Chapter 117 I Just Like Si Yuan

Chapter 117 I Just Like Si Yuan

Song Yan hung up the phone, turned around, and met his mother's gaze.

Looking at her son's cold gaze, Yu Qingfang felt both guilty and angry.

Why are you looking at me like that? I'm your mother!

"Yes... Mother..."

Song Yan smiled and said, "You also call yourself Si Yuan's mother. I always thought you loved her very much. Even though you are selfish, at least after so many years, there should be some feelings between you."

Yu Qingfang slammed the water glass down and demanded, "What exactly do you mean by that? Who taught you to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards your mother...?"

"But you released Lin Shuangyu."

Yu Qingfang suddenly froze.

She clearly hadn't expected Song Yan to find out so quickly.

Didn't we all tell Lin Shuangyu to go far away?

Seeing her expression, Song Yan knew he had guessed correctly.

"By doing this, you are aiding and abetting evil, which is tantamount to stabbing Si Yuan a second time."

After feeling guilty, Yu Qingfang became angry and embarrassed after being criticized by her son.

"Why did I bail Lin Shuangyu out? It's because she used your information against Si Yuan..."

Yu Qingfang couldn't even bring herself to admit that her son liked Si Yuan.

She continued, "She has evidence in her hands that can ruin your entire reputation. What am I supposed to do?"

Song Yan never expected that it would all be because of him again.

Because of her, her mother hurt and betrayed Si Yuan again.

They would rather squeeze out the last bit of remaining familial affection than betray Si Yuan.

These words were like a knife stabbing him in the heart.

"I'd rather bear all that myself than let Siyuan be sad..."

"Smack!"

A slap interrupted Song Yan's words.

This was the first time Yu Qingfang hit Song Yan.

What are you saying?

How could you say such a thing for her sake?

Yu Qingfang's worst fears came true.

Song Yan actually gave up his future for Si Yuan.

"If I had known she would do this to you, I would never have wanted her to come to our house!"

Song Yan felt utterly exhausted as he watched his mother utter these hysterical words.

He nodded and said, "You really shouldn't have adopted her, otherwise, perhaps I could have been with her legitimately."

"You're insane!"

Yu Qingfang gripped Song Yan's shirt collar tightly, pulling at him, her eyes reddening: "You're bewitched! You're bewitched!"

"She was your sister, even if you're no longer related, you can't be together! How could you... how could you like her?"

Song Yan let her pull him along, the collar of his shirt tightening around his neck, but he didn't move an inch.

He looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with an almost stubborn honesty: "Yes, I like her. I didn't know before, I was always running away from it, but now I know, I like her."

He paused, then said, word by word, "I want to marry her. In this life, I don't want anyone else, I just want her."

"you--"

Yu Qingfang felt a tightness in her chest from his words, and her pent-up emotions could no longer be contained. She raised her hand and slapped him again.

Red marks upon red marks, and Song Yan's face instantly turned bright red.

He didn't even blink.

Yu Qingfang looked at the injuries on her son's face, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The anger in my heart was extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water, leaving only a dense, persistent heartache.

That was her son whom she had doted on since he was a child, the branch she had carefully pruned and nurtured. How could it have turned out like this?

She loosened her grip on the shirt, her voice softening and trembling with tears: "Ayan, why are you so disobedient... Mom is doing this for your own good, why don't you understand?"

Song Yan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes as cold as ice: "Have you had enough?"

Yu Qingfang stopped abruptly, stunned: "What?"

“After you’ve had enough, contact the police station to withdraw the letter of understanding and make Lin Shuangyu come back and turn himself in.”

"You..." Yu Qingfang's voice trembled, "Do you know what you're saying? Once those things in Lin Shuangyu's possession are exposed, your reputation will be completely ruined!"

“Then let it be destroyed.” Song Yan turned and walked towards the door. “I will contact a lawyer and file a new lawsuit against Lin Shuangyu.”

"Impossible! I absolutely cannot!"

Yu Qingfang rushed forward and grabbed Song Yan's arm tightly: "I've raised you with so much care and paved the way for you all these years, how can I watch you ruin yourself with your own hands!"

Song Yan stood calmly, carefully reviewing all the chaotic events that had occurred during this period.

Si Yuan's departure, the annulment of the engagement, Si Yuan's illness, Si Yuan and Jiang Wang living together, company turmoil, family falling apart...

He already knew what was most important to him.

"Si Yuan is getting married. She's marrying Jiang Wang just to spite me."

These words struck Yu Qingfang like a boulder, leaving her frozen in place.

Song Yan finally turned around, his eyes filled with an unprecedented panic and stubbornness: "Mom, I can't make any more mistakes. Those things can be earned back, but if Si Yuan leaves, my life will really be over."

He looked at his mother, his voice almost pleading, "Please, I'm begging you, help me!"

——

The competition has officially begun.

Judges and art installation designers from around the world moved among each installation, commenting, taking photos, and listening to the designers' explanations.

Si Yuan was also there.

The exhibition hall is softly lit, with light spots filtering through the specially designed glass dome and falling on the works designed by Si Yuan.

The fluorescent paint on the inner wall shifts between light and shadow, creating a dizzying illusion that one might actually be in.

The judges gathered around the installation, their fingertips tracing the smooth surface of the bottle, occasionally whispering to the designer beside them, their eyes full of inquiry.

Si Yuan stood to one side of the device, wearing a simple white dress, holding a tablet computer, and explained clearly in fluent English.

"This work is titled 'Symbiotic Vertigo.' I hope to use this visual 'imbalance' to simulate the chaotic state of the Earth's ecosystem when it is destroyed..."

She spoke at a steady pace, her eyes scanning the judges' expressions intently, showing no signs of stage fright typical of a newcomer.

After the judges nodded and left, Liu Yanrui stepped forward.

He smiled and handed her a bottle of warm water: "This time, you've made the environmental theme both impactful and ingenious. You have a great chance of winning today."

Si Yuan smiled faintly: "As a newcomer, I'm already very happy to have been shortlisted."

"How have you considered what I told you yesterday?"

Si Yuan looked at him, thinking of Jiang Wang telling her to go for it.

She knew that the opportunity was right in front of her.

"good."

Liu Yanrui visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you wouldn't agree."

"But if HC sets up a branch in China, the first completely original work must be done by me."

"Use this opportunity to promote?"

"Nobody wants to waste the opportunity to gain both fame and fortune."

Liu Yanrui liked her candor when she spoke of her ambitions in such a cool and aloof manner.

"Okay, it's a deal."