looked at the family photo in the living room, in which Si Yuan smiled gently and delicately.
Then he slowly said, "Perhaps it was the capital city. Back then, the Jiang family really wanted her."
Song's mother closed her eyes, then opened them again, and called the maid to replace the family photo.
"Madam, what should we change it to?"
Song's mother stood up and replied coldly, "Of course, only the Song family members are listed above."
——
Lin Shuangyu laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.
Ding Momo lit a cigarette on the other end of the video call, still savoring the moment: "You tampered with things a little, mixing the truth with the lies, and your boyfriend actually believed it all?"
"yes!"
"He's just as gullible as he was in high school!"
Lin Shuangyu suddenly stopped laughing.
She stared at Ding Momo in the video, her eyes filled with a sinister darkness.
Ding Momo's smile froze: "Seriously? You're really that protective of your own?"
Lin Shuangyu continued to look at her.
After a long pause, he finally said, "You damn woman, don't smoke in front of me, I want to smoke too."
Ding Momo was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me. Go ahead and smoke. It's not like smoking is illegal in China."
“Song Yan doesn’t like it.” She said nonchalantly, “What if he suddenly tries to kiss me and smells the cigarette on me? How am I supposed to explain that?”
After all, they're getting married soon.
Ding Momo smiled meaningfully: "Would a well-behaved young master like Song Yan suddenly pull off a scene like a forced kiss?"
Lin Shuangyu lowered her eyes, her smile becoming more genuine: "Not necessarily, I think he really likes me."
Otherwise, how could he unconditionally trust Si Yuan forever, even between himself and her?
Si Yuan, if you just quietly remain a parasite, perhaps I would have followed Song Yan's lead and pitied you, taking you in for the rest of my life.
But you, of all people, covet what you don't deserve.
I have a family background and preferential treatment.
Who's behind you?
There was no one there.
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