Chapter 153 Stay away from her

Chapter 153 Stay away from her

Ji Song raised an eyebrow: "It's good that you know."

He looked away and saw the blue team boxer downstairs being pinned to the ground and beaten mercilessly, even when the referee called a stop.

"Then why did you call me here?"

Jiang Wang sat down, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exuded a somewhat languid air of nobility.

Since officially getting together with Si Yuan, he has rarely smoked.

“I studied in Haicheng for two years before. I often come here, not for money, but to vent. And once I’m on that stage, I’ve never been carried off.”

Jiang Wang has never lost.

It's not that no one dares to beat him.

No one can beat him.

Jiang Wang continued, "Back then, my parents were having a huge fight because of my sister, so they sent me here. When I was alone and in a bad mood, I would come here to vent."

Ji Song knew that this experience was very similar to his own.

However, he was much more down on his luck back then, and he didn't live as freely as Jiang Wang.

Young Master Jiang, you're always in your element wherever you go.

He does these things simply for the sake of survival, and he does them only for the thrill.

"Mr. Jiang wants to... exchange ideas with me?"

"At first, I wasn't afraid of anything. The worst that could happen was that I'd get beaten up or killed. Isn't that the end result for people who play this game?"

Ji Song already disliked him: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiang Wang looked at him, his gaze dark and sinister in the dim light, giving off a somewhat eerie feeling.

A cheer erupted from the audience as the blue team player was dragged away.

Jiang Wang bet 500,000 of the 800,000, and won.

"But once I got injured and missed several days of class. When she saw me, she actually cried. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but she still applied medicine to my wound first."

She is Si Yuan.

"I asked her if she was crying because she was scared, or because she felt sorry for me."

Ji Song narrowed his eyes slightly, not interrupting Jiang Wang.

He actually wanted to know more about Si Yuan's past.

She said she knew it hurt because she was injured too. But in the end, she still didn't answer my question.

Two bottles of wine were brought over, and Jiang Wang opened one and drank it.

"I haven't played this since then."

“I have something I’m afraid of now. I’m afraid she’ll cry, and I’m afraid that if I die here, no one will protect her.”

Ji Song's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Si Yuan had never treated him like that before.

He and Jiang Wang are clearly no different, so why does she like him so much?

Just because Jiang Wangneng is able to retire from his criminal activities?

"Jiang Wang, you're very lucky. If I had met her first, I would have protected her better than you."

Jiang Wang chuckled, stood up, and moved his wrist.

"But you still made her unhappy."

The next second, Jiang Wang's fist slammed down with a whoosh, landing hard on Ji Song's face with a force so strong it felt like it would shatter bones.

Ji Song grunted, staggered half a step, and quickly regained his balance.

The astonishment in his eyes instantly turned into ferocity. He raised his hand, grabbed Jiang Wang's wrist, and slammed his hand against the railing behind him.

The metal railings clanged loudly, mingling with the screams from the boxing ring below and the cheers of the audience, filling the air on the second floor with the stench of blood.

The two men wrestled, their suit jackets torn askew, the expensive fabric stained with dust and blood.

Jiang Wang's every move was aimed at vital points; his elbow strikes and knee strikes were all ruthless, unlike someone who had been in the business world for many years.

Ji Song was equally ruthless, his punches and kicks displaying a desperate, reckless ferocity, but Jiang Wang's strength was greater, and in no time he was forced to retreat step by step.

With a muffled thud, Ji Song's back slammed heavily against the wall.

Before he could even catch his breath, Jiang Wang's knee was already pressing against his lower abdomen, and his hands were pressing hard against his neck, pinning him to the ground.

The rough cement floor stung his cheeks. Ji Song struggled to lift his eyes and saw Jiang Wang looking down at him coldly, his eyes filled with icy intent.

"cough……"

Ji Song coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground.

Jiang Wang spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, "You think... you can protect Lin Shuangyu's mother?"

Ji Song gasped for breath, his vision blurred as he made out the sinister look in his eyes. Suddenly, he understood something, spat out the blood and foam from his mouth, lay there in a disheveled state, and laughed.

No wonder Jiang Wang let Lin's mother off so easily on the surface; it turns out he planned to do it himself.

"Jiang Wang, how are you any different from me when you resort to these underhanded tricks? Si Yuan... said she hates these dirty methods the most. You and I are no different!"

The cheers downstairs grew increasingly enthusiastic, the gong for the new match sounded, and the thud of fists hitting flesh echoed across the floors.

Jiang Wang laughed: "What right do you have to compare yourself to me? Are you the same as me? Your mother doesn't like you, and nobody likes you... You don't even have the right to be compared to me."

These words hit the nail on the head, the Achilles' heel that Ji Song had been most concerned about for so many years.

What Ji Song hated most was that his mother would rather smile at the Jiang family's sons than at him.

"Jiang Wang, do you want to die?"

Jiang Wang released his grip, straightened up, looked down at the disheveled Ji Song on the ground, and straightened his shirt cuffs.

He said calmly, "We'll talk when you have the ability. From now on, stay away from Si Yuan. If I see you in front of her again, next time it won't be as simple as just breaking two ribs."

Ji Song tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground, but the sharp pain in his chest made him fall back down.

Why...

Why is it that everything Jiang Wang has is something I don't?

The lights on the second floor remained dim, and the smell of blood mingled with the stench of smoke and alcohol.

Downstairs, the red team won again.

Jiang Wang has won.

——

Night was falling.

Si Yuan didn't sleep well. In her half-awake state, she suddenly felt the mattress beside her sink, and a cool weight leaned against her.

She instinctively opened her eyes, but before she could even make out the outline of the person, she was tightly wrapped in an embrace that smelled of alcohol.

Jiang Wang's strength was immense, as if he wanted to knead her into his chest. His chin rested on the top of her head, and his breath was hot and heavy.

He's been drinking?

Si Yuan immediately recognized the scent, which was a mixture of alcohol and a faint smell of blood, intertwined with his usual perfume, creating a strange and unsettling aroma.

Her heart tightened, and she reached out to touch his back: "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Jiang Wang buried his face in the crook of her neck and chuckled softly, "It's alright, it's not my blood. It's Ji Song's."

Si Yuan paused, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She nudged his shoulder again, her tone slightly reproachful: "Go take a shower, or don't come to bed."

Jiang Wang refused to move, instead tightening his embrace and holding her even closer.

He slowly raised her left hand, his fingertips landing on the scars on the inside of her wrist.

He lowered his head, his eyes downcast, his eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyelids, and then suddenly and slowly kissed the scar.

Si Yuan's wrist trembled slightly as she tried to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly in place.

She could feel his lips gently caressing the scar.

No one knew how much pain Jiang Wang was in.

When he learned that Si Yuan had left for a foreign country with a body full of injuries, suffered from depression, and experienced so many bad things, how painful it must have been for him at that moment.

He just pretends to be nonchalant, so only he knows the truth.

He kissed the scar, careful not to hurt her, his eyes gradually reddening.