Chapter 221 I Don't Want to Be the Older Brother Anymore
"The sooner the better."
Jiang Wang spoke slowly.
Jiang Wang grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth and cursing, "That guy Song Yan actually came to the capital too."
His tone was filled with barely suppressed frustration, and his disgust at being pestered was almost overflowing.
"Dog skin plaster!"
Fang Yan was taken aback, then frowned, his face full of surprise: "Is he crazy or am I crazy?"
He even found it unbelievable: "He probably knows you've found the evidence, isn't he afraid you'll expose him completely, and drag Lin Shuangyu into it too?"
Jiang Wang lowered his eyes and sneered, "He's just relying on that child."
She thought that by holding onto the child, she could keep Si Yuan firmly by her side, and felt that she was afraid to do anything to him.
"So do you think his plan will succeed?"
After all, Si Yuan's emphasis on children is evident to all.
Jiang Wang looked up at the window, his expression resolute.
He knew Si Yuan too well.
"Si Yuan is not that kind of person."
She will never let anyone use her child to bind her for life.
She hated Lin Shuangyu and the people who lied to her.
Including herself, who is deceiving her right now.
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In a few days, Si Yuan will no longer stay by his side.
Song Yan was perfectly aware of this as well.
On the second floor, Song Yan stood by the window, watching Si Yuan walk in through the door downstairs.
A complex and difficult-to-discern emotion swirled in his eyes.
The evening breeze was so cold that it swept away many things, and it also blew away all the gentleness around him, leaving only a layer of melancholy.
He slowly lowered his hand and smiled.
“I know you’re not that kind of person, you never have been.”
"You won't stay by my side willingly."
"But I can't live without you, Si Yuan, I really can't live without you."
"I don't want to be your brother anymore, I never have."
Si Xingzhou was lying on the carpet when he saw his mother come back. He rushed over and hugged her.
He added, "Mom, I've memorized all the words for today, and I've written two pages of characters. Please check."
Si Yuan sat down with him in her arms.
She was exhausted from head to toe, and she was heartbroken because of Jiang Wang.
But seeing her son's obedient and eager-for-a-reward look, her heart softened again.
She reached out and pulled Si Xingzhou into her arms, resting her chin on the top of his head, and remained silent for a long while.
“Xiao Zhou,” Si Yuan’s voice was a little hoarse, “haven’t you always wanted to know who your father is?”
Si Xingzhou looked at her with bright, sparkling eyes: "Mom, what do you mean?"
Si Yuan nodded, gently stroking her son's ear with her fingers: "I'll take you to see him tomorrow, okay?"
Si Xingzhou was so happy he almost jumped up. He opened his mouth, about to cheer, when a soft sound suddenly came from the corner of the living room.
Song Yan emerged from the shadows, his steps steady, holding a glass of water in his hand.
He walked up to Si Yuan, looked at the mother and son, and asked in a tone that revealed neither joy nor anger, "Where are you taking Xiao Zhou?"
Si Yuan paused, took the water glass, and whispered a thank you.
She didn't look at Song Yan's face and said in a low voice, "Nowhere. I'll introduce him to a friend tomorrow."
Song Yan didn't reply, he just stood there watching her.
The gaze was like a net, densely covering Si Yuan.
After a long pause, he chuckled softly, "Xiao Yuan, you're always wary of me. I'm your brother, we're the closest of people, yet you don't even trust me?"
Si Yuan tightened her grip on the cup. She didn't want to explain, nor could she.
With her child around, she didn't want to talk too much about the past.
"Brother, I'm tired." Si Yuan stood up, picked up Si Xingzhou, and said, "I'll take the child back to the room to sleep first."
Song Yan stepped aside, a gentle smile on his face as usual: "Go ahead, get some rest."
The bedroom door was closed.
Song Yan's smile gradually faded completely.
So soon...she's leaving me so soon.
We need to take the child to find Jiang Wang.
All these years, forgiving him for everything he did was in vain and laughable.
Song Yan stood on the balcony, a cigarette between his fingers, and his phone screen lit up amidst the swirling smoke.
It was Yu Qingfang calling.
Song Yan never smoked before.
But he later found out that Si Yuan had taken drugs.
Perhaps he wanted to experience her pain, and at the same time, he wanted to alleviate his own pain. Later, he unknowingly became dependent on her.
He flicked his cigarette butt and answered the phone.
"You still know how to answer the phone?"
Yu Qingfang's voice was tinged with resentment, "I heard you went back to Nancheng? Why didn't you come home? Is that woman so good that you'd abandon your own mother for her?"
Song Yan took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and stared blankly at the distant lights: "I'm with Si Yuan."
Yu Qingfang was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then finally sighed heavily, her tone softening with a hint of resigned weariness: "Ayan, you haven't been home for five years, Mom is really tired."
"As long as you're willing to come back and live a good life, that woman... Mom isn't necessarily unable to accept her."
Song Yan laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Yu Qingfang was stunned; she was frightened by her son.
"Ayan... what's wrong?"
Song Yan started coughing as he laughed. The smoke was so pungent that it made his stomach cramp, and it took him a long time to calm down.
“Mom,” he blinked wearily, his voice light and airy, “why didn’t you say so sooner?”
"Why did you drive Si Yuan away when she liked me before?"
"Why do we keep hurting her, making her never want to forgive the Song family again?"
"Now...it's too late."
Song Yan stubbed out his cigarette, his voice turning completely cold.
"Mom, she doesn't want me anymore. She's going to find another man."
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After hanging up the phone, Song Yan went to Si Yuan's bedroom.
He had the key, so he easily opened the door and went inside.
The room was dark. Si Yuan drank the water laced with the drug and slept soundly and quietly, her breathing even.
Si Xingzhou curled up beside her like a kitten.
Song Yan walked to the bedside, gently tucked Si Yuan in, and lightly stroked her face with his fingertips. The warm touch made his heart tremble.
"Xiao Yuan, don't force me."
He silently said to himself, "As long as you stay by my side, I will give you anything."
"I made a mistake five years ago, but I have already atoneed for it. Isn't that enough to prove it?"
"Then you should forgive me."
You should be mine. You can only be mine.
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