Chapter 89 We're a Perfect Match

Chapter 89 We're a Perfect Match

Si Yuan frowned and gently patted Jiang Wang's hand: "You're talking nonsense again."

Jiang Wang seized her wrist and pulled her into his arms: "My sister has never followed the usual path. It's not impossible that she's suddenly started liking women after not dating for so many years."

He lowered his head and rubbed Si Yuan's head. "I'll have to be careful."

"Don't talk to your sister like that," Si Yuan pushed him away.

Jiang Wang looked incredulous: "You're already protecting her like this after only spending one day together? What about the past six months?"

Si Yuan was amused by him and deliberately said, "At least you tried."

“No!” Jiang Wang suddenly became serious. “I admit my sister is great, but you still have to be good enough for someone better like me.”

He solemnly counted on his fingers, "My sister is getting old, her physical strength isn't what it used to be, she's too domineering, and she's greedy..."

"You're getting more and more outrageous! I'll tell your sister if you're not careful!"

Jiang Wang laughed for a while, then suddenly calmed down.

He gently stroked the scar on the inside of Si Yuan's wrist with his fingertips: "My sister is indeed crazy, but when it comes to bitches, you really have to be as crazy as my sister."

Si wished she had even a third of Jiang Shu's recklessness.

She leaned into Jiang Wang's arms, her voice softening slightly: "Today Lin Shuangyu said... I approached you with a purpose. I didn't refute it at the time, because that was indeed the case from the beginning."

Jiang Wang rested his chin on the top of her head, his tone relaxed: "I know."

He took the opportunity to kiss her forehead again: "So, what about now?"

"I..." Si Yuan pursed her lips, thought seriously for a long time, and tried to find something in her heart similar to the feeling she once had for Song Yan.

For example, the intense, heart-pounding attention.

For example, he pays extra attention to the things he cares about.

For example, I always want him to smile at me.

But these cautious feelings just didn't feel right when applied to Jiang Wang.

Is it because I don't like him?

Si Yuan didn't want to deceive Jiang Wang, so she confessed, "My feelings seem to be dead. I don't know what it means to like someone, and I don't have those feelings for you."

Jiang Wang's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

But he seemed to have expected it, and quickly relaxed: "It's okay, I don't believe I can't earn a proper title for myself."

Seeing that Si Yuan was still sullen, he added with a smile, "If I really can't earn it... then I'll try again later."

Si Yuan was finally brought back to her senses by his words and whispered, "I don't know if I like you... but seeing you happy makes me a little happy too."

Jiang Wang's eyes lit up instantly, and a heartfelt joy welled up inside him.

So he picked Si Yuan up and spun her around: "That's enough!"

"Put me down!" Si Yuan exclaimed.

"I won't let go." Jiang Wang carried her towards the bedroom. "It's fine if you don't like me. After all, just the fact that you don't like me is enough for me to play with all night."

Si Yuan's eyes widened: "Jiang Wang, can't you think of anything else?"

"No." Jiang Wang said confidently.

Si Yuan was placed on the bed by him, but Jiang Wang simply held her gently.

Night fell through the gaps in the curtains, casting a dim shadow on his sharply defined profile.

"Si Yuan".

Before we started, he suddenly called her by her full name very seriously, "You don't need to rush to figure out your feelings. I have plenty of patience to wait for you."

He ran his fingers through her hair. "But there's one thing you have to remember—"

"Whether you like me or not, I will never let anyone hurt you again."

His voice turned serious, "Song Yan won't do, the Song family won't do, nobody will do."

Si Yuan felt a lump in her throat and buried her face in his chest.

Jiang Wang's faint, cool mint scent enveloped her, giving her a strange sense of peace.

"What if... what if I can never love you like a normal person would?"

Jiang Wang chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly: "That's perfect, I'm not exactly a normal person when I go crazy."

He lowered his head, found her lips, gently touched them, and said indistinctly, "We're a match made in heaven."

——

When Si Yuan woke up in the morning, the seat next to her was already empty.

Jiang Wang has been very busy since returning to the capital. There are many things to deal with at the group, and he basically leaves early and returns late every day.

But every time he came back, he would heat up a cup of milk for Siyuan.

Before leaving in the morning, I would also prepare breakfast for Siyuan.

Si Yuan could already smell the aroma of toast.

She smiled vaguely.

As Si Yuan got up and walked towards the bathroom, she opened her phone.

The screen displayed more than a dozen missed calls.

All of these calls were from Yu Qingfang in the middle of the night.

Si Yuan stared at that familiar name for a few seconds, then suddenly felt a little dazed.

In the past, she would have panicked and called back immediately, afraid that even a second's delay would displease her adoptive mother.

But now, she felt so calm that there wasn't even a ripple in her heart, and she even crossed out the notification.

Actually, there were still some things she didn't finish saying to Jiang Wang last night.

Although she said she didn't care about Jiang Wang as much as she had cared about Song Yan, which was true, there was actually a second part to her statement—

That kind of unforgettable, heart-stirring feeling no longer exists for Song Yan.

It was like a high fever that had just subsided, leaving no trace of warmth.

——

Haicheng, Song family.

Yu Qingfang stood in the study, her eyes adorned with heavy dark circles.

She didn't sleep all night.

The two sentences Song Yan suddenly uttered on the phone last night felt like a knife hanging over her heart.

She sensed something was wrong.

Song Yan has always been a child who understands the big picture and knows his limits. He would never say a word that would be out of line, let alone do anything wrong.

He blamed himself, as a mother, for letting Si Yuan leave him...

Yu Qingfang couldn't help but feel scared.

What angered her even more was that Si Yuan dared not answer her calls.

In the capital, what exactly did Si Yuan do to Song Yan?

What exactly happened in those places that slipped out of her control?

Lin Shuangyu was right; Si Yuan had indeed grown too big for her britches.

"Okay, very good."

One or two of them wouldn't listen to her.

These children are all pressuring her.

Yu Qingfang gave a cold laugh, gazing at the dark clouds outside, seemingly lost in thought.

She suddenly turned around and opened her safe.

After searching for a while, I took out an old-fashioned DV camera.

——

Si Yuan was drawing design drafts in her study when her phone suddenly vibrated.

She glanced at it; it was a video sent by Yu Qingfang.

Even though it was just a thumbnail, Si Yuan still felt the image was very familiar.

He hesitated for a few seconds with his fingertip hovering above the screen, but finally clicked to open it.