Chapter 92 Jiang Wang is too good at it

Chapter 92 Jiang Wang is too good at it

The snow continued to fall heavily, and as darkness fell, the lights in the manor lit up one by one, casting a warm glow in the snow.

Si Yuan stood in the courtyard, reaching out to catch the falling snowflakes.

The cool touch melted in her palm, reminding her of the things her mother had told her when she was a child.

She said that the snow in Beijing in winter is more beautiful than the snow anywhere else.

"cold."

Suddenly, a warm hand reached out from behind her, gently grasped her wrist, and pulled her back with a familiar force.

"Your hands are so cold, why did you come out to get some fresh air?"

He put her hands into his coat pockets and wrapped his other arm around her waist, letting her press herself against his chest for warmth.

"Jiang Wang, the snow is so beautiful," Si Yuan said softly, her eyelashes covered with fine snowflakes. "My mother was right, the snow in the capital is truly the most beautiful I've ever seen."

Jiang Wang gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "If you like it, why don't you stay here? We're not going back to Haicheng."

Si Yuan's body stiffened slightly.

She...cannot agree.

Those videos that Yu Qingfang held in her hands, those relics that carried her parents' last memories, she had to get them back.

This time, however, she will not let herself be manipulated like before—at worst, she will fight to the death.

"Jiang Wang".

"Um?"

She suddenly turned around, tiptoed, and placed a light kiss on his lips.

Snowflakes landed on their intertwined eyelashes, melting into tiny water droplets.

Jiang Wang paused for a moment, then held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, landing on their embracing figures, as if to drape them in a pure white wedding dress.

A black sedan was parked quietly in the snow beside a tree-lined road not far away.

The car windows were tightly closed, and the heating was on full blast, but it couldn't dispel the chill that gripped Song Yan's body.

He sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the two people embracing in the courtyard, his knuckles turning white.

He saw his younger sister, whom he had protected since childhood, kiss Jiang Wang on her own initiative.

The dependence and love contained in that kiss were genuine; they were something he had never received before.

Song Yan felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Anger, resentment, and a hint of panic that he himself was unwilling to admit surged in his chest.

For a fleeting moment, Song Yan almost pushed open the car door and rushed out to snatch Si Yuan back from Jiang Wang's side.

That's his sister, someone he wants to protect. How can he just leave her with someone else like that?

But in the end, he just slumped back into his seat.

That might make her hate herself even more, right?

"Young Master..." the driver asked cautiously, "Do you want to go back?"

Song Yan did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on the two people embracing in the snow until their figures were blurred by the swirling snowflakes.

"I'm not going back." He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and stubborn. "I'm going to wait for Xiaoyuan to come back to Haicheng with me, to come back to our home."

The driver was taken aback: "But Madam specifically instructed that..."

"I said, I'm waiting for Xiaoyuan!"

Song Yan suddenly raised his voice, then closed his eyes wearily, "This time I won't let her face those things alone again. I will be with her, whether she believes it or not."

What happened last time will not happen again.

Song Yan actually regretted it.

He never imagined that just one moment of backing down would mean Si Yuan would never come back.

If he were given another chance, if Si Yuan could trust him again and choose to stand by his side, he would never abandon her again.

The snow was still falling outside the window, leaving streaks of water on the car window.

Song Yan could clearly hear his own heartbeat, heavy and weak, as if it were about to be completely swallowed up by the swirling snow.

——

Late at night, Jiang's mother came out to see Si Yuan and Jiang Wang off.

As Jiang's mother gradually warmed up to him, one could vaguely discern from her words who Jiang Shu had inherited her fiery temper from.

She affectionately and warmly pulled Si Yuan along, touched Si Yuan's face, and invited Si Yuan to visit often.

"If Wangwang bullies you, you must tell me!"

Si Yuan nodded: "Okay, Auntie."

Jiang Wang held up an umbrella to shield Si Yuan from the snow, standing behind her.

Seeing how worried his mother was about him, he sighed casually.

He seemed to laugh out of anger.

But when he saw Si Yuan agree, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

This shows that she trusts her mother very much.

Before arriving, Si Yuan was not the only one who was nervous.

Jiang Wangsheng was afraid that Si Yuan would be afraid of seeing strangers, feel pressured, and be frightened.

Unexpectedly, she also liked her mother very much.

Seeing that Jiang's mother was still talking non-stop and was about to pull Si Yuan into continuing the conversation, Jiang Wang smiled helplessly and said, "Mom, it's too cold. I'll go back with Xiao Yuan first."

Jiang's mother frowned: "Look at my brain, do you want to come in and chat for a while before you leave? I told you to stay, but you wouldn't. Does this big villa need two more rooms?"

Jiang Wang quickly interrupted, "No, thank you."

He glanced at Si Yuan; she had snowflakes hanging from her head, all fluffy, and he liked her very much.

Jiang Wang knew his mother all too well.

He was afraid she would come to his room at night to eavesdrop and scare Si Yuan again.

"Alright, you can go back now, we're leaving."

Jiang Wang said goodbye to his mother and helped Si Yuan into the car.

The car slowly drove onto the road back.

Jiang Wang turned his head to look at Si Yuan and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Si Yuan blinked and commented earnestly, "Your mother is very hospitable, and the dumplings are delicious."

Jiang's mother and Yu Qingfang are completely different.

She wouldn't constantly give Jiang Wang a cold shoulder to correct his carefree posture, she spoke gently to the servants, she would personally cook dumplings for him, she cared about what he liked, and she even said that his hands were perfect for playing the piano.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's eyes lit up with pleasure, and he turned up the music volume.

It's a song called "Big City, Small Love".

Then, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he began to hum along.

Si Yuan was stunned; it was the first time she had ever heard Jiang Wang sing.

I never expected it to sound so good.

My mind is filled with you, my heart is filled with you.

Small acts of love are so sweet in the big city.

All I think about is you, everything about you.

My small love in this big city is only for you.

When he sang these lines, Jiang Wang turned around and looked at Si Yuan.

Just like what he wanted to say to her.

Si Yuan smiled, her gaze falling on the rapidly receding snowscape outside the window.

The glow of the streetlights spread out in the snow, like floating moons.

——

Jiang Wang was handling work in his study.

Si Yuan took a hot shower and had just returned to her room when she received a message from an unknown number.

"I'll wait for you outside. We'll go home at dawn."

Even though she had blocked Song Yan, she could still tell from his tone that it was him.

She walked to the window, pulled back the curtains a crack, and looked outside.

The black car was hidden in the darkness.

Just now, this car was also outside the Jiang family mansion.