Chapter 209 Song Yan, you're still so useless
Jiang Wang lowered his eyes and looked at Si Yuan's hand gripping his arm.
Her body was still trembling slightly, and the last vestiges of her hatred were instantly crushed.
Jiang Wang felt heartache at first, then hated himself.
He had sworn more than once that he would never make her so sad and scared again.
But why is it still like this?
He closed his eyes, suppressing his surging emotions, and helped Si Yuan to her feet.
Then he looked at Ji Song on the ground.
He raised his foot and stomped hard on Ji Song's chest, causing Ji Song to wince in pain.
Jiang Wang simply lowered his eyes indifferently, looking at the disheveled person on the ground, each word striking the dead silence.
"I warned you five years ago, in that underground boxing gym."
Ji Song was startled, and his unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.
Memories from five years ago burst forth from the chaos.
In that boxing gym filled with the smells of sweat and blood, Jiang Wang looked down at him from above, making him unable to get up.
He simply left behind the words, "Stay away from Si Yuan."
It turns out that Jiang Wang had already been very restrained at that time.
Today, he truly harbored murderous intent.
Ji Song gasped for breath in pain, coughing up blood as he laughed, his laughter hoarse and broken.
He looked up at Si Yuan and roared in frustration, "Did you see that? He's much more ruthless than me! He's a madman!"
Si Yuan didn't even glance at him, still looking at Jiang Wang with concern.
Ji Song's gaze suddenly froze.
Jiang Wang didn't even glance at Ji Song again, as if the person on the ground was just an eyesore of trash.
He bent down and carefully picked Si Yuan up in his arms, his movements so gentle that he seemed completely different from before.
Si Yuan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, and she could smell the faint scent of blood on him.
"Vice President Chen."
Jiang Wang's voice regained its usual coldness and hardness as he ordered, "Clean things up here."
Vice President Chen quickly responded.
He watched Jiang Wang's figure disappear through the doorway, carrying Si Yuan, before turning to look at Ji Song, who lay half-dead on the ground, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
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The corridor lights were a stark white, casting long, thin shadows of the two people.
Si Yuan leaned against Jiang Wang's chest and could clearly feel the powerful vibrations in his chest, which were beating very fast.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Jiang Wang carried her inside, pressing the button for the first floor.
In the cramped space, only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.
Si Yuan's gaze fell on the back of Jiang Wang's hand, where there was a hideous wound, probably left when he hit Ji Song earlier.
Blood was trickling down between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
She was startled: "Jiang Wang, you're injured."
Jiang Wang didn't speak, but simply glanced at her with his eyes lowered.
Only then did Jiang Wang begin to feel heartache, lingering fear, and a trace of apprehension that he himself was unaware of.
He always thought he was strong enough to protect her, but he still managed to put her in this situation.
The sense of powerlessness he felt ten years ago returned, almost drowning him, and his inner defenses were almost completely shattered by this heavy guilt.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Si Yuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was blaming her.
She felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by something, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.
She only realized what was happening later, and the next second she buried her head in Jiang Wang's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jiang Wang listened to her faint sobs, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
As the elevator car slowly descended, the mirror reflected the intertwined shadows of the two people.
Jiang Wang tightened his arms, holding Si Yuan even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
They still love each other unconsciously and uncontrollably, so what can they do?
Those were thoughts that were impossible to control.
The elevator doors opened the next second, and a figure suddenly stopped standing outside.
Standing outside the door were Song Yan and a flustered Jiang Wenyou.
Song Yan's gaze went straight into the sedan chair and landed on Jiang Wang, where he also saw Si Yuan curled up in his arms.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took half a step forward, his voice trembling: "Si Yuan? What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Wenyou also spoke up anxiously, "Si Yuan, are you alright? We've been looking for you for so long..."
Jiang Wang's gaze instantly turned cold, a chilling coldness that swept directly over Song Yan.
He didn't let Si Yuan look up, but instead protected her even more tightly. His thin lips parted, and the words he uttered were like poisoned blades, cold and ruthless.
"Song Yan, it seems you're still as useless as you were ten years ago."
One sentence struck Song Yan hard.
He was too late again.
In his entire life, apart from becoming Si Yuan's adopted brother a step earlier than Jiang Wang, he seemed to be slow in everything else.
Take a step back to recognize her grievances, take a step back to protect her vulnerability, and take a step back to enter her heart.
Each time, she watched helplessly as Jiang Wang pulled her out of the mire.
Unwilling to grow wildly like weeds in Song Yan's chest.
But seeing Si Yuan's slightly trembling shoulders, that bit of resentment was suppressed by a dense wave of heartache.
His throat tightened, and he softened his voice, calling her cautiously, "Si Yuan..."
"Get out of the way."
Jiang Wang's voice was as cold as ice, directly interrupting him.
He didn't even glance at Song Yan again, and walked past them with Si Yuan in his arms, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
The moment Jiang Wang's shoulder brushed against Song Yan's arm, Song Yan could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from him.
There's also that possessiveness that protects Si Yuan and won't allow anyone to get close.
Jiang Wen tried to stop him, but Song Yan grabbed him.
Song Yan stood there, watching Jiang Wang carry Si Yuan away, step by step, into the distance.
He closed his eyes, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, a dull ache throbbing in his chest.
Upstairs, Lin Shuangyu, wearing high heels, slowly arrived at the door of the ward she had just left. She looked at Ji Song, who was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood and not saying a word, and sneered.
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