Chapter 172 Jiang Wang hung up the phone
The word "older brother" often represents a sense of security.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever Si Yuan felt most insecure, unhappy, or sick, Song Yan would always be there for her.
Song Yanhui said, "Don't be afraid, your brother is here."
Before that incident, Song Yan had never abandoned her.
At that time, she was ranked only after Song Yan as the heir of the Song family.
But if you asked Song Yan now, he would probably say without hesitation, "Si Yuan is the most important."
"Brother's here, Xiaoyuan, don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you!"
Si Yuan's memory was interrupted, and the sounds she heard in her childhood overlapped with the anxious sounds she heard now, gradually awakening her.
"elder brother……"
"Brother's here!"
"It hurts..."
Song Yan gripped the steering wheel, his whole body trembling.
He was wrong.
He was wrong again.
Why not protect her?
Si Yuan probably already knows what's wrong with her.
If I'm not mistaken, she is indeed pregnant.
"Brother, I want to call Jiang Wang..."
That name instantly shattered Song Yan's thoughts, which had just calmed down.
Is she still thinking about Jiang Wang at this moment?
Song Yan was jealous and heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, all he wanted to do was use every means at his disposal to alleviate Si Yuan's pain.
He said coldly, "Fine."
Then he picked up Si Yuan's phone, found Jiang Wang's number, and pressed the dial button with his fingertips almost turning white from the force.
In Spain, night has just fallen.
The streets of Madrid remain bustling.
Jiang Wang sat by the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel's penthouse suite, the whiskey bottle beside him already half empty.
The restlessness and longing for Si Yuan of the past few days fermented under the influence of alcohol into a dull, heavy fatigue, and Jiang Wang became drowsy.
The phone suddenly rang, and the screen lit up in the dimly lit room, displaying two words—"Si Yuan".
Jiang Wang looked over and became somewhat more sober.
He stared at those two words for a long time, so long that he thought it was a hallucination caused by drinking too much.
Like a kitten whose fur has been stroked, Jiang Wang's gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth even slowly curved upwards.
She finally called.
I finally started thinking about him on my own initiative.
He pressed the answer button almost immediately, his voice tinged with urgency and hoarseness he himself didn't realize: "Hello—"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed only by faint, panting breathing.
Jiang Wang frowned, sensing something was wrong.
"Xiao Yuan? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with unease, the alcohol in his voice replaced by a hint of anxiety.
But just then, another male voice urgently interrupted him—
"Jiang Wang, you..."
It is Song Yan.
Jiang Wang's gaze instantly turned cold, the warmth that had just risen in his eyes was extinguished as if doused with ice water, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
So it turns out... she was with Song Yan.
The phone call took a sudden turn for the worse.
Jiang Wang had had enough.
I'm fed up with Song Yan always following Si Yuan like a shadow, and I'm fed up with Song Yan always being by Si Yuan's side.
...
He didn't give Song Yan a chance to continue speaking, nor did he ask any more questions about Si Yuan's condition, and directly pressed the hang-up button.
The busy signal rang shrilly in Song Yan's ears.
He froze, his hand holding the phone hanging in mid-air.
He turned around and saw Si Yuan huddled in the passenger seat, her body trembling slightly, her face as pale as a sheet of paper, and her lips completely bloodless.
Although she still had a sliver of consciousness, her eyes were half-open, but it was as if all her strength had been drained, and she stared blankly ahead.
She must have heard it.
Hearing Jiang Wang hang up the phone without hesitation.
When this happened, the first person she thought of was Jiang Wang, so she could only call him.
But Jiang Wang died.
This is exactly what he wanted to see. He's been working so hard for so long, all he wanted was for them to break up.
But seeing Si Yuan so despondent, Song Yan's heart clenched, and the pain made it hard for him to breathe.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly again, his knuckles turning white, and his voice was so low it was almost inaudible, with a hoarse tone that sounded like despair: "Siyuan, if the baby can't be saved, don't be too sad."
Perhaps, this is fate.
Fate prevented them from being together, but fate brought him back to her side.
The hospital's emergency room lights shone with a blinding white light, like a sharp knife slicing through the silence of the night.
Si Yuan was rushed into the emergency room by the nurse, and a cold oxygen mask was placed over her mouth and nose.
Tears streamed down her face, silently wetting the stray hairs at her temples.
She heard Jiang Wang hang up the phone.
In that instant, something deep inside me shattered completely.
So, he really didn't like her anymore.
Perhaps we started too quickly back then.
Jiang Wang has always been someone who gets easily carried away. Perhaps he drank too much that night, and those words and promises he made while holding her were just a passing whim.
She believed it, and more than once thought that she had finally found a safe harbor.
Finally, there is someone who loves her and will never give up on her...
——
The morning sunlight streamed through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a slanting glow on Jiang Wang's face.
He frowned, startled by the light; the severe headache from his hangover hadn't subsided, and his temples were throbbing.
For some reason, my heart sank suddenly, and a strong sense of unease wrapped around me like vines, tightening its grip.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
The next second, memories of last night surged back like a tidal wave—
Si Yuan's phone call.
Song Yan's voice.
He hung up the phone.
Then what……
Jiang Wang suddenly sat up in bed, the movement so sudden that he felt dizzy.
He staggered to the bedside table and grabbed his phone.
But the screen was smashed to pieces last night, and now it doesn't respond at all no matter how I press it.
Without a second thought, he rushed out of his room and banged on Fang Yan's door next door.
"Fang Yan! Open the door! Open the door now!"
Fang Yan opened the door sleepily, her hair disheveled and her face still drowsy: "What's wrong? So early in the morning..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wang shoved him away.
Jiang Wang rushed into the room, went straight to the bedside table, and picked up Fang Yan's phone.
"password?"
Fang Yan was puzzled, but seeing the unprecedented panic in Jiang Wang's eyes, she quickly gave him the password.
Jiang Wang's fingers trembled as he entered the password, and the screen unlocked.
He opened his contacts, swiped his finger across the screen, and almost instinctively found the name "Si Yuan" and pressed the dial button.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Jiang Wang's heart sank little by little. He dialed the number again, but it was still the same.
Fang Yan also came to his senses at this moment. He leaned over and saw that the screen displayed Si Yuan's number. His expression immediately changed: "What happened? Has something happened to Si Yuan?"
Jiang Wang's breathing became rapid, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
“Last night… Si Yuan called me, and I heard her with Song Yan, so I… I hung up.”
Fang Yan's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression turned serious: "How could they be together?"
"How should I know!" Jiang Wang was so anxious that he instinctively growled.
But the next second, his voice lowered again, filled with undisguised regret: "But I shouldn't have hung up... Si Yuan must have needed something to call me. She rarely calls me first!"
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