Chapter 72 I told your brother to get lost
Song Yan thought he couldn't get through again.
But this time it went through.
"Si Yuan!"
Song Yan blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice trembling slightly.
After he came to his senses, he calmed himself down and asked, "Where are you? I... I was too harsh just now, but I didn't really abandon you. Tell your brother where you are, and I'll come pick you up."
Jiang Wang listened, then took out a cigarette and lit it.
Hearing that she didn't speak, Song Yan became a little anxious: "Isn't this fun, Si Yuan? Do you know how dangerous it is to be out there alone?"
Jiang Wang exhaled a puff of smoke, then gave a very cold laugh.
Song Yan found it strange and called out Si Yuan's name again.
Jiang Wang turned around and glanced at the sleeping Si Yuan.
This is the first time I've considered going against her wishes.
If they don't want others to know about their relationship, that's fine.
However, that doesn't mean he can't do anything.
He smiled contentedly: "Don't worry, she's very well-behaved now, I'll take her home."
The cold, slightly hoarse voice reached Song Yan's ears through the microphone without missing a single word.
Song Yan slammed on the brakes.
Almost my entire body was violently shaken by the inertia.
It was a man's voice.
Song Yan's eyes immediately turned cold, like a cold-blooded animal whose territory had been invaded, with all its quills standing on end.
Is this the man who repeatedly abducted Si Yuan?
Just then, Song Yan was worried about not being able to find him, and he delivered himself right to her doorstep.
"Do you even know whose sister she is, yet you dare to lay a hand on her?"
Jiang Wang smiled. Didn't this guy recognize his voice?
He asked in confusion, "Didn't you drive her away?"
Song Yan's breath hitched, and the veins on his hand gripping the phone throbbed.
“It’s none of anyone else’s business if I get rid of her. Give the phone to Si Yuan, I want to talk to her.”
Jiang Wang leaned against the car, a cigarette between his fingers, too lazy to say another word to him.
So he only said one word.
"roll."
This is Jiang Wang's style of doing things.
Simple and straightforward.
Song Yan didn't even have time to react before the call was disconnected.
His years of upbringing and discipline made it take him a long time to realize how flippantly and provocatively the person on the phone had hung up on him.
Song Yan completely lost his mind.
So much so that he smashed his phone onto the steering wheel.
Shattered, honking, and a chaotic, regretful heart—all on this dark road, a scene of utter devastation.
——
Si Yuan had a dream.
She fell down, and her mother came over and hugged her, the necklace around her neck swaying.
In the soft light, his father's hand came over and touched his head.
My father's ceramics shattered in that car accident.
Only the mother's remains, stained with blood, in her trembling palm.
It was taken away before I could even warm it up.
She opened her eyes.
The room was bright and warm, but she felt cold all over.
She got up and went outside.
As always, Jiang Wang made some of her favorite breakfasts.
He caught a glimpse of a thin, pale figure at the bedroom door out of the corner of his eye. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he didn't look up at her.
He needed to let her know that he could get angry too.
We cannot be abandoned and treated as bystanders time and time again.
Si Yuan noticed it.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind.
Perhaps it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, but at this moment, Si Yuan wanted to wake up from that nightmare in this way.
This person has a broad back, as if it could bear all her sorrow.
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment.
Then, to my dismay, all my anger dissipated.
never mind.
Everyone likes to bully her, so she should be allowed to bully others in return.
Young Master Jiang is willing.
"Alright, let's eat."
Jiang Wang knew she definitely hadn't eaten dinner last night.
Si Yuan heard his voice and smiled secretly.
She couldn't get back at Lin Shuangyu now; she'd have to wait until after their wedding to retrieve his belongings.
I want to eat dumplings.
Jiang Wang was taken aback, then understood what she meant.
She might want to escape, but she also genuinely wanted to go back to the capital with him.
“Yesterday, I answered Song Yan’s call for you.”
Si Yuan was startled, tilted her head, and looked up at him.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Wang told the truth: "I told your brother to get lost."
Si Yuan smiled.
Unfortunately, she fell asleep too quickly and didn't hear how Song Yan, who was always far from vulgar, reacted to those words.
Jiang Wang saw her smile, which was cryptic, put down the cutlery in his hand, picked her up, and held her like a child.
"What are you laughing at?"
Si Yuan said, "I'm laughing at you for standing up for me."
Jiang Wang's heart was very soft. He lowered his head and kissed the top of Si Yuan's head, then heard Si Yuan say:
"How about we get our marriage certificate in Beijing?"
He lowered his brow slightly and asked, "To spite Song Yan?"
Si Yuan shook his head.
“My mother… my biological mother grew up in Beijing. Her teacher was the very famous Master Meng Yixue. She loves Beijing, so I want to get married there.”
Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment.
"Meng Yixue?"
"Um."
Jiang Wang smiled, nodded, and said indulgently, "Okay."
Si Yuan said, "Shall we learn to cook some new dishes?"
She skipped over, took out her tablet from the room, found some cooking videos, and leaned against Jiang Wang to study them seriously.
She felt really sorry for Jiang Wang.
She extracted the imagined familial affection from him, as if she had a relationship with him like that of a father and mother, to warm herself.
But she never knew.
Jiang Wang, in truth, could not obtain what he desired.
——
In the afternoon, TY's design department announced new personnel changes.
Si Yuan will be temporarily transferred from the art and landscaping department and will not participate in any business. He will represent the company to focus on the International Moonlight Beauty Awards competition at the end of the year.
The engagement banquet for the Song family heir was naturally handed over to someone else.
So when Song Yan arrived at the company, he was met by an unfamiliar designer.
Where is Si Yuan?
The designer wasn't sure either: "Only the higher-ups know the answer to that."
So Song Yan went and met with the higher-ups again.
Mr. Sun's level is not enough, and TY's general manager remained tight-lipped, indicating that there were other arrangements.
Song Yan pressed him for answers several times, but only received one sentence: "Young Master Song, please don't make things difficult for me."
Song Yan could only return home empty-handed.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he saw the shadow of a woman at his front door.
He paused for a moment, thinking it was Si Yuan.
But upon closer inspection, it wasn't.
Lin Shuangyu has been discharged from the hospital, so it can only be her.
At this moment, Song Yan didn't even blame Si Yuan for leaving with someone else that night.
He was the one who made her leave that day.
This time, he truly felt that he was the one who was wrong.
But he couldn't even find the person, and he didn't even have a chance to say sorry.
I have a feeling that the next time I see Si Yuan, something unacceptable will happen again.
He blinked wearily, walked over, and opened the door with his fingerprint.
Lin Shuangyu's eyes reddened the moment she saw him, and she went over to take his hand despite her hand still being wrapped in gauze.
Why haven't you even come to see me once?
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