Chapter 33 He threw away her medicine

Chapter 33 He threw away her medicine

"nothing."

Si Yuan reached out to take it, but Song Yan raised his hand, and she couldn't reach it.

"Tell your brother, what is it?"

Si Yuan now feels somewhat disgusted when she hears the word "brother".

She thought that, given Song Yan's feelings and attitude towards her, he would break up with her cleanly.

It turned out to be more troublesome than she had imagined.

"It's none of your business."

"Aren't you afraid of ruining your health by taking medicine so casually?"

Si Yuan was somewhat speechless.

If it weren't for a last resort, who would take so much medicine?

This medication is sent to me monthly from London by my psychiatrist; it's not available in China.

You must eat on time every day.

However, the psychologist was afraid that she would overeat and harm herself, so he strictly controlled the amount of medication sent each time, because Si Yuan could not live without this medication.

"Give it back to me!"

"I won't give it to you unless you tell me."

He's tall, so he certainly has the right to say that.

Si Yuan had no choice but to tell the truth: "Medication for treating depression."

In fact, revealing one's illness is tantamount to another form of torture and self-torture.

She got this disease because of Song Yan.

Song Yan would probably find it even more ridiculous, right?

He might tell Lin Shuangyu about it, and the whole family would sit together and laugh at him.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Song Yan was indeed taken aback for a moment.

He looked into Si Yuan's eyes and clenched the bottle in his hand.

The next second, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Xiaoyuan, do you think you have depression?"

Despite the pain in her heart, Si Yuan admitted again, "Yes, can you give it back to me now?"

"Not funny."

Upon hearing this, Si Yuan's hand froze for a moment, and she looked at Song Yan blankly.

Song Yan looked helpless and said seriously, "You can't follow Shuangyu's example just because she has depression. You can't take this kind of medicine indiscriminately."

Si Yuan's fingertips suddenly turned icy cold, as if frozen in the air.

She stared blankly at Song Yan, forgetting even to breathe.

Does Lin Shuangyu also suffer from depression?

Could a woman as vicious and arrogant as her also suffer from depression?

But what does it have to do with me?

She was tormented by Lin Shuangyu so much that she attempted suicide several times and nearly died in London.

Now even having this disease is being used to say that I'm imitating her?

If she had a choice, why would Si Yuan want to get this disease?

She was tormented by this illness countless times, unable to breathe, unable to hear loud noises, and feeling like she was sinking into a quagmire over the smallest things...

A dry feeling welled up in her throat, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Song Yan continued, his tone impatient: "I know you don't like her, but don't try to compare yourself to her like this, it's pointless."

He gripped the medicine bottle tighter in his hand, the plastic casing making a soft cracking sound.

Si Yuan suddenly felt tired, so tired that she didn't even have the strength to argue.

She looked at him, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes went out.

"I didn't imitate her." The voice was extremely soft, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

Song Yan didn't listen to him. Instead, he frowned and said, "Xiao Yuan, I didn't want to reopen Shuang Yu's wounds in front of you, but this kind of illness is not something to joke about... You weren't like this before."

The word "before" pierced Si Yuan's heart like a needle.

What was she like before? She used to revolve around him and treat his words as gospel.

Even if she is wronged, she will smile and say, "Brother, I'm fine."

But so what?

She lowered her eyes, no longer looking at him: "Give me back my medicine."

His tone was flat, devoid of any emotion, only a numb calm.

Seeing her like this, Song Yan felt somewhat displeased and began to suspect that she was not doing these things because she was abandoned that night, but rather that she was deliberately targeting Lin Shuangyu.

"Don't take medicine randomly anymore."

He raised his hand and threw the medicine bottle directly out the window.

The plastic bottle flew in an arc and landed with a thud in the flower bed downstairs.

Si Yuan suddenly looked up, and emotions finally appeared in her eyes: shock, anger, and a trace of despair.

"Song Yan!" she called him by his full name, her voice trembling.

That was the medicine that kept her alive.

It's a medication that the doctor repeatedly emphasized I couldn't stop taking.

Song Yan, however, threw it away casually, as if it were trash.

Looking at her reddened eyes, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.

But he still said defiantly, "I told you, don't follow Shuangyu's example. You're not sick, this kind of medicine will make you sick."

Si Yuan didn't say anything more, nor did she look at him again. She turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

——

Jiang Wang's aunt is having her birthday today, and the whole family is gathered together.

Jiang Wang leaned lazily against the table, listening to a group of elders chatting happily while eating sunflower seeds.

His aunt came over and pinched his cheek: "Oh my, Wangwang is getting more and more handsome!"

Jiang Wang frowned uncomfortably: "Auntie, I've already taken over the company, can you please stop calling me by my childhood nickname?"

Auntie opened her eyes wide and smiled: "Even if you take over the company again, you'll still be called Wangwang. Isn't it cute to call someone Wangwang?"

Jiang Wang frowned and picked at his ear.

He saw a dish being served, which was Si Yuan's favorite.

Jiang Wang snapped his fingers, pointed at the dish, and said to the waiter, "That one, pack it to go."

Jiang's mother clicked her tongue: "No manners! You haven't even touched your chopsticks yet! This is your aunt's birthday banquet. It's one thing to be late, but..."

Jiang Wang said, word by word, "This is packed for your future daughter-in-law."

Jiang's mother: "..."

"That's all."

Jiang chuckled twice, just as he expected.

Jiang's mother and aunt exchanged a glance, and everyone at the table was actually a little surprised.

Jiang Wang has never had a girl by his side all these years.

Hearing Jiang Wang say that he had a future daughter-in-law, Jiang's mother was quite excited.

"Why didn't you bring that girl along so we could meet her?"

Jiang Wang took the package and glanced at his phone.

Si Yuan said he would meet the client at this hotel in half an hour, otherwise he would never have come.

"She's busy with her career, you guys take your time eating."

With that, he swaggered away.

Jiang's mother realized that he had only come this time to bring some food for that girl...

But she was still incredibly happy.

It seems my son really likes this little girl!

Jiang Wang went downstairs, leaned against the car, and waited for Si Yuan to finish her work.

He didn't want to disturb her work, so he just waited.

Jiang Wang held a cigarette between his fingers, lit it, and kept his gaze fixed on the exit of the restaurant.

The moment he saw Si Yuan, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette and went to greet her.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that her complexion was off, her expression was dazed, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Her clenched fingers were white, and even her shoulders were trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?"

He spoke in a very gentle voice and reached out to help her.

Si Yuan didn't take it, but walked straight towards the flower bed.

His steps were unsteady, and his eyes were fixed on a certain spot.

Jiang Wang followed and saw a plastic bottle rolling in the mud.

It's a medicine bottle.

His brow furrowed sharply, and his voice was hoarse: "Who threw this?"

Si Yuan slowly said, "Song Yan."

Jiang Wang lightly touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue; it was him.

Si Yuan crouched down, but it was too far for her to reach, and tears suddenly streamed down her face.

She didn't cry out loud, but her shoulders trembled even more violently.

Jiang Wang didn't ask any more questions. He pulled her up, took a big step, and picked up the medicine bottle for her himself.

When my fingertips touched her hand, it was as cold as ice.

"Get in the car first."

He put the medicine bottle in his pocket and helped her up.

Si Yuan did not resist and let him help her walk towards the car.

Si Yuan had just gotten into the car when Song Yan chased after her from upstairs.

He searched everywhere but couldn't find Si Yuan.

But then he saw Jiang Wang.

What's he doing here?