Chapter 10 So Cute!

Chapter 10 So Cute!

Si Yuan got home very late.

My stomach feels empty. I only had a cup of coffee this afternoon, and now it hurts a bit. I'm so hungry my chest feels tight.

She curled up on the sofa, intending to order takeout, but as soon as she entered, she saw Song Yangang's post on WeChat Moments.

Lin Shuangyu stood in front of the dressing mirror in her wedding dress, and Song Yan's figure was faintly visible in the mirror.

She stared at the photo for a long time before finally giving it a gentle thumbs up.

Si Yuan was about to take a shower and had just put her phone down.

Suddenly, it rang again.

The words "Song Yan" were displayed on the screen.

Si Yuan's fingers froze in mid-air. She wanted to pretend she hadn't seen it and planned to walk away.

But the ringing persisted for a long time.

Si Yuan was afraid he might have something urgent, so she answered the phone: "Hello, brother?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Yan's voice was lower than usual, with a hint of hoarseness. He sounded weary.

"Get ready to rest." Si Yuan thought for a moment, then said politely, "Sister-in-law's wedding dress is really beautiful. Brother has excellent taste."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Lin Shuangyu insisted on using my phone to send it."

Si Yuan didn't know why he was explaining this.

It's not unusual for someone to use their fiancé's phone to post something on social media.

Song Yan's tone was somewhat unsteady, with a drawn-out ending, which sounded off.

He suddenly asked again, "Do you like this kind of wedding dress?"

Si Yuan was taken aback, only then realizing the drunkenness in his voice.

Because his mother was strict, Song Yan never touched alcohol.

"Brother, where are you? I'll ask your wife to come pick you up..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Si Yuan assumed it was takeout.

I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly.

She rubbed her aching stomach and went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Si Yuan froze on the spot, her phone still pressed against her ear.

Jiang Wang stood outside the door, wearing a loose black knitted sweater, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Both of them were carrying food boxes.

Seeing her lost in thought, Jiang Wang frowned and went straight to the point: "What are you looking at? Eat."

With that, he went straight into the house.

On the phone, Song Yan seemed to snap out of his daze for a moment, and he slowly asked, "Whose voice is that?"

"Yes, it's takeout."

Then he hung up the phone.

Jiang Wang stopped, turned around, looked at her, smiled, and said nothing.

He muttered to himself, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "Yes, I'm a delivery person..."

Jiang Wang opened the food box and took out the dishes one by one.

The aroma of the food box filled the room.

Si Yuan remembered; this was her favorite private restaurant from her student days.

Since starting antidepressants, Si Yuan's sense of taste has deteriorated, and she hasn't had any interest in food for a long time.

But at this moment, the long-lost aroma wafted over, along with her favorite sweet fermented rice balls, and Si Yuan's stomach betrayed her by letting out a growl.

Jiang Wangzheng was setting out the dishes with his head down.

He casually rolled up the sleeves of his black sweater to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms, and handed her the chopsticks: "Want to try some?"

Si Yuan didn't take it, but stared at his well-defined knuckles: "What...do you mean by this?"

Jiang Wang paused for a moment and looked up at her.

"You didn't get to eat, and neither did I. We live so close, can't we just share a meal?"

Living life?

Si Yuan's eyes widened immediately.

"Or are you afraid your brother will find out that your delivery driver is so handsome?"

Si Yuan turned her face away, her ear tips burning slightly red.

"No, I didn't."

Jiang Wang chuckled softly, withdrew his hand, and casually placed a piece of fish into her bowl.

In a single word: "Eat".

Si Yuan pursed her lips, sat down, and obediently ate.

She stole a glance at Jiang Wang.

The warm yellow light of the restaurant fell on Jiang Wang's brow bone, making his features appear exceptionally gentle.

He can be so peaceful and warm.

It started raining outside the window sometime earlier, and the raindrops tapped on the glass like a heartbeat with a disordered rhythm.

——

The private room was filled with smoke.

Song Yan loosened his tie and held the yellowed brown paper bag between his knuckles.

Empty whiskey bottles lay scattered on the floor, their glass condensed with ice crystals.

The phone lit up and then went dark again.

After Si Yuan inexplicably hung up on him, no one answered when he called back.

In the past, his phone wouldn't ring once, and he could hear Si Yuan's clear voice calling him: Song Yan.

Song Yan!

Her voice is very sweet.

That was the only disordered note in his life of self-discipline and ritual for more than ten years.

At first, he thought about setting things right.

But then he wondered, must his life be so conventional and predictable?

Si Yuan is the only exception.

No one answered the phone.

Has the little guy's temper become so bad after just one trip abroad?

Song Yan suddenly smiled and pulled out a photo of herself and her from the brown paper bag.

"Are you still angry? You're being naughty."

They're getting more and more disobedient.

Once she went abroad, she didn't contact her brother for five years.

Seeing that he seemed preoccupied, his friend Zheng Qinyun put down her wine glass, sat down next to him, and asked, "You're about to get engaged, and you're acting all melancholic. Do you know what kind of person you are?"

Song Yan looked at him.

Zheng Qinyun said, "It's like being unable to let go of your white moonlight!"

Song Yan closed his eyes and smiled, then opened them again and said, "Go to hell."

Zheng Qinyun also smiled.

He found it strange, took out his phone, and muttered, "Why isn't Jiang Wang coming? It's been so long since we've all gotten together."

"Busy with business, huh?" someone nearby said. "Among us, he's probably the most influential one. He took over as the second-in-command of the group right after graduation, and his grandfather is a high-ranking official in Beijing. He was born into a completely different social class from us."

Zheng Qinyun nodded: "I'll still make a call and curry favor with him, so that he can take care of the Zheng family in business in the future."

The phone rang for quite a while.

It got suspended once in the middle.

But Zheng Qinyun, shameless as ever, insisted on calling the person over no matter what.

That's when the call connected.

"Hello?"

"Young Master Jiang, Ayan is getting married soon. Didn't we say we'd get together tonight?"

Jiang Wang's voice was cold: "Busy."

"Hey, what are you busy with?"

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Wang sat on the sofa, his gaze slowly falling on the person opposite him.

Si Yuan was eating intently with her head down.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, a tiny, soft, white ball that could fill her mouth with just a little dumpling—she was incredibly cute.

"Busy...delivering takeout."

After saying that, he hung up the phone again.

Zheng Qinyun was still stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

Everyone looked at him and asked what he was saying.

Zheng Qinyun shrugged and said, "He said he's delivering food!"

Everyone was completely confused.

Only Song Yan opened his eyes, and his muddled pupils gradually became clear.

He remembered that Si Yuan had just knocked on the door saying she was delivering takeout.

Where is he?

Zheng Qinyun: "He didn't say."

No, it won't.

How did Xiao Yuan come to know Jiang Wang?

How could Jiang Wang possibly be with Xiao Yuan?

These two people... are from completely different worlds.

Song Yan sat back down and remained silent for a long time.

He felt that this time, he seemed to be having all sorts of absurd thoughts about things related to Si Yuan.