Chapter 115 You know I like Si Yuan?

Chapter 115 You know I like Si Yuan?

Yu Qingfang was suddenly stunned.

Her chest heaved violently from Song Yan's words.

After realizing what had happened, she struggled to sit up, pointed at Song Yan's nose, and said in a shrill voice, "I shouldn't have asked her? Song Yan, are you out of your mind! The Song family raised her, and now that we're in trouble, why should she stand idly by? She's an ungrateful wretch! What's wrong with me asking her for help!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke: "If she hadn't smashed the porridge I cooked for her, deliberately trying to anger me, would I be lying here? And you, instead of taking your mother's side, you're siding with her? Do you think she'll appreciate your kindness?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and let her scold him, but his fingertips secretly clenched at his side.

He knew that arguing was useless. In his mother's world, there was only the Song family's interests and what others owed her. Even he, her son, was like that. If he didn't do things her way, he would be criticized.

In short, she didn't reflect on her actions at all.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open with a "bang".

Song Guotao stood at the door, his face so dark it could drip water.

When Yu Qingfang saw him, it was as if she had found her pillar of support.

Just as she was about to start crying, Song Guotao glared at her with a cold look, and the rest of her words caught in her throat.

She had never seen her husband look so gloomy before, and instinctively closed her mouth, not daring to utter another sound.

The ward fell silent instantly.

Song Guotao didn't look at Yu Qingfang; his gaze was fixed on Song Yan.

He walked over step by step, raised his hand, and slapped Song Yan hard across the face.

The sharp "snap" sounded particularly jarring in the quiet hospital room.

Song Yan's face was slapped to the side, and blood instantly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't dodge or rub, but slowly turned his head, his eyes showing no anger, only a deathly calm.

"Dad," his voice was hoarse, his gaze fixed on Song Guotao, "you know, I like Xiaoyuan?"

After Song Yan said this, the ward fell into complete silence.

Song Yan himself was slightly taken aback—the words seemed to have come out subconsciously, something he hadn't expected.

This secret, hidden deep in my heart, unexpectedly broke down after I was slapped.

Yu Qingfang was terrified, her eyes wide open.

She looked at Song Guotao and blurted out instinctively, "How...how did you know?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had misspoke. Her face turned deathly pale, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look Song Guotao in the eye.

Song Guotao's gaze suddenly shifted to Yu Qingfang, his eyes filled with shock and disappointment, which then turned into a deeper anger: "So, you knew all along?"

Yu Qingfang's shoulders trembled, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word; she could only clutch the blanket tightly.

Seeing her like this, Song Guotao was so angry that his chest heaved violently.

He pointed at Yu Qingfang, then at Song Yan, his voice filled with exasperated anger: "You two, mother and son, are really something! One of you went to someone else's house, using the excuse of being raised as a pretext to force Xiaoyuan to help the Song family, and the other..."

His gaze fell on Song Yan's face, his tone as cold as ice, "You actually harbored such thoughts about your own sister and did such a shameless thing! You have completely disgraced the Song family!"

Song Yan hung his head, his lips still stinging, but he didn't say a word in defense.

He knew that his father was right again.

His feelings for Si Yuan were always something he couldn't let slip from the beginning, and now that they've been exposed, all that's left is embarrassment and humiliation.

Yu Qingfang finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried out, "Guotao, I'm doing this for the Song family! If Xiaoyuan is willing to help us, the Song family can be saved, and Ayan can too..."

"For the Song family?" Song Guotao sneered, interrupting her. "Is this for the Song family, or to satisfy your own selfish desires? You know perfectly well what Ayan's feelings for Xiaoyuan are, yet you not only don't stop him, but you also want to use this method to tie Xiaoyuan to the Song family. What are you up to!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, pointing at the ward door: "From today onwards, no one is allowed to go to Si Yuan again! Even if the Song family goes bankrupt, they cannot do such a shameful thing!"

After saying that, he ignored the mother and son's ugly expressions, turned around, and slammed the door shut as he left.

The room was filled with deathly silence, and Yu Qingfang's suppressed sobs lingered.

Song Yan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up out the window.

The sky was overcast and gray.

But surprisingly, he felt nothing to be sad about; on the contrary, he felt relieved.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I no longer had to rack my brains to hide my shady thoughts.

He no longer needs to play the role of "older brother" while suppressing his surging emotions when facing Si Yuan.

There's no need for me to figure out how to bring it up.

Anyway, that day will come eventually.

He must... bring Si Yuan back openly and honestly.

...

But how did Father find out about this?

Song Yan raised his hand to wipe away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked out of the ward.

He took out his phone, paused his fingertip on the screen, and dialed Assistant Qi's number.

His voice was still hoarse from the beating, but it was calmer than before. "Did my dad meet someone at the company today?"

Assistant Qi quickly remembered: "President Song has been in the company all day and hasn't seen anyone else. It's just that... an anonymous call somehow made it to his office, and then he left."

Song Yan's hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

"Can you find out which phone number?"

“The other party used encrypted communication from overseas, and the traces were cleaned up very well.” Assistant Qi paused, then added, “However, after receiving the call, President Song was in a very bad mood and specifically asked me to check on Miss Si’s recent situation…”

Song Yan didn't listen to what was said after that.

He hung up the phone, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and stared at the window in the distance.

Who could it be?

Are they from the Lin family?

After all, the Song family is now tied to the Lin family, and because of Si Yuan's unpleasantness, the Lin family might want to use this incident to disrupt the Song family.

Or... Jiang Wang?

Jiang Wang is so protective of Si Yuan; if he knew his own feelings for Si Yuan, he probably wouldn't let go so easily.

This way, Si Yuan's father would know, without getting his hands dirty, and his hopes would be completely dashed.

No matter who it is, the result is the same.

He looked down at his hands; he had clenched them too tightly, and there were still several red marks on his palms.

These hands had been forcibly withdrawn countless times when Si Yuan needed them.

Now, they don't even have the right to reach out anymore.