Chapter 242 Song Yan's Suicide
After finishing their meal, Jiang Wang and Si Yuan sat on the sofa.
The nanny first took Si Xingzhou back to her room.
So the two of them were left speechless, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Jiang Wang tapped his fingertips lightly on the sofa armrest twice, then broke the silence first: "How about we find a movie to watch?"
Si Yuan quickly nodded: "Okay."
She picked up the remote and searched for a long time before finally choosing an American romantic movie that was very popular before she lost her memory; many people were watching it at the time.
The screen flickers with light and shadow, and the male and female leads are exchanging tender lines.
Jiang Wang, however, was completely uninterested. He never really liked watching movies, and normally he would have already fallen asleep.
But today, with Si Yuan sitting next to him, his attention was completely occupied by her.
Jiang Wang turned his head to look at Si Yuan's profile, watching her eyelashes tremble slightly as she intently gazed at the time on the giant screen, and a sudden pang of sadness struck him.
She was the person he cherished most, and they already had a child together, yet now he had to be extremely careful even to get close to her.
Si Yuan could vaguely sense the gazes of those around her.
After all, that gaze was too intense, too blatant, and undisguised.
Si Yuan paused for a moment and asked, "Then which room will I stay in tonight?"
Jiang Wang had been thinking about this for a while, but he didn't know how to bring it up. He didn't expect Si Yuan to ask first.
He hesitated for a moment, his voice tinged with a hint of probing: "There are many photos of us from the past in the bridal chamber. Do you... want to see them?"
Si Yuan was slightly taken aback, looked up at him, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
The moment Jiang Wang uttered those words, he felt like a delinquent youth trying to abduct a young girl.
He's the kind of scoundrel who tricks girls into coming to his room; he never used such a cheap trick when he was a kid.
Jiang Wang's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his words: "What I meant was that you sleep in the bridal chamber, and while you're at it, look at the photos to see if you can remember anyone. I'll sleep in the guest room."
Si Yuan then looked enlightened and nodded.
After the conversation ended, Jiang Wang felt a little regretful.
Why are you suddenly acting like such a righteous gentleman?
If I were to be as shameless as before and persist a little longer, I might be able to sleep in the same room as her.
They were husband and wife, so they were supposed to sleep together.
But the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't go back on his word.
The living room fell silent again. The second half of the movie was rather dull and boring, and Si Yuan couldn't understand how this movie could have been so popular back then.
Jiang Wang noticed that she was also a little bored. After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to ask, "It's getting late. Shall I take you back to your room?"
Si Yuan nodded and quickly stood up with him.
Jiang Wang smiled, somewhat helplessly: "Don't be so polite, this is your home."
Si Yuan nodded, but still stood there awkwardly.
Jiang Wang didn't say anything more.
The two walked up the stairs one after the other. The corridor was dimly lit. Si Yuan secretly took a few close looks at Jiang Wang's back. He seemed to be much wider and taller than before, upright and imposing.
Before Si Yuan could even take a few more glances, Jiang Wang pushed open the door.
The room's design emphasizes warmth and comfort, with a minimalist aesthetic, while also subtly incorporating clever art installations, which Si Yuan designed herself.
On the bedside table, there was a group photo.
Si Yuan walked in, her gaze falling on the photo. In the photo, she was smiling happily, nestled in Jiang Wang's arms. The background looked like an amusement park. Jiang Wang was smiling softly behind her, his eyes full of youthful exuberance and doting affection.
It's completely different from now.
Now, there's always sadness in his eyes.
Si Yuan felt a sudden pang of sadness welling up inside her.
She clearly didn't remember the origin of the photo or what happened at the time, but she couldn't control her sadness, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string.
Jiang Wang, who had been standing at the door and hadn't come in yet, panicked the moment he saw her suddenly cry. He rushed to her side in a few steps, feeling both distressed and worried: "Don't cry, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but was afraid she wouldn't like it. His hand froze in mid-air, utterly helpless.
Jiang Wang has never been afraid of anything in his life and has seen everything, but he can't stand seeing Si Yuan cry. He couldn't stand it before, and he can't stand it now.
Si Yuan shook her head, choking back tears, and said, "I'm not feeling unwell... I just feel sad."
She was just... starting to believe that they used to be very much in love.
But she still doesn't remember anything.
She knew Jiang Wang was good to her, knew they had a child, and knew this was their home, but she just couldn't remember their past.
This seems too unfair to Jiang Wang, and Si Yuan feels very sorry.
Jiang Wang felt a mix of bitterness and pain in his heart.
He could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms.
"It's okay, it's really okay. I never intended to force you to remember, it doesn't matter whether you remember the past or not."
“Si Yuan,” he said, resting his chin on the top of her head, “I only want the future. As long as we can be together in the future, that’s enough.”
The warm embrace, carrying a familiar scent, gradually eased Si Yuan's tense emotions.
She leaned against Jiang Wang's chest and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, a sound that inexplicably made her feel at ease.
After a long while, Si Yuan gently pushed Jiang Wang away, looked up at him, at the man who had always protected her and later became her husband.
Si Yuan's heart stirred, and without thinking much, she followed the impulse in her heart and was about to look up to kiss him and coax him.
Jiang Wang's pupils suddenly darkened, a mixture of surprise and delight rising within their unfathomable depths.
He didn't move.
It didn't make Si Yuan move either.
The two were getting closer and closer.
If we were just a little closer, we could have bumped into each other.
The next second, Jiang Wang's phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
The sharp sound instantly shattered the ambiguous and tender atmosphere in the room.
Si Yuan's movements suddenly stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed. Realizing what was happening, she quickly lowered her head and took a step back.
She stepped aside and reminded Jiang Wang, "You should answer the phone first."
Jiang Wang's expression froze. At that moment, he even had the urge to smash his phone.
It can torture a person to death.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience, and took out his phone to glance at the screen.
When he saw that it was the lawyer in charge of prosecuting Song Yan, his brows furrowed even more.
At this point in time, a lawyer wouldn't call without a reason.
Jiang Wang steadied himself and answered the call: "What is it?"
The lawyer on the other end of the phone sounded urgent and flustered: "Mr. Jiang, something terrible has happened. Song Yan committed suicide in the detention center and is currently in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. His condition is not good."
Song Yan...committed suicide?
Si Yuan heard it too, and her face turned deathly pale instantly. She stared at Jiang Wang in astonishment, as if she had lost her soul.
Jiang Wang hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"
The lawyer hurriedly explained, "It was a wrist-cutting incident. He was caught off guard for a moment... Moreover, we can't contact Song Yan's family, so the hospital can only contact you, since you were the one who reported the case."
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