Chapter 67 Song Yan felt sorry for him
The next day, Si Yuan went to the company as usual.
As soon as I got downstairs, I noticed several people staring at me from across the street.
Lin Shuangyu is still putting on a self-inflicted injury act; such blatant behavior could only come from Song Yan's men.
He made everything so clear on the phone yesterday, but he still forced himself to see Lin Shuangyu.
With things having developed to this point, and Lin Shuangyu repeatedly pushing his luck, how could he possibly repent so easily?
She didn't accept it.
It's even less likely that they'd stop retaliating just because of an apology.
Jiang's ambition to swallow the Song family is none of her business, but he said that before that, he would destroy the Lin family first.
She only wants Lin Shuangyu to pay the price.
No, it's not just Lin Shuangyu.
Ding Momo, Wang Cheng, and all those who have wronged her will not escape.
She was initially worried that she wouldn't be able to gather them all in Haicheng, but Lin Shuangyu insisted on having a high school-themed engagement ceremony, which conveniently helped her.
Those people, even if they're not there to congratulate Lin Shuangyu, will definitely come back to see him make a fool of himself.
Si Yuan snapped out of her daze, pretended not to see anything, and went into the company.
Sure enough, as soon as Si Yuan got off work at noon, she saw Song Yan's car.
The car stopped there, and Assistant Qi stood beside it, inviting her to get in.
Si Yuan glanced around; everyone there was from the company. Not wanting to make things too awkward and affect herself, she had no choice but to go over.
She opened the car door, got in, and kept a distance from Song Yan.
Si Yuan turned her head to look out the window.
Even though she no longer felt any attraction to Song Yan, she still couldn't face him as if he were a complete stranger.
After all, she was someone who could cause her pain and despair with just a few words.
Fortunately, Si Yuan no longer likes him.
"Speak your mind, I have a meeting this afternoon."
Song Yan didn't respond; the carriage was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Si Yuan felt something was off and turned to look at him.
But she noticed that his eyes were red and his gaze was fixed on her, as if he was suppressing something.
Before she could speak, Song Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Si Yuan instinctively tried to struggle, but he pressed her down forcefully and rolled up her sleeves.
Several scars of varying depths were clearly visible.
Song Yan didn't speak, but grabbed her other arm, which also had a scar.
Si Yuan panicked and struggled to pull her hand back: "Song Yan, let go!"
He didn't let go; instead, he grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and pressed her against the car window.
He moved closer and trapped her with his body.
Si Yuan was startled. The position was too oppressive and too close. He used one hand to hold her back, preventing her from retreating.
This was the first time Song Yan had been so close to her, yet Si Yuan felt extremely disgusted and afraid.
Si Yuan thought he was about to make a move.
After all, he did hit him.
Almost reflexively, Si Yuan closed her eyes in fear and cowered, trying to hide.
But the next second, Song Yan grabbed her collar with one hand and gently tugged, causing her shoulder line to slip down.
The crisscrossing scars on his back were then revealed.
Various kinds of scars, some so faint they are almost transparent, others still bearing dark marks.
"Are you crazy?!"
Si Yuan panicked completely, pushing him with both hands and feet, her eyes instantly turning red.
Song Yan remained frozen, still controlling her.
My gaze remained fixed on those scars, and my heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, a dull pain spreading throughout it.
His fingertips trembled slightly; he dared not touch them, not even daring to imagine how painful those injuries must have been.
"Who did this?" His voice trembled, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Was it Lin Shuangyu? Or... someone else?"
Si didn't want to say another word to him; she just kept trying to push him away.
Those scars were her nightmares that haunted her for so many years, her shame. He knew all that, so why was he pretending?
We should even be so direct as to expose this and ask her again.
Si Yuan felt embarrassed, wronged, and angry.
Why didn't you tell me?
His voice lowered further, choked with sobs he himself didn't even realize; he was in so much pain he could barely bear it.
"I'm your brother, why aren't you saying anything?"
Si Yuan could no longer bear it. She turned around and glared at him with red eyes.
"Let me go! Don't you know that? Didn't you tacitly approve of all this?"
Si Yuan's words were like knives, piercing Song Yan's heart with precision and ruthlessness.
He abruptly released his grip, his eyes reddening even more, his fingertips still trembling.
Yes, it was his past neglect and indulgence that hurt her so badly.
It was because of him that Si Yuan, who was once innocent and radiant, was transformed into a cold and indifferent one.
To become like him, a person devoid of vitality.
Song Yan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence. He felt his throat tighten and even breathing was painful.
Si Yuan lowered her head, remained silent, and hunched her shoulders, trying to wrap herself tightly in her clothes.
He then realized that Si Yuan might have been frightened, and quickly raised his hand to straighten her disheveled collar.
Si Yuan was startled when she saw his hand placed at his side, and slowly looked up.
Their breaths mingled, their two pairs of reddened eyes met, both trembling.
Then--
Si Yuan raised her hand and slapped Song Yan hard across the face.
Qi, the assistant, and the driver in the front row were both stunned.
He swallowed hard, startled.
When has the heir of the Song family ever been beaten since childhood?
Si Yuan looked at him coldly with red eyes, filled with disgust.
Just like Song Yan once disliked her.
Song Yan turned his face to the side, and several red marks immediately appeared on his usually pale and jade-like cheeks.
The unfamiliar pain burned intensely, yet strangely it dissolved the ache in his heart, making him feel a little better.
These pains are nothing compared to what Si Yuan has endured.
"As long as you don't blame your brother, you can hit him as many times as you want."
"You're not my brother!"
Song Yan's brows furrowed suddenly.
Si Yuan could lash out at him, bare her claws, and even hit him, but...
Such words are absolutely unacceptable.
How can a younger sister not want her older brother?
He grabbed Si Yuan's chin, restrained her, and ordered her, "Take back what you just said."
Si Yuan looked into Song Yan's eyes, which were dark and frightening, as if they could devour her alive.
That remark truly enraged him.
Si Yuan found it laughable.
“We’re not related by blood. Nobody in the world wants you to be my brother, and you’ve tacitly accepted that you don’t care. Now you should take this opportunity to dump me. What are you pretending for?”
This was the first time Song Yan had ever seen Si Yuan so sharp-tongued.
A few words, a few phrases, could shatter his chest into pieces.
"I just want to be your brother."
That's enough if he wants to.
As long as he never crosses that line with his adopted sister, who would dare to say a word?
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