Chapter 130 Ji Song's Approach

Chapter 130 Ji Song's Approach

Si Yuan looked at Song Yan and felt that something was very wrong with him, so she closed the door as if to avoid him.

Song Yan was still standing there, knowing she was looking at him, and smiled.

Si Yuan quickly started the car and drove away.

She was genuinely frightened by Song Yan's appearance, to the point that she was somewhat distracted while driving.

As we were turning, a Panamera sports car suddenly emerged from the right exit.

By the time Si Yuan noticed, it was too late to dodge, and a scrape still occurred.

She hurriedly got out of the car to check, and the people in the sports car also got out.

Si Yuan glanced at the other party's sports car and saw that there was only a shallow scratch on the front of the car and the driver was unharmed, which relieved her tense nerves a little.

When I looked up, my gaze met a pair of deep eyes.

The man had striking short, light blond hair, high brow bones, and a prominent nose; he was probably of mixed race, with a cool-toned white complexion.

He stepped forward first, his pace casual, with a slightly apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, miss, I started too fast and didn't check the road conditions. It's my fault. How would you like to handle this?"

Si Yuan was still feeling uneasy about what Song Yan had just caused her and just wanted to get it over with quickly: "Report to the insurance company, I have something urgent to attend to."

The man raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his tone unusually calm: "What a coincidence, my car doesn't have commercial insurance. How about we settle this privately? Name your price, and I'll pay you directly."

Si Yuan glanced down at the scratch on the side of her car. It was just a piece of paint chipped off. The repair cost for an ordinary family car would be at most a few thousand yuan. She really didn't want to argue, so she said indifferently, "Just pay whatever you think is reasonable."

"How about 100,000?" The man suddenly smiled, a smirk playing on his lips, and casually pulled out his phone to show his WeChat QR code. "Add me as a friend, and I'll transfer the money to you now."

Si Yuan's eyes instantly turned wary.

This paint damage is worth less than a tenth of what it would cost, let alone 100,000.

She wasn't driving a luxury car to begin with, so the other person's words clearly had ulterior motives.

Si Yuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, her brows furrowed, and her tone was devoid of any warmth: "No need, I'll fix it myself."

After saying that, she turned and left, not wanting to waste any more time.

But as soon as he opened the car door, a cry of pain suddenly came from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a figure swayed and leaned against the front of his car.

The man clutched his head with one hand, his face pale, and said in a wronged tone, "Ouch... why does my head suddenly hurt so badly? I think I bumped my head just now. Miss, what if something really happens to me?"

Si Yuan paused, looking at him with confusion.

That's such a fake act.

I was about to speak up and refute them, but two cars were stuck there, and the road behind us was already blocked.

She was already annoyed by Song Yan, so she didn't have time to waste here.

After a two-second silence, Si Yuan suppressed her impatience and took out her phone: "Okay, add me on WeChat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man, who had been in pain, straightened up instantly, and no longer felt any pain.

He quickly pulled up his WeChat QR code and handed it over: "It's my pleasure."

Si Yuan ignored him, scanned the QR code, and the name that popped up on the screen was simple and concise.

One single word: "松" (sōng).

She didn't change the nickname or say another word. After adding the friend, she put away her phone and said coldly, "No need to transfer too much money, just enough to fix the car. I have something to do, I'm leaving now."

Ji Song raised an eyebrow and smiled, then didn't stop him.

——

When Si Yuan got home, she opened her phone and saw that he had transferred 20,000 yuan to her.

Si Yuan accepted it, but then immediately deleted it.

Ji Song suddenly sent a message.

Do you want to kill Lin Shuangyu?

Si Yuan's fingertips suddenly stopped, the deletion motion frozen in mid-air.

The moment the name Lin Shuangyu appeared, Si Yuan stopped.

How could he know?

Si Yuan retorted, "Who are you?"

The message was sent out, and the other party replied almost instantly, with an air of knowing everything.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that I can help you find her and give her an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Si Yuan looked at these words, sat down, and remained motionless for a long time.

Lin Shuangyu's matter involves too many things. She has been hiding for so long, how could this person know where he is?

He also knew about the grudge between himself and Lin Shuangyu.

Just as she was about to question him, Ji Song's second message popped up: "Don't rush to delete me, and don't rush to deny it. What Lin Shuangyu did to you doesn't warrant the death penalty, but I have evidence here that can completely destroy her. Do you want it?"

Si Yuan's eyes darkened.

"What evidence?"

"She has killed people."

Si Yuan's hair stood on end, and horror flashed in his eyes.

The five short words, like a thunderclap chilled to the bone, exploded on Si Yuan's phone screen, making her blood almost freeze.

"Where's the evidence?"

Si Yuan sent another message, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "What evidence do you have that she killed someone?"

"I've told you too much."

Ji Song said, "Since Miss Si doesn't trust me, why ask me so many questions?"

Si Yuan knew he was trying to lure her closer, or to get her hooked; it was all too obvious.

This person was setting things up from the very beginning; he's no ordinary person.

He did indeed successfully pique Si Yuan's interest.

"Why should I believe you're not making up a story?"

You have no choice.

Ji Song's reply was blunt and cruel: "Do you not believe that Lin Shuangyu would be so cruel, or do you not want to repay the pain she inflicted on you? Miss Si, this is your only chance."

Si Yuan hesitated for a moment, then turned off her phone.

What Ji Song said did indeed shake her resolve.

Given Lin Shuangyu's ruthlessness, it's not impossible for him to kill someone.

If it's true, she'll definitely take this opportunity to make him pay the price.

But why would this person help her?

Just as I was starting to have doubts, Ji Song sent another message.

"Don't tell Jiang Wang!"

It was accompanied by a cute emoji.

Si Yuan smiled and replied, "Okay."

Then the smile disappeared, and she took a screenshot and forwarded it to Jiang Wang.

It should be evening by now; Jiang Wang hasn't replied yet.

Ji Song was taken aback when he saw Si Yuan's reply, "Okay."

Didn't Lin Shuangyu say that Jiang Wang was deeply poisoned by her?

Why did you agree so quickly?

If she doesn't trust herself, does she also not trust Jiang Wang?

Ji Song tapped lightly on the phone screen with his fingertips, a playful smile curving his lips.

From the moment that deliberate collision at the intersection, he approached with a specific purpose in mind.

As Lin Shuangyu had instructed, he was asked to find a way to disrupt the relationship between Si Yuan and Jiang Wang, but to his surprise, it went quite smoothly.

However... to be fair, Si Yuan is prettier than Lin Shuangyu.

Ji Song leaned against the Panamera, his short, light-gold hair fluttering in the evening breeze, a hint of interest flashing in his deep eyes.

“Interesting.” Ji Song chuckled, a hunter’s interest swirling in his eyes. “More interesting than Lin Shuangyu. No wonder Jiang Wang has been thinking about it for so many years.”

Jiang Wang woke up early, opened his phone, and saw the picture sent by Si Yuan.