Chapter 90 The Song Family Forces Her
The video was a bit shaky at first, and everything seemed to be covered by a yellowish filter.
The scene shown is Si Yuan's former home.
It was midday, and sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the small dining table covered with a floral tablecloth.
"Xiaoyuan, look at the camera!"
The father's voice came from off-screen, filled with a doting smile.
The camera then pans to reveal a little girl with pigtails, who appears to be about five or six years old.
She was wearing a floral dress and was tiptoeing to set the chopsticks on the dining table.
Hearing her father call her, she immediately turned around, smiled at the camera, and sweetly called out, "Daddy!"
"Mom made your favorite braised pork ribs today!"
A sound came from the kitchen, and the camera then turned to the kitchen doorway.
A pretty woman wearing an apron is carrying a plate out.
Si Yuan's hand trembled, and tears welled up instantly.
That's Mom.
The mother complained to the father, "Si Yan, instead of helping our daughter, what are you filming?"
"Take a picture so Xiaoyuan can look at it when she grows up," the father said with a smile, then turned the camera to Xiaoyuan, "Come on, Xiaoyuan, say hello to yourself ten years from now!"
Xiao Siyuan has no idea what will happen in ten years.
She simply said, "I hope that Siyuan can always have her parents with her."
The whole family burst into laughter.
Mom wiped her hands and came over, gently pinching Si Yuan's cheek: "Mom and Dad are going to watch Si Yuan grow up and become a great designer, so we'll definitely always be there for you!"
"I want to design beautiful things like my mom and put them where everyone can see them!"
Xiao Si picked up his chopsticks and said with great conviction.
Dad zoomed in on the camera: "Then Dad and Mom will wait for Xiaoyuan to grow up!"
The scene abruptly ends here.
Si Yuan stood frozen in place, her face already streaked with tears.
Her hands trembled as she tried to replay the video, but it didn't work no matter how many times she tried.
It was only later that they discovered the video was only thirty seconds long.
It's not that the previous recordings were only thirty seconds long, but rather that the video sent this time is only thirty seconds long.
The rest is all in that DV camera.
Si Yuan only learned today that among Yu Qingfang's belongings were videos of her parents.
Si Yuan was scared.
She almost lost her mind, her fingers trembling as she dialed Yu Qingfang's number.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Finally, you're answering the phone?" Yu Qingfang's voice was as calm as ever: "Xiaoyuan, you're causing your parents more and more worry."
Si Yuan shook his head.
She is not her mother.
She wasn't even a foster mother.
A respectable adoptive mother would never use videos of her biological parents to threaten or manipulate her.
Si Yuan tried hard to calm herself down, wanting to negotiate with Yu Qingfang: "What do you want?"
"It's very simple." Yu Qingfang's tone suddenly softened. "Xiaoyuan, Mom misses you. When are you coming home to visit?"
This title made Si Yuan's stomach churn.
She took a deep breath: "Didn't you say that if I don't ruin Song Yan's marriage, you'll give these things back to me?"
Yu Qingfang was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then her voice suddenly became tired: "Xiaoyuan, I did say that, but..."
A rare hint of hesitation crept into her voice; she still couldn't bring herself to be so ruthless.
But it's not easy to explain to Lin Shuangyu.
A daughter will always be a daughter.
Si Yuan is a soft-hearted and easily manipulated person; she'll come back if you just say something to her.
But the Lin family is a different story.
Although the Lin family's status is not as high as the Song family's, they are the most suitable marriage partner for Song Yan among all the noble families in Haicheng, and they must not be affected.
Moreover, the impact is now affecting not only Lin Shuangyu, but also Song Yan.
Her son, who was always obedient and sensible, whose every move was under her control, actually said such... outrageous things last night.
So Yu Qingfang quickly regained her usual toughness, "But what did you do to Shuangyu yesterday? I don't want to spell it out. And Song Yan... he's now..."
Si Yuan's fingers dug into her palms: "I didn't do anything to him!"
"Come back as soon as possible, let's have a good talk."
Yu Qingfang hung up the phone after speaking, giving Si Yuan no chance to refute.
Clearly, she didn't trust Si Yuan much.
After all, he could secretly associate with the young master of the Jiang family in Haicheng for so long, and he could be so ruthless to his future sister-in-law, allowing others to bully her.
In other words, this adopted daughter was not as weak and incompetent as he had imagined.
Therefore, Yu Qingfang showed no mercy.
Like Song Yan, she was using the most high-sounding reasons to do the most oppressive things.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Si Yuan stood frozen in place, feeling a chill run through her body.
She didn't understand why Yu Qingfang suddenly changed her mind, and why the Song family wouldn't let her go.
Anger and resentment surged in her chest, and with trembling fingers, she pulled out Song Yan's phone number and dialed it.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
Song Yan's voice was hoarse and low, clearly indicating that he had just been woken up by a phone call.
"Song Yan".
"Xiao Yuan?" Song Yan instantly snapped out of his daze. "It's me, it's my brother."
"Didn't you say you would keep those things safe for me? Didn't you say you would definitely get them back for me? Why is your mother repeatedly using those things to force me to go back?"
Song Yan sat bolt upright in bed, his hangover headache instantly replaced by panic: "Mom's looking for you?"
"Your Song family..." Si Yuan's voice was broken, "...do you really want me dead?"
These words pierced Song Yan's heart like a knife.
He suddenly snapped out of it, genuinely frightened, because Si Yuan's voice sounded very strange.
"Xiaoyuan, no...aren't your brother here?"
"I'll go with you, okay?"
Si Yuan didn't answer and hung up the phone directly.
She collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.
Why?
Is it that the Song family refuses to let her go, or... is it that fate refuses to let her go?
Her parents weren't there for her as she grew up.
She wasn't truly happy for a single day.
...
After a long while, Si Yuan gradually came to her senses.
I don't know when I tore the design draft that I had only half-finished to shreds.
The utility knife was somehow in his hand.
The sharp tip of the knife pressed against her wrist, the icy touch sending a chill down her spine.
With just a gentle swipe... all the pain will end.
Si Yuan's gaze trembled, and she exerted force little by little, the blade cutting through her skin, causing red blood to seep out.
In the nick of time, she suddenly thought of someone.
No, not everyone wanted to drive her to her death.
There is still someone in this world who cares about her.
Jiang Wang.
With a loud bang, the utility knife was thrown out.
She couldn't... She had promised Jiang Wang that she would live a good life.
We can't let him down a second time.
Yes, Jiang Wang also taught me.
If there is no weakness in the enemy, then create one.
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