Chapter 32 What kind of medicine is this?

Chapter 32 What kind of medicine is this?

Song Yan knew he had made a mistake that day, leaving Si Yuan there alone.

Even now, he doesn't have the courage to admit that the photos and diary were leaked from him.

But unexpectedly, Si Yuan would have to leave the Song family and herself because of this.

Si Yuan felt puzzled for the first time upon hearing his words.

In the past, it was because Song Yan repeatedly indulged her boundless kindness that she grew to like him more and more.

But after those rumors came out, he became indifferent, as if it were all just Si Yuan's wishful thinking.

"..." She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to call Song Yan now. After thinking for a while, she asked in a very distant manner, "Song Yan, didn't you know that I used to like you?"

Now it was Song Yan's turn to be stunned.

Si Yuan returned to her position.

It turns out that once you dislike someone, everything about them becomes clear and objective.

"You knew back in high school, didn't you? You knew I liked you, and you tried to avoid these feelings at all costs. Besides, you have a fiancée, so it's not appropriate for me to bandage you up."

Song Yan found that statement utterly ridiculous.

For him, his sister bandaging his wounds was nothing special.

"You've only been away for a few days, and you've become so eloquent?"

Si Yuan felt that Song Yan was really strange.

It's his ill-intentioned adopted daughter who's leaving, which would be entirely beneficial to the Song family. What is he so angry about?

"Mr. Song, I think..."

"If you keep calling me President Song, I bet your little design company will be forced to close down in Haicheng."

Si Yuan remained silent.

Song Yan said, "Call me brother."

Si Yuan did not call out.

Only then did Song Yan realize that Si Yuan would no longer call him brother.

This realization was even more shocking than hearing that Si Yuan would never return to the Song family.

The only thing that connected them in this world was a title, but now that title no longer exists.

This was the first time he had realized that Si Yuan actually had a temper.

"Just because your schemes were exposed, you want to run away? The Song family didn't even mind that you caused trouble, yet you're just leaving this mess behind. Do you think you can so easily make up for the losses you caused the Song family by saying you're not a member of the Song family?"

Song Yan rarely said anything harsh.

More often than not, a single glance is enough to leave Si Yuan at a loss and filled with self-doubt.

The series of questions that came out of his mouth had a greater impact than anything else.

Si Yuan was taken aback for a moment. She explained, "That matter wasn't leaked. If it's about me owing the Song family money, then the Song family's previous assets can be used to pay off the debt..."

"What about reputation?"

Song Yan calmed down and looked at Si Yuan coldly.

Since she insisted on making such a scene, he would play along.

“Even if the outside world doesn’t know, all the prominent families who attended the banquet that day do. Mom is worried all day long at home, and Dad is upset at the company. Who will compensate for these losses?”

Si Yuan realized that she had oversimplified everything.

They thought that once the debt was paid off, it would be wiped clean.

However, when she heard Song Yan bring up the topic of interests, she breathed a sigh of relief. If they talked about money, they didn't have to talk about family ties, which at least meant that the debt could be repaid.

Song Yan saw her lower her eyes, her gaze somewhat blank, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were truly afraid, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

He picked up the handkerchief on the table and wrapped it around his hand.

He was just trying to scare her; kids don't know their own strength, and he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to say these things. He didn't really want Si Yuan to compensate him.

He knew that Si Yuan was easily intimidated, so he prepared to give in and offer her a way out.

Unexpectedly, Si Yuan spoke first.

"I don't have that much money right now. Could you please give me a specific amount and a deadline? I'll try my best to raise it, okay?"

Song Yan's expression stiffened for a moment.

Si Yuan didn't show the slightest sign of grievance or submission as he had imagined; she simply looked at him calmly.

"The exact amount?" Song Yan's voice was deep and hoarse, filled with a panic he himself didn't realize. "Si Yuan, do you know what this means?"

This means that Si Yuan truly wants to sever all ties with the Song family.

A single sentence, like a chasm suddenly opened, separated the past ten years of getting along.

Si Yuan glanced down at the tips of her shoes, her fingertips gently clenching the hem of her clothes, her tone still steady: "I know. The Song family raised me for many years. Whether it's damage to my reputation or other expenses, I won't shirk my responsibilities. It's just that I'm currently limited and need some time."

She paused, and when she looked up, she met Song Yan's complicated gaze. "If Mr. Song is not at ease, he can also have a lawyer draft an agreement. I will sign and seal it, and I will never renege on the agreement."

Song Yan felt as if something was gripping his heart tightly, causing a dull, aching pain.

He never imagined that one day Si Yuan would actually talk to him about an agreement, about debts, turning all the affection between them into cold, hard terms.

All the "stepping stones" he had prepared were now stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

He then realized that when she depended on him, he couldn't push her away.

But it turns out it's not that it can't be pushed away forever.

Si Yuan glanced at her watch: "President Song, it's getting late. Do you still want to discuss the details of the engagement ceremony today?"

Song Yan remained silent.

Si Yuan said, "Then I'll be going now."

She got up to leave.

Si wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Pretending to be carefree is exhausting, especially when facing someone you once thought was the most important person in your life.

Si Yuan has said many things today that even she herself can't believe.

But before she could even touch the doorknob, a shadow suddenly loomed over her from behind.

One hand reached out before her, grabbed the doorknob, and slammed it shut.

Si Yuan was startled.

Song Yan tightened his grip on the door, causing the veins to bulge.

He spoke, his usual calm replaced by a burning, uncontrolled intensity: "Stop making a scene, come back to the Song family with me." His voice was even lower. "I'll handle those things. Mom and Dad won't cause you any trouble, and we won't let you suffer in the future."

These words used to please her, but now they only bring her sarcasm.

Song Yan is being too unpredictable today; he was never like this when he was a child.

She pushed his hand away and took a half step back to create some distance: "I wasn't making a scene."

"I will pay back the money I owe the Song family as soon as possible."

Wishing you a successful engagement ceremony.

After Si Yuan finished speaking, she was about to open the door again when Song Yan tried to pull her back, but he only managed to grab Si Yuan's bag.

With a little force, the bag is turned upside down.

The zipper wasn't zipped up, and the contents spilled out with a clatter.

Keys, work ID, lipstick... and a bottle of medicine.

Si Yuan sighed wearily and bent down to pick it up.

Song Yan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself; he didn't mean to.

He crouched down, wanting to help her.

Si Yuan said, "No need."

Just as Song Yanzheng was wondering what to say, his gaze suddenly fell on the bottle of medicine.

He first patted the medicine and picked it up.

The medicine bottle was blank; there was nothing written on it.

"What kind of medicine is this?"