Chapter 4 Come and "Sit" at My House

Chapter 4 Come and "Sit" at My House

"drop--"

The sound of the door lock opening was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Si Yuan was stunned.

So, he lives here too?

Jiang Wang turned around, saw her stunned expression, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Neighbor, aren't you going to say hello?"

Si Yuan's ears instantly burned.

Oh, I was just being delusional.

"I..." She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Wang leaned against the door frame, the moonlight gilding him with a silvery edge.

He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Si Yuan, were you just overthinking things again?"

Si Yuan suddenly looked up and met his teasing gaze.

He had figured out his own thoughts again.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

Goodnight, neighbor.

Jiang Wang interrupted her, smiled at her, and turned to go into the house.

Si Yuan let out a long breath the moment the door closed.

What a coincidence...

——

Si Yuan couldn't sleep that night.

She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the occasional sound of the wind outside the window.

Over the past five years, her insomnia has become increasingly severe, and she has to rely on medication to barely fall asleep.

I even ate two pieces tonight.

As dawn broke and the morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, Si Yuan opened her eyes and was surprised to find that a night had passed.

Si Yuan rubbed her sore eyes and got up to wash up.

The person in the mirror was pale, with a faint bluish tinge under their eyes.

She sighed, splashed cold water on her face, and tried to clear her head.

I'm going back to the Song family home at noon to attend a family dinner.

This is the second challenge, and we absolutely cannot afford to fail.

The voices of my adoptive parents on the phone last night sounded both familiar and unfamiliar. Five years had long since built an invisible wall between them.

It was a fleeting kinship anyway.

When her parents' business failed, her father committed suicide, and her mother died of depression, she was adopted by her father's friend when she was ten years old. Si Yuan was already very grateful to have been raised by him.

It's her own fault for being so useless.

Si Yuan snapped out of her reverie and was wondering whether she should make herself a cup of coffee.

There was a short knock on the door.

Si Yuan was startled and subconsciously looked at the surveillance screen at the door.

On the screen, Jiang Wang stood lazily outside the door, wearing a loose black nightgown with the neckline slightly open, revealing a small patch of skin from his collarbone.

Her hair was still a little messy, indicating that she had just woken up.

Si Yuan frowned.

She walked to the door, cautiously opened it a crack, and looked at him warily: "...Is something the matter?"

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes, looking down at her with a lazy smile in his eyes.

"Would I eat people?" he suddenly asked.

Si Yuan was taken aback, then shook her head.

"Then why are you so afraid of me?" He raised an eyebrow.

Si Yuan pursed her lips, thinking to herself—the heir to the largest conglomerate in Haicheng, and the young master of an underground group in Macau, who wouldn't be afraid?

If I had realized his identity earlier, I would never have been so naive as to cling to him as a lifeline.

Jiang Wang seemed to see through her thoughts, chuckled softly, and suddenly asked, "Little neighbor, do you have anything to eat here?"

Si Yuan was clearly somewhat surprised by this seemingly natural act of begging.

She paused for a moment, then shook her head: "...No."

She hasn't had the habit of eating breakfast in a long time.

When she was abroad, she often worked on an empty stomach until noon, and over time, she stopped eating altogether.

Jiang Wang frowned: "After all these years, you still don't eat breakfast?"

Si Yuan paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm sorry, we don't have any ingredients at home."

Jiang Wang stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly said, "I have some at home."

Si Yuan: "...?"

He tilted his head slightly, gesturing, "Come to my house... sit down."

The word "sit" was emphasized by Jiang Wang in a hoarse voice, sounding ambiguous and understated.

It sounds like...doing.

Si Yuan stood behind the crack in the door, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm, her heart tightening slightly.

"Are you coming or not?"

Jiang Wang's words seemed like a trap, or a joke, but the certainty in his eyes told her that he was serious.

"I..." She opened her mouth, the words of refusal swirling on her tongue.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed: "Not coming?"

The tone was as if asking, "Are you afraid to come?"

Or to put it another way: If you don't come, you're doomed.

Si Yuan raised an eyebrow; after all these years, she was still afraid of him.

She sighed inwardly, opened the door, and followed him out.

Outside the door, spring sunshine was bright and the air was fresh after the rain.

There was a feeling that Jiang Wang was leading her out of the room, not just the door, but also an escape from the darkness of the past.

Si Yuan blinked, secretly glancing up at the back of the man who was two heads taller than her, and a corner of her heart softened for a moment.

Jiang Wang's villa was almost twice the size of hers, but the decoration style was completely different.

Pushing open the door, you are greeted by the crisp scent of cedar, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco.

The entire space is dominated by black, white and gray tones, with clean and crisp lines, much like the impression the owner gives off—sharp, restrained, and unapproachable.

"Sit anywhere." Jiang Wang pointed to the living room and walked to the dining table. "The refrigerator is over there, take a look."

Si Yuan's gaze swept across the living room and she saw several expensive coats casually tossed on the sofa. The one on the armrest was the one Jiang Wang had worn yesterday, the one that had caught her hair.

"What are you looking at so intently?" Jiang Wang's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Si Yuan suddenly came to her senses and realized that he had been standing behind her at a very close distance.

She hurriedly stepped forward, somewhat guilty, and said, "N-nothing."

Jiang Wang followed her gaze and looked at the coat. He smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

"Young Master Jiang," Si Yuan said, quickly heading towards the kitchen, changing the subject, "What would you like to eat?"

Jiang Wang followed lazily behind her: "Whatever."

Si Yuan opened the refrigerator and was amazed by the abundant supplies inside.

Fresh fruits and vegetables, high-quality meats, various dairy products... This doesn't look like the refrigerator of a single young master.

She couldn't help but turn around: "Do you usually cook?"

"Prepared by the hourly worker." Jiang Wang leaned against the island counter, casually picking up an apple and tossing it around. "I don't often eat at home."

Si Yuan nodded, picked out a few eggs, bacon, and toast: "How about something simpler?"

"Whatever you like." Jiang Wang took a bite of the apple.

Si Yuan started cooking.

Heat a frying pan, add a little oil, and crack in an egg. The sizzling sound is especially clear in the quiet kitchen.

"you……"

Si Yuan noticed that Jiang Wang was too close, so close that she could touch his chest if she leaned back slightly.

She wanted to remind him, but didn't know how to start.

Jiang Wang has always been very measured and has a strong sense of boundaries in his actions. Even on those nights when they were making deals, he always knew when to stop and didn't reveal any unnecessary emotions.

It's even less likely that they would bestow affection upon someone.

How come now...

"Flip it over."

Jiang Wang reminded her in a low voice.

Si Yuan finally snapped out of her daze and frantically flipped the fried egg over, her heart pounding like crazy.

After all, this scene is quite strange.

They hadn’t seen each other for five years, and this was only their second meeting. They were like longtime partners, sharing a room and making breakfast together.

"Do you want the milk warm?" she tried to change the subject.

"Mmm." Jiang Wang had already stepped back and sat at the dining table, cupping his face in his hands like a primary school student waiting for dinner. "Add honey, I like it sweet."

Si Yuan paused for a moment, then frowned strangely and smiled.

The Jiang family heir, feared by all in Haicheng's business community, surprisingly enjoys drinking honey milk for breakfast.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes.

"It's nothing." Si Yuan pursed her lips, poured the heated milk into a cup, added a spoonful of honey and stirred. "Here you go."

"Sit down." Jiang Wang pointed to the chair opposite him.

Si Yuan hesitated for a moment: "I'm actually not hungry..."

“Little neighbor,” Jiang Wang put down his cup and looked directly into her eyes, “If you make it, you have to eat it. Are you going to waste food?”

His gaze was so sharp, it seemed to see right through her thoughts.

Si Yuan gave up, slowly sat down, and picked up a slice of toast to take small bites.

Jiang Wang ate his meal in silence, neither of them speaking.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows between the two.

For a moment, the only sound was the light clinking of cutlery.

It's so quiet.

Si Yuan surprisingly felt a sense of peace.

...

But the next second, Si Yuan's phone suddenly rang.

It was Song Yan who called.

The phone was placed in the center of the table, so Jiang Wang saw it too.

Jiang Wang stared at the two characters "Song Yan" on Si Yuan's phone screen, his eyes instantly turning cold.

He frowned impatiently and slammed the milk back onto the table.

The commotion was quite loud, and Si Yuan was startled.

Si Yuan is too easily frightened, but Jiang Wang always frightens her.

The phone kept ringing, so Si Yuan had no choice but to answer it: "Hello, brother?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Yan's voice was gentle: "Xiao Yuan, you just returned to the country, and I'm worried it might be inconvenient for you, so I'll have someone pick you up and take you home."