Chapter 125 I Know Everything You Want

Chapter 125 I Know Everything You Want

Jiang Wang listened, paused for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"You love her?"

"I can't tell."

"When you asked her to give her things to Lin Shuangyu, you left her alone in the banquet hall. When she had a depressive episode and was almost going crazy, you slapped her. Why didn't you love her?"

"Your love just appears out of nowhere, because you suddenly fell in love with her after she didn't want you anymore?"

Jiang Wang didn't originally want to say so much to Song Yan.

After all, she was the person Si Yuan once loved without regard for anything else.

That is an indelible mark in my irreversible past.

He found even seeing the other person boring.

But Song Yan is a bit disgusting.

Song Yan was speechless and unable to refute what he said.

Yes... he did all those things.

Cowardly, shameless, and only good at running away.

"But I won't do that again. I will love her well and make it up to her..."

Jiang Wang: "Is your love something so precious that it can make up for all the suffering Si Yuan has endured?"

cannot.

Song Yan knew it was impossible.

"You're saying I don't love her?" Jiang Wang retorted, "What makes you say that?"

Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he raised an eyebrow: "Do I need to say more? You've had a whole bunch of girlfriends over the years..."

"stop."

Jiang Wang interrupted.

"Stop spreading rumors about me. Did you tell Si Yuan what she heard?"

"You didn't see it yourself. You only heard rumors. You saw me twice at the bar, and a few women got close to me, and you still claimed they were my girlfriends."

Jiang Wang leaned back and lit another cigarette.

"Mr. Song, with my net worth, I can absolutely pursue legal action against you."

Song Yan: "Then you didn't love her as much as I did. When I met her, you were still..."

Jiang Wang: "When do you think I met her? We met when we were five years old."

Song Yan's expression changed.

"impossible."

“My maternal grandmother was her mother’s teacher, and her mother brought her to the capital. After her parents passed away, it was my maternal grandmother who wanted to adopt her. It was you, your Song family, who took her away.”

When Jiang Wang said this, his eyes were already bloodshot.

The cigarette butt burned down to half its tip on his fingertip, the flickering embers reflecting the surging ferocity in Jiang Wang's eyes.

Song Yan was also stunned.

Therefore, it was the Jiang family who should have adopted Si Yuan.

Jiang Wang was the one who could have grown up with Si Yuan.

It turns out he was the one who usurped the place...

Jiang Wang squeezed the cigarette with his knuckles, deforming it, and the ash disappeared into his palm without him noticing.

“Taking her away wasn’t enough,” Jiang Wang’s voice was extremely low, like a knife chilled to the bone, each word cutting painfully into one’s eardrums, “What do you take her for? A respectable decoration needed by the Song family? Or an accessory for you, Song Yan, when you’re bored?”

He leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Song Yan.

His gaze was so intense, filled with an anger he had never seen before, that Song Yan instinctively shrank back.

This was the first time Jiang Wang had shown such anger in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan suddenly realized that Jiang Wang's ability to maintain his position in the Jiang Group was not solely due to his status as the only son of the Jiang family.

“You don’t know that she would have nightmares and wake up crying at night, you don’t know that she would be afraid when she heard your name later, you don’t know that when she was receiving treatment abroad, the medication she took made her whole body swollen, and she was locked in a sanatorium for half a month without saying a word. The doctors said she was beyond saving… I can find all this information with a simple click, why can’t you find it?”

Song Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

His heart was breaking.

He hated himself and wished he could kill everyone who had conspired with Lin Shuangyu to deceive him.

Jiang Wang smiled, but his smile was chilling: "You don't know any of this. All you know is that she has to be obedient, revolve around you, appear when you need her, and shut up when you get tired of her."

"You say you love her?" Jiang Wang slammed his palm on the coffee table, making a harsh sound. "Song Yan, you don't even deserve to know what love is."

Song Yan's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled.

These chilling truths, which were so obvious that just hearing about them made one's bones ache, were laid bare before Jiang Wang's eyes, one by one, in a bloody and painful way.

He didn't even have the strength to argue.

My throat felt like it was blocked by a mouthful of something fishy and sweet, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Wang stood up and looked down at him, the air around him so oppressive it was suffocating.

“Even if you didn’t know she had depression, you shouldn’t have never visited her abroad.”

"Song Yan, it's what you owe Si Yuan."

"Now you want to make amends?"

Jiang Wang scoffed, his tone full of mockery, "Too late. She's mine now, it's none of your business, you bunch of executioners from the Song family, pretending to be sympathetic."

He turned and left.

Song Yan was already completely frozen.

Jiang Wang stopped abruptly at the door without turning around, only warning: "Make your mother repent to Si Yuan and bring Lin Shuangyu back. This is the only thing you can do."

The door was slammed shut.

Song Yan slumped onto the stool, his face ashen.

Jiang Wang's words still echoed in his ears like a curse, making his heart clench and causing him to feel almost suffocating from the pain.

Those years, it turns out, she lived such a hard life.

In those years, Si Yuan was forced into a shell by him and the Song family, and she didn't even dare to ask for help.

He thought she had become more sensible and matured after returning to China, but it was all just a facade after she was covered in wounds.

But he didn't notice anything.

"I'm not worthy... I really am not worthy..."

Song Yan's eyes were already red, and tears fell without warning.

He raised his hand to wipe it, but found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his fingertips were icy cold.

Yes, he was the executioner.

Si Yuan was never truly his; he was a gift from heaven, but he never cherished it.

——

Jiang Wang walked out of the private room. The cold wind dispersed the smell of smoke on his body, but it could not dispel the lingering hostility in his eyes.

He opened the car door and got in.

In the dimly lit carriage, the dashboard emitted a faint light, illuminating his sharply defined profile.

Just as I was about to start the car, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Upon seeing the words "Si Yuan" flashing on the screen, the coldness in Jiang Wang's eyes softened instantly.

He answered the phone, his voice unconsciously lowering, instantly losing its previous sharpness.

"What's the matter?"

Si Yuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, full of warmth: "Jiang Wang, where did you go?"

Si Yuan also felt that she had become a little too dependent on Jiang Wang lately.

But there was nothing she could do.

Jiang Wang has been raising her like a child more and more over the past six months.

Jiang Wang's gaze fell on the streetlights flashing past the window, and his voice was gentle: "I'll buy you a small cake."

Si Yuan was surprised and laughed: "How did you know I wanted to eat it?"

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice carried a tenderness that no one else had ever heard before: "I know everything you want."

He paused, then added, "I've always known."