Chapter 19 What's on your neck?

Chapter 19 What's on your neck?

Si Yuan shook her head calmly, her tone indifferent.

There's absolutely no need for that.

But she still felt a warmth in her heart.

Even if you think you don't care about someone you care about, you'll forget the pain once you receive a little kindness from them.

It turned out he hadn't completely forgotten his own thoughts; he actually took her to buy a new one.

"No need, brother. I already said yesterday that I was just joking with you guys."

A sly thought crossed her mind—since Lin Shuangyu didn't keep the necklace in the end anyway, there was no need for her to dwell on it anymore.

Song Yan had no intention of stopping there. He changed the subject, saying, "It's alright. I haven't decided on my wedding ring yet. Come with me to take a look and give me some ideas."

The words "wedding ring" were like fine needles, gently pricking Si Yuan's heart.

Her gaze suddenly froze, the gentle warmth that had just risen in her eyes shattered, and it took her a long time to recover.

She didn't want to go, so she whispered an excuse: "I have to go to work today, I might not have time..."

"You don't need to worry about work." Song Yan interrupted her directly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I've met your company's chairman before, I'll just put in a good word for you."

Si Yuan's heart tightened. She had just asked her supervisor for leave, and if Song Yanzhen called, her lie would be exposed immediately.

He's the older brother; he just wants his younger sister to accompany him when choosing an engagement ring, which sounds perfectly reasonable.

But if she lies, she becomes the one with suspicious intentions.

She couldn't refuse any longer, so she could only softly say "Mmm" as a form of agreement.

Once inside the car, Song Yan closed the door exceptionally gently this time.

He got into the car, paused for a moment while fastening his seatbelt, looked at Si Yuan, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You seem to be easily frightened now."

What he really wanted to ask was whether Si Yuan had suffered any injustices during the years she lived alone abroad.

Si Yuan's fingertips twitched, but she didn't respond to his question, deliberately changing the subject: "Brother, what kind of ring do you want to buy?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and he forgot all his earlier worries about Si Yuan.

He smiled, but he wasn't really sure what to do: "I just want to give Shuangyu a surprise, so it has to be amazing."

——

Given Song Yan's status, his purchase of jewelry was naturally different from that of others.

VIP room.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm glow, and the jeweler gently placed a velvet-covered tray on the coffee table, displaying a dazzling array of high-end jewelry.

Song Yan rested his fingertips on the sofa armrest and looked at Si Yuan: "Let's see if there's anything you like."

Si Yuan touched the edge of the tray with her fingertips, her gaze sweeping over the dazzling jewelry.

Not really interested, I just picked out a freshwater pearl necklace: "This is fine, simple."

Song Yan didn't try to persuade him further.

He then pushed the tray of rings in front of her and said, "Then help me take a look at this one too."

It's a diamond ring.

Diamonds of all shapes and sizes, perfectly cut, sparkle brilliantly.

Song Yan said, "If Shuangyu knew that you and I picked out the ring together, she would definitely be very happy. Otherwise, she will always feel that you are still holding a grudge about things from when we were little."

Si Yuan's gaze was indifferent; she didn't speak, but simply nodded.

Looking down, her long hair always blocked her view.

Si Yuan felt it was in the way, so she casually grabbed the end of her hair and pulled it back.

Song Yan was sitting next to her, picking things out together, when he glanced at her sideways and his gaze lingered.

She has indeed grown up in the past five years.

She has shed the timidity of her childhood, and her eyes and brows now possess a more relaxed beauty, which in turn makes her more confident.

He curled his lips into a smile, about to look away, but the smile suddenly froze on his face, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Under the light, there was a very faint pink mark on the left side of Si Yuan's fair neck.

The shape was indistinct, but it was clearly a hickey.

Song Yan's fingers gripped the sofa armrest tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

He stared at the hickey, as if he had seen something glaringly offensive, and his tone instantly turned cold: "What's that on your neck?"

Si Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her neck.

She forgot that last night... Jiang Wang bit her.

The lighting was too dim back then, so no one saw it, but now the VIP room is brightly lit, making any traces particularly noticeable.

The jeweler sensed something was amiss, gripped the tray tightly, and wisely took a half-step back, subtly minimizing his presence.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Yan's face darkened even more. He completely forgot that she was scared and frightened, and his tone was filled with suppressed anger: "Who were you with last night?"

He recalled that Si Yuan would rather leave early than return to the Song family last night, and her unusually flushed face this morning. When he saw this hickey, the doubts in his heart instantly twisted into knots.

Si Yuan's fingertips were icy cold, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Song Yan was always refined and proper, but precisely because he was always self-disciplined and followed the rules, when he got angry, it was like a thunderbolt.

"No, I didn't hurt anyone... I just accidentally bumped into something."

"A bump?" Song Yan sneered, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes coldly. "Do you think your brother is a fool? What Si Yuan? You're getting bolder and bolder, even daring to lie to me?"