Chapter 85 I Love Everything About You
Song Yan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
The tea was too hot and splashed onto his fingers, burning them red.
But Song Yan didn't even notice.
It turns out that all these times, his so-called best brother and his most cherished sister had been entangled and fooling around right under his nose for so long.
He was completely oblivious, like a complete fool.
He slowly raised his eyes, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "Si Yuan is so innocent... how could you so easily take advantage of her and possess her?"
Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow and said, word by word, "Because I like it. Because I like it, I want to possess it. It's not as sordid as you think."
"It's despicable for someone like you to possess her!"
Song Yan has almost lost control.
Jiang Wang didn't get angry but laughed instead, his eyes were chillingly cold, as if he was quietly watching him go mad.
Jiang Wang simply dislikes putting on airs like a deep, shrewd businessman, but that doesn't mean he's like that at heart.
In his view, Song Yan was ridiculously naive.
Jiang Wang slowly and deliberately picked up the cup, tidied the table, and said in a voice so soft it was as if he were stating a trivial fact: "Song Yan, you need to know—"
“With your worth,” he raised his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing Song Yan, “if it weren’t for Si Yuan, you wouldn’t even be worthy of asking me out today.”
Song Yan's expression changed slightly.
"I let you punch me twice yesterday because of Si Yuan."
Jiang Wang smiled slightly, his usual suave and frivolous demeanor unmistakable, but his words sent a chill down one's spine: "But don't push your luck."
The air inside the private room seemed to freeze instantly, and even the bamboo shadows outside the window appeared to stand still.
Jiang Wang looked at the mess Song Yan had made on the table, then tidied it up again and smiled with satisfaction.
Then he got up, went over to open the window, and lit a cigarette.
Sometimes, I just can't resist the urge to kill someone if I don't have a cigarette.
His temper has been good enough over the years.
When he learned that Si Yuan had been tormented into depression by Lin Shuangyu and his gang, he already wanted to see bloodshed.
But I still feel that no matter what, nothing is as satisfying as Si Yuan doing it himself, which is why I've been wasting time with them until today.
Jiang Wang leaned against the window, the cigarette between his fingers flickering in the wind.
He exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke drifting outwards, and then said, "So whether you see yourself as an older brother or something else... you know the answer in your heart."
Song Yan's back was ramrod straight as he stared intently at the now-cold tea stain on the tea table.
"I was just protecting her."
Song Yan finally spoke, saying that he didn't think he had done anything out of line.
Jiang Wang scoffed, cigarette ash falling with the flick of his wrist: "After she returned to the country, she was completely different. Did you think you didn't notice at all? So many strange emotions surrounded her, and you didn't even realize it was because of depression. You know she has so many scars, but all you care about is that she didn't leave you, didn't continue to pester you, and didn't affect your normal marriage and children as the heir of the Song family. Have you ever thought about how much pain she's in?"
Song Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
"How hypocritical, Young Master Song." Jiang Wang straightened up and looked down at him. "You talk about protecting her while pushing her into the abyss with your own hands."
Song Yan's fingertips dug deeply into his palm, but he felt no pain.
Jiang Wang's every word was like a knife, tearing away his carefully constructed facade.
Jiang Wang stubbed out the cigarette in a tissue, carefully wrapped the cigarette butt up, and casually threw it into the trash can.
“You have to learn to accept it,” he said, straightening his clothes, his voice calm to the point of cruelty. “She won’t always revolve around you. Even the gentlest cat will grow up and won’t let you abuse and abandon her again and again.”
Song Yan's knuckles turned white, and the teacup made a creaking sound in his hands as if it were about to break under the weight.
"Have you finished talking?"
Jiang Wang glanced at him, and seeing that he didn't react, nodded and said, "Then I should go back. She's still waiting for me."
As he reached the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to add, "As for the Songgang project—"
He flashed a standard business smile: "I keep business and personal matters separate, and I will not withdraw my investment because of this. Mr. Song, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
Gently close the door, and only the gradually cooling aroma of tea remains in the tea room.
In this negotiation, Song Yan suffered a complete defeat.
——
Jiang Wang pushed open the door but didn't see Si Yuan.
But the study door was ajar, and there were figures moving inside.
He walked over quietly and saw Si Yuan standing in front of the French windows, drawing.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, bathing her in its glow. Her white halter-neck dress accentuated her slender waist, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist.
Si Yuan has very beautiful shoulder blades. From her neck to her arms and then to her waist, the bone structure of her entire back is extremely beautiful. If it weren't for those scars, it would be a very suitable back view to be shown.
Like a work of art.
Jiang Wang frowned, his heart aching uncontrollably.
In his entire life, Jiang Wang had only ever suffered so much because of Si Yuan.
He only just realized that it's impossible to control feeling sad for someone.
That's almost a conditioned reflex.
Jiang Wang approached silently, embraced her from behind, and then gently pressed his lips to the most conspicuous scar on her shoulder bone, kissing it.
Si Yuan was startled, not expecting him to return so suddenly, and felt somewhat at a loss.
They often made love late at night, but she never openly showed her scars in the light.
I still wasn't used to it, and for a moment I panicked and wanted to put on an outer garment to cover myself.
"Why did you suddenly..."
Jiang Wang tightened his arms, wrapping her completely in his embrace.
His body was so broad and large that he completely enveloped her small frame: "Don't hide, I like it."
"What?"
Si Yuan smiled in confusion; it couldn't possibly be these ugly scars.
I like you.
Jiang Wang's lips traced the scars. "I hate the pain these scars cause you, but they just happen to be on your body." He paused, his voice low and husky. "So there's nothing I can do. I like anything that's yours."
Si Yuan was stunned.
Jiang Wang felt her tense body gradually relax, and then heard her chuckle softly: "It's really not my habit to hear you say such cheesy things all of a sudden."
She turned around and poked his chest with her fingertip. "Could it be that you were possessed on the way back?"
Jiang Wang liked her even more because she was so vibrant; he liked her terribly.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and I could only beat in sync with her every smile and frown.
He suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally, startling Si Yuan so much that she cried out and hugged his neck.
What are you doing?!
“Let me prove it,” Jiang Wang strode toward the bedroom, a familiar roguish smile playing on his lips, “what exactly possessed me.”
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