Chapter 11 Shuangyu Knows He Was Wrong
Si Yuan secretly glanced at Jiang Wang.
Unexpectedly, he was also looking at him.
Staring straight ahead.
Si Yuan paused for a moment, swallowed the food in her mouth, and asked, "Are you... full?"
"Um."
Si Yuan nodded: "Then when are you leaving?"
Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes: "Get rid of me?"
Do you really think he's a food deliveryman?
"Ask the same question again."
Si Yuan didn't understand, but she did as instructed.
"Are you full? If you're full, then..."
Jiang Wang replied decisively, "No."
Si Yuan: ...
She silently suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and forced a smile.
A smile appeared in Jiang Wang's eyes: "What? Are you secretly cursing me as a bastard again?"
Si Yuan suddenly stopped, startled, and let out a burp.
He guessed what she was thinking again.
"No, how could that be?"
"What's your decision?"
"What?"
"There's only one week left until your charity banquet. How about you consider me as your boyfriend?"
Si Yuan put down her bowl and shook her head seriously.
"That's not something to consider."
Jiang Wang: "?"
"impossible."
Si Yuan lowered her head after saying that.
So she didn't see that even someone as arrogant and wicked as Jiang Wang could have such a calm and quiet light in his eyes.
——
To avoid being exposed, Ding Cheng has been asking Si Yuan some questions on WeChat every day for the past few days.
What brands do you like? What colors do you prefer? What flavors do you like?
Si Yuan: It's all written in the documents.
Ding Cheng: Asking directly will leave a deeper impression, won't it?
Si Yuan: Actually, it'll only be two hours at most. My family won't ask you too many questions.
Ding Cheng: Wouldn't it be better to know you better?
Si Yuan stared at the sentence, paused for a moment, then jumped out and sent a message to Zhou Xiaoxiao.
Si Yuan: The person you found, is he/she...?
Then I sent a meme of a frog poking its temple.
But there are only two days left, and it's too late to change the personnel now.
...Let's deal with my family first.
Her colleague Tina came over and asked, "Siyuan, are you leaving get off work?"
Si Yuan finally had time to check the time. She got up to pack up her drawings, preparing to take the work back with her.
"So dedicated!"
Si Yuan smiled and said, "Well, I don't have anything to do tonight anyway."
Being alone in such a large villa, if Si Yuan didn't find something to do, she was afraid she would fall back into her past nightmares.
When I got to the company building, I realized it was raining outside.
The rain slanted down, blurring the office building into a hazy gray in the twilight.
Si Yuan looked up and thought, "There are so many rainy days in Haicheng these days."
It's even more humid than before.
Tina's boyfriend came to pick her up. After saying goodbye to her, Si Yuan was about to go home when he remembered that he had taken his car for maintenance that morning.
She wanted to take a taxi home, but someone suddenly appeared behind her.
"Shall I take you?"
Si Yuan turned back; it was his colleague, Chen Mo.
Si Yuan shook her head and said distantly, "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."
Chen Mo smiled somewhat awkwardly: "I have a car. I think we usually go home in the same direction, so it should be on our way."
Si Yuan frowned, feeling a discomfort in her chest. It was time for her to take her medicine.
"Really, you don't need to..."
"It's alright. It's raining so hard, it must be inconvenient for you, a girl, to walk here!"
As he spoke, he tried to take off his coat and give it to Si Yuan.
Si Yuan took a step back.
Chen Mo thought she was just shy, so he stepped forward and draped the shawl over her shoulders.
He noticed that Si Yuan's clothes and belongings weren't designer brands, and he heard that she used scholarships during her years abroad, so her family probably wasn't well-off.
"You've just returned to China, there must be things you're not familiar with, right? My family has a yacht, we can take you out for a trip on weekends, don't be shy."
Si Yuan realized that Chen Mo was trying to make amends.
His words conveyed a strong sense of confidence in his family's yacht.
Si Yuan wanted to return the clothes to him, but he grabbed her collar and protected her in a very domineering way.
Before Chen Mo could say anything more, a short horn blared behind him.
The sound was short and cold, like an icicle, piercing through the sticky rain.
The two turned around at the same time. A pure white car lay quietly in the rain and mist, its body reflecting a cold light from the green headlights.
Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and his tone was filled with envy: "Wow, a Cullinan! This car isn't cheap. It's worth at least fifty million, which is more expensive than our yacht."
As soon as he finished speaking, the back door opened.
First, a hand with distinct knuckles held up a black umbrella with sharp ribs.
As the thin-soled leather shoes stepped out, the puddles splashed up tiny droplets of water.
It is Song Yan.
He stood under the umbrella, wearing a dark gray trench coat, looking like a sculpture in the rain, dignified and aloof.
Si Yuan gazed into the distance, her heart clenching as if gripped by something, even her breathing slowing to a beat.
She had remembered that image of him holding an umbrella for so many years.
On that equally damp and cold rainy day when he was eighteen, he stood in the distance, his umbrella covering half his face, looking at himself, soaked to the bone, shivering in the corner.
Then he turned and walked away without looking at her, leaving her in the endless rain and darkness.
Song Yan walked over, his gaze first falling on Si Yuan.
After looking her up and down to make sure she hadn't gotten too wet, he slowly raised his eyes to look at Chen Mo.
His gaze was so indifferent, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression.
Chen Mo's smile froze, and he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, his earlier confidence dissipating considerably.
Song Yan's gaze fell on the coat on Si Yuan's shoulder again, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The next second, he reached out, gently lifted the collar of his coat, and casually tossed the coat back to Chen Mo.
The clothes fell into Chen Mo's arms with a "thud".
Song Yan's voice was also chilly from the rain: "Next time, don't wear all sorts of dirty things on your body."
Who are you?!
Chen Mo was both shocked and angry, his hands trembling as he clutched his coat. He was about to lash out when Song Yan's gaze froze him in place.
Si Yuan lowered her head, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes. She dug her fingertips into her palms before calling out in a hoarse voice, "Brother."
Song Yan stepped forward, and the black umbrella steadily covered Si Yuan, completely separating her from Chen Mo behind her and the rain.
"Get in the car."
Si Yuan took a deep breath, took a step, and followed Song Yan to the car.
The umbrella was always tilted towards her, and some fine raindrops fell on Song Yan's shoulder, but he seemed not to notice.
He opened the car door for Si Yuan and said, "Get in, don't catch a cold."
The car door closed.
After a while, Song Yan also sat down.
Si Yuan silently pulled away to the furthest distance.
Song Yan took off his wet suit, turned his face to the side, and looked at Si Yuan in a different spot.
His tone was somewhat reproachful: "Having been away from home for so long, are you planning to cut ties?"
Si Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she gripped the folder in her arms tightly with her fingers.
“No,” she explained, “I’m just busy with work.”
She lowered her eyes, a bitter feeling churning inside her.
This is her last home, how could it be cut off?
In order to avoid being abandoned again, she has already lowered her stance to an extremely low level.
She even brought up a fake boyfriend, hoping that the Song family wouldn't suspect her.
Song Yan lowered her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "With such heavy rain, isn't your boyfriend coming to pick you up?"
Si Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she casually made up a lie: "He's busy too, the company recently went public..."
She dared not look Song Yan in the eye, afraid that her pathetic pretense would be exposed.
Song Yan suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter full of sarcasm.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Chen Mo, who was still standing outside the car window: "I thought that was the boyfriend you were talking about."
Si Yuan's heart tightened, as if someone had grabbed her by the handle.
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