Chapter 250 Reunion
After that, Jiang Wangzhen started taking his medication on time and attending regular check-ups. Si Yuan accompanied him to the hospital, talked with him and his psychologist, and kept him company on sleepless nights, talking about the past and the future.
He no longer shied away from mentioning those five years of nightmares. Occasionally, he would tell Si Yuan that in his dreams, he would always see her leaving, her helpless and sad after losing her child, and how he could never catch up with her no matter how hard he tried.
She was covered in blood, crying and questioning him, "Didn't you say you'd treat me well for the rest of your life?"
I even dream about it occasionally.
Once Jiang Wang dreams of it, he feels short of breath and clings tightly to Si Yuan's hand like a helpless child, saying, "Don't go..."
Si Yuan hugged him and said over and over again, "I won't leave, I'll never leave again."
Later, those dreams got better and better.
After what seemed like the umpteenth follow-up visit, the doctor finally told them that he would be cured in about six months. At least, this would guarantee Jiang Wang five hours of sleep each night without medication.
Unable to sleep the rest of the time, Jiang Wang had no time to feel sad. He was always ruthless.
Si Yuan felt like a small boat on the verge of collapse, about to be tossed about by Jiang Wang's storms, but each time Jiang Wang would hold her up and prevent her from falling apart, and then fall silent as the storms gradually subsided.
Si Yuan nestled in Jiang Wang's arms, her eyes moist and alluring. Jiang Wang lowered his head and kissed her cherry-red lips, then noticed she was looking at his body.
The scars on my arm have faded a lot, thanks to Jiang Wang's punctual and frequent application of the medicine every day.
Many times, Si Yuan felt that nothing had happened between them.
Perhaps nothing could have happened at all.
That's how it was at the beginning.
But life is unpredictable, like a long and absurd novel where the author deliberately fools us for the sake of word count, making us turn away from our own hearts.
Fortunately, on the day the story finally came to an end, they met again, reunited, opened their hearts to each other again, and returned to their rightful paths.
...
Six months have passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Si Yuan got off work and had just stepped out of the office building when she saw Song Yan standing under the bus stop sign not far away amidst the falling snow.
He was dressed in thin clothes and his face was pale. When he saw Si Yuan, his eyes flickered.
It's been a long time.
Si Yuan thought she would never see him again in this lifetime.
Si Yuan paused for a moment, then nodded at him with a faint smile, without saying anything.
Song Yan stopped in his tracks. The leg he was about to step forward suddenly lost its strength, and he awkwardly pulled it back.
He looked at Si Yuan, his eyes swirling with emotions, which finally turned into a barely audible sigh, and his heart strangely calmed down.
She was better off without me.
His worries over the past six months have all been in vain.
A black figure strode closer, and a transparent umbrella was steadily held over Si Yuan's head, blocking the falling snowflakes.
"Have you been waiting long?"
Jiang Wang's voice was warm as he reached out to adjust her scarf.
Si Yuan seemed quite surprised, looking up at him and casually wrapping her arm around his, her nose red from the cold: "Why are you here? Didn't you say there was a multinational video conference tonight?"
"Let's cancel it." Jiang Wang led her towards the parking lot, turning his head to look at her. "What do you want to eat? I asked Aunt Zhou to prepare some ribs, I'll make you rib soup when we get home?"
Si Yuan looked slightly disappointed, tugged at his arm and shook it, her tone slightly coquettish: "I want to eat something not very nutritious today, is that okay?"
Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow: "Not nutritious?"
"It's..." Si Yuan whispered, "a super spicy hot pot, the kind with a butter broth."
To alleviate Si Yuan's stomach problems and help her recover, Jiang Wang has been watching her diet almost every day for the past six months, personally cooking nutritious meals for her every day. The meals are low in oil and salt, so bland that Si Yuan has almost forgotten what food from outside tastes like.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang sighed helplessly and reached out to pinch her cheek: "So that's what you were thinking about."
"Is it okay?" Si Yuan grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. "Just once, I really want to eat it!"
"Okay." Jiang Wang couldn't refuse any longer. After all, he rarely saw Si Yuan act coquettishly, so he compromised: "But it's a promise, just this once. I won't be responsible if she gets pimples."
"Great!" Si Yuan immediately beamed. "Jiang Wang, you're the best!"
Jiang Wang chuckled, about to speak, when his gaze inadvertently swept over Song Yan not far away.
He also saw Song Yan.
Jiang Wang didn't react much, only raising his eyebrows almost imperceptibly. He then remembered that it had been more than half a year, and Song Yan should have been released from the detention center by now.
This person has lost a lot of weight and looks unwell, but otherwise hasn't changed much, yet he's still as annoying as ever.
Jiang Wang withdrew his gaze and looked down at Si Yuan: "Should we go over and say hello?"
Si Yuan didn't look at him again, shook her head, and said softly, "No, there's nothing to say."
Jiang Wang hummed in agreement, gripped her hand tightly, tucked her fingers into the warm pocket of his coat, and turned to walk towards the car.
"Shall we go to that hot pot restaurant in the south of the city? The first time I came to Beijing, I took you there for mutton hot pot, remember?"
"I remember!" Si Yuan's eyes sparkled, completely forgetting about the other people. "After we finish the hot pot, can we go buy ice cream from that shop at the street corner?"
Jiang Wang frowned. "Eating ice cream in the dead of winter? Are you out of your mind?"
"Trying to push your luck?"
"Just a little bit!"
"Two bites at most."
"Three mouths!"
"make a deal."
Jiang Wang tilted the umbrella, casting a warm shadow over Si Yuan. He walked slowly, steadily holding her hand. The two of them, hand in hand, stepped on the snow, making a soft crunching sound.
The two walked further and further away, their figures gradually disappearing from sight.
Song Yan remained standing in the same spot. Snowflakes fell softly onto his hair and shoulders, quickly accumulating into a thin layer of white. The chill seeped into his bones through his thin clothes, but he seemed oblivious, like an ice statue.
Watching the figure walking side by side gradually disappear into the distance, Song Yan slowly lowered his eyes, a self-deprecating yet relieved smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I didn't say any of the things I had prepared, nor did I have the courage to say them.
When Si Yuan smiled at Jiang Wang, her eyes crinkled, revealing a softness and vibrancy he hadn't seen in a long time.
It turns out she can still be as happy as she was before she turned eighteen.
It turns out that without him, her life could have remained completely unaffected.
Song Yan's chest ached from the cold. Was it from the cold? It didn't matter; the pain was so intense he could barely breathe and couldn't stand.
He recalled his past obsession and madness, his ruthless scheming, and the disappointment and resolve in Si Yuan's eyes when she looked at him.
All your scheming and plotting can't compare to the casual stroke of fate.
This is the most ridiculous part of the game of life.
never mind.
That's settled then.
He owes her something he can never repay in this lifetime.
At least, he can see that she is doing so well.
That's enough.
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