Chapter 230 You're lying to me, Lin Shuangyu isn't dead!
Seeing the fear in her eyes, Song Yan smiled at her cautiously, his eyes filled with sorrowful concern: "Don't be afraid."
It's still the same sentence.
How could she not be afraid?
Such a dangerous situation is right behind us; if even the slightest accident occurs, it could be a matter of life and death.
She didn't want anything to happen to anyone, especially... Jiang Wang.
Now that they've all embarked on this path, how can they possibly not be afraid?
At that moment, looking at the intense, unyielding obsession in Song Yan's eyes, Si Yuan suddenly felt that he had truly gone mad. Mad enough to lose sight of where he came from and where he was going. For some reason, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by something, a fine, persistent pain.
The person in front of her was also the older brother she grew up with. He was Song Yan, who would be kind to her and make her happy when she first arrived at the Song family, and would share the candy in his pocket with her.
How did it turn out like this?
The car suddenly stopped.
The driver muttered a curse under his breath: "Mr. Song, ahead—"
Song Yan looked up and saw several rusty, abandoned cars parked haphazardly at the entrance of the abandoned factory area, completely blocking the way.
Si Yuan thought that this time, he would finally stop.
But Song Yan didn't say anything. He pushed open the car door, and a cold wind carrying the smell of paint hit her face, giving Si Yuan a headache.
Before she could react, she saw Song Yan suddenly get out of the car and grab Si Yuan's wrist without saying a word. The force wasn't strong, but it didn't allow her to break free.
Si Yuan was pulled out of the car by him. She staggered a few steps, and because there were too many gravel under her feet, she accidentally twisted her ankle.
Si Yuan gasped in pain.
Song Yan stopped in his tracks and turned around to see that she seemed to be in great pain.
The gloom in his eyes seemed to have been burned by something, fading away instantly, leaving only bewildered heartache.
He glanced back again, still didn't say anything, bent down, and picked her up horizontally.
Si Yuan's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away.
"Song Yan, what exactly do you want to do?"
Song Yan didn't answer, but simply held her and walked quickly toward the old factory buildings deep inside the factory area.
The factory's iron gate was rusted and the paint was peeling off; it creaked when the wind blew.
He skillfully avoided the broken metal on the ground and walked step by step towards the second-floor platform. The rusty stairs creaked and groaned under his feet, as if they might collapse at any moment.
He didn't know where to go, or where else he could go...
It seems there really is no chance anymore.
But he didn't want to be separated from Si Yuan.
Outside the factory, two cars also gave chase.
Jiang Wang's car and Ji Song's car stopped one after the other at the entrance.
Jiang Wang pushed open the car door and practically stumbled out.
Ji Song also got out of the car, his gaze sweeping over Song Yan's car parked by the roadside, then glancing at the dark entrance of the abandoned factory area, and he sneered.
Turning to Jiang Wang, he said, "Is your brother-in-law really crazy? Choosing such a godforsaken place, is he planning to stage a Hong Kong drama?"
Jiang Wang didn't answer. He walked straight over and kicked open the rusty iron door.
He pushed so hard that the wind whipped up dust, making him cough, but he didn't stop and followed the footsteps straight up to the second floor.
Ji Song stood there, watching Jiang Wang's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, and the smile on his face slowly faded.
He took out his phone, paused for a moment on the screen, and then called the police.
He even paused for a moment when he pressed the dial button.
This number was still somewhat unfamiliar to a lawless outlaw like him.
I never imagined that one day I would risk my own life to save a woman.
——
The second-floor platform was unlit, with only a few wisps of light seeping in through the broken windows, barely outlining the shadows of two people.
Song Yan placed Si Yuan on a dusty wooden table, squatted down to look at her ankle, and was abruptly pulled away by Si Yuan as soon as his fingertips touched it.
"Don't touch me!"
Si Yuan's voice trembled, tinged with suppressed sobs, "Song Yan, look at this place, look at yourself now, what do you really want?"
Song Yan looked up, and a wisp of light fell on his face, revealing the bloodshot veins in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but simply took a piece of candy from his pocket. The wrapper was crumpled; it was the kind of fruit candy she loved to eat when she was little. He tried to unwrap it, but his fingertips trembled so badly that he couldn't manage it after several attempts.
"I only want you." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "Xiao Yuan, come back to me. Let's be like we were when we were little, won't that be nice?"
Looking at the candy, Si Yuan suddenly remembered what he had been putting in his pocket before leaving home that morning.
She thought it was something very important that he had specially asked the maid to bring it over, and he kept it close to his body.
In the end, it was just some sugar.
Song Yan coaxed her with a smile, "Xiao Yuan, eating a candy will make the pain go away, okay?"
Si Yuan shook his head.
She didn't understand, she was afraid, and she choked out, "Song Yan, no matter how much candy we eat, we can't go back. Do you even understand that?"
Song Yan locked Si Yuan up for three days. Si Yuan was forced to eat nutritious food every day, but she didn't lose any weight. Instead, Song Yan lost weight.
His eyes were dark and his face was pale. He couldn't eat a single bite of food, and all his former high spirits had vanished.
Like a piece of jade covered in dust.
Si Yuan felt even more upset.
Why did he push himself to this point?
If she can let go, why can't he?
Song Yan smiled and shook his head, slowly getting up and trapping her between himself and the table. He asked her, "Yesterday, I read your diary again. How about we rewrite it later? Haven't we been living happily for the past five years in Haicheng, and for these last three days? Why can't we continue?"
"Only you are happy!"
Si Yuan shattered his wishful thinking and questioned him: "Only you are happy, I am not happy at all! You know that I was once locked up, but you still imprison me by your side. Is this what you call happiness?"
Her gaze turned slightly cold as she asked, "Also, did you lie to me about Lin Shuangyu as well?"
"Did she die or not?"
Song Yan was taken aback, then slowly smiled, a sorrowful smile: "She will die. As long as you come with me, I can be sure she will die!"
Seeing Song Yan like this, and hearing him plan someone's life or death, Si Yuan felt only horror.
He really did... lie to himself!
Lin Shuangyu did not die.
She went to great lengths to get him into prison.
She trusted him so much later, tacitly allowing him to stay by her side for five whole years, yet he saved the person who had bullied her...
The stairs creaked again, followed by hurried footsteps.
Song Yan looked up and saw Jiang Wang's figure appear at the top of the stairs, holding an iron rod in his hand, which he had casually grabbed from downstairs.
He noticed a bruise on her foot and her red eyes, clearly indicating an injury.
"Song Yan, let her go."
Jiang Wang stared at Song Yan, his eyes almost bloodshot, and said, "What the hell kind of brother are you?"
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