Chapter 93 Standoff

Chapter 93 Standoff

Si Yuan found it somewhat ridiculous.

Song Yan's appearance made it seem as if he wanted to join forces with me and was determined to fight against Yu Qingfang together.

Ke Siyuan would never believe him again.

If you fall into the same pit your whole life and finally manage to climb out, why would you turn back and fall into it a second time?

Si Yuan will never forget the words Song Yan said to Yu Qingfang that day when he compromised for his own benefit.

It was at that moment that Si Yuan suddenly realized that the person she had liked for so long was nothing special.

Cowardly, incompetent, and cunning.

They'll agree to your request one second, and betray you the next.

But soon, a second message arrived.

"Xiao Yuan, believe in your brother one last time."

It seems that people only realize whether interests or people are more important when they realize that this person will actually leave them.

But by the time Song Yan realized what was happening, it was too late.

Regardless of whether she was his sister or something else, Song Yan couldn't accept this person leaving him.

She even felt that Si Yuan was more important than everything she currently possessed.

He dared not think about the underlying reasons.

I'm afraid... it might be because I like Si Yuan.

This answer is far too frightening.

The world will not tolerate this.

He wanted to first take Si Yuan away from Jiang Wang, and then treat her with all his heart, as long as they could go back to how they were before.

She doesn't like him getting married or dating, so he won't get married or date.

As long as she doesn't want to date or get married.

They could absolutely live like a family, supporting each other for the rest of their lives.

To be brother and sister forever.

But Si Yuan didn't reply to any of them.

But Song Yan wasn't in a hurry.

Due to the blizzard, all flights from Haicheng back to Beijing will be delayed, so Si Yuan will have to go back with me.

Just as Si Yuan was about to block that number again, a third message suddenly came in.

"You're sleeping in the same room?"

Song Yan noticed that only one light was on in the bedroom.

He was reluctant to admit, and unwilling to believe, that they had actually reached the point of living together.

Si Yuan wondered why Song Yan was worrying about these things at this time.

Does he really intend to discipline her as her older brother at this point?

Without hesitation, Si Yuan turned off her phone.

She tried to book a flight, only to find that all flights had suspended ticket sales.

Driving back by myself isn't really practical...

"Are you going back to Haicheng?"

Jiang Wang's voice suddenly came from behind.

Si Yuan turned around, and Jiang Wang was already standing behind her, his slender fingers gently taking her phone away.

He glanced down at the screen, his brows furrowing slightly.

Why the sudden urge to go back?

Si Yuan nodded, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes: "I need to go back to the Song family to get some things."

Jiang Wang frowned even more, his knuckles tapping lightly on the edge of his phone: "Why didn't you tell me? What could be so important? Couldn't you have just had Zhou Ling go get it?"

"It's safer for me to go back myself."

Si Yuan avoided his gaze: "Don't worry, it's nothing."

Jiang Wang's gaze fell on the shallow scar on her wrist, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

The scars on her hands are likely related to this incident.

So that's why.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and pulled her into his arms: "Okay. I'll have someone send a car to take you back."

Si Yuan leaned against his chest and nodded gently: "I will come back."

"No." Jiang Wang cupped her face and kissed the tip of her nose. "Wait for me, I will come to pick you up myself."

Si Yuan's heart softened, and her restless heart finally seemed to settle down and become at peace.

She tiptoed and kissed him. Jiang Wang then deepened the kiss.

The two figures stood by the window, their intertwined shadows cast on the curtains, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Downstairs, Song Yan stared intently at the window, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Is it jealousy?

Song Yan knew that this was jealousy, and also hatred.

Jiang Wang destroyed the person he cared about most.

——

The next morning, the snow gradually stopped, and the sky revealed a hazy, gray light.

The car arranged by Jiang Wang was already waiting at the door.

He wrapped the scarf around her neck, smoothed her dark hair, and said, "I'll come find you after the snow stops and I'm done with what I'm doing here."

Si Yuan knew that Jiang Wang really liked her hair.

When they first met again, her hair got caught on his clothes, and he played with it between his fingers.

Later, when they got to bed, he was even more enamored with it.

It's unbelievable that someone would be so fond of another person that they even adore their hair.

Si Yuan said, "Okay."

Jiang Wang's gaze paused for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Let's get the marriage certificate as soon as we get back?"

Si Yuan's smile faltered slightly.

Jiang Wang rarely takes things this seriously.

Si Yuan smiled and nodded: "When you come back, we'll get our marriage certificate and get married."

When Jiang Wang heard her say that, he felt a slight itch and a sour feeling in his heart, so he forcefully pulled Si Yuan into his arms.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and Si Yuan's face turned red instantly.

She pushed him away and lightly punched him in the chest.

Jiang Wang smiled as he looked at Si Yuan's evasive gaze.

The driver opened the car door for the passenger.

Si Yuan bent down to get into the car, catching a glimpse of the street corner not far away out of the corner of her eye.

Song Yan's car was still parked there quietly.

She looked away, ignoring him.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Wang, the car smoothly drove away from Beijing.

In the rearview mirror, Song Yan's car was still following at a distance that was neither too close nor too far behind.

Si Yuan leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let her thoughts drift away.

The snow outside the car window gradually faded, and the temperature slowly rose, indicating that we were getting closer to Haicheng.

But the chill in her heart did not lessen at all.

Haicheng, the city that holds many painful memories for her over the years, doesn't snow, yet even the air seems cold, so cold it can freeze you to the bone.

——

As night fell, the car finally came to a slow stop.

We've arrived at the Song family's old residence.

Just as Si Yuan was about to get out of the car, the driver suddenly said, "Miss Si, Mr. Jiang has instructed me to protect you in any situation."

Si Yuan smiled but didn't say anything.

She pushed open the car door, and as soon as she stood still, she heard the sound of wheels crushing her feet behind her.

Song Yan's car has also arrived.

He got out of the car and stared at himself without moving. His face was so pale it was almost transparent, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had clearly not slept the whole way.

Si Yuan didn't look at him, nor did she even pause in her steps, and walked straight towards the gate of the old house.

Song Yan stood there, watching her resolute back, opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say anything.

Si Yuan entered the villa, and as soon as she stepped inside, the light from the crystal chandelier stung her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Song Guotao was also there this time.

He sat in the main seat and frowned when he saw Si Yuan return. "We called you so many times and you didn't answer. We thought something had happened to you." His tone was reproachful. "Your mother was worried sick."

Si Yuan followed his gaze and saw that Yu Qingfang, who was standing to the side, had no expression on her face.

But when he saw Song Yan, his eyes instantly turned cold, and his disappointment was undisguised.

Clearly, someone had already told Song Yan that she was determined to come back with Si Yuan.

Si Yuan sneered: "Worried? Are you worried that I'll die out there, or worried that I'll live too well?"

Song Guotao's gaze froze for a moment, clearly not expecting such harsh words to come from Si Yuan's mouth.

He slammed his hand on the table: "Si Yuan! How... how dare you talk to your mother like that?"

“She’s not my mother.” Si Yuan raised her head, her eyes sharp. “My mother died a long time ago, didn’t she?”

Song Guotao froze, clearly not having reacted yet.

The death of Si Yuan's parents has always been a taboo subject.

The Song family has always kept quiet about it, including Si Yuan, who has never mentioned it in front of the Song family.

The living room became eerily quiet.

Song Yan stood at the door, his face deathly pale.

Yu Qingfang's face turned completely cold: "Si Yuan, what do you mean by this?"

"Give me back my things." Si Yuan looked directly at her, her voice calm. "Those videos, my parents' belongings, give them all back to me."

Song Guotao frowned in confusion, looking bewildered: "What video?"

Si Yuan repeated, word by word, "My parents' belongings, and those videos you've been holding, have been hidden for so long, it's time to return them to me."

Yu Qingfang picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew on it, clearly not feeling guilty at all.

"Si Yuan, what you're saying is quite interesting. What do you mean by 'hereditary possessions'? I don't understand. But you, a young lady who's been in the capital for so long, come back and start yelling at your elders. What kind of behavior is that?"

Seeing the two men locked in a tense standoff, Song Yan's heart tightened.

He stepped forward, wanting to stand beside Si Yuan, but was stopped by Yu Qingfang's cold gaze: "Ayan, this is none of your business, move aside."