Chapter 156 Intentionally Injuring Oneself

Chapter 156 Intentionally Injuring Oneself

The news of Lin Shuangyu's life imprisonment had barely spread across the news pages of Haicheng when the Song family released their statement.

Almost riding the wave of popularity, he used every word to distance himself from all ties with the Lin family.

Finally, he made a special point of emphasizing that he "always supports the adopted daughter of the Song family, Si Yuan," thus completely absolving himself of any responsibility.

Later, when Yu Qingfang attended a charity gala and was surrounded by reporters asking questions, she had just the right amount of loving kindness on her face: "A-Yuan grew up in the Song family since she was little. I have always treated her as my own daughter and cherished her very much."

Si Yuan came across this interview while browsing the studio's rest area.

On the screen, Yu Qingfang's smile was gentle and graceful, as if she truly cherished her adopted daughter.

But Si Yuan only found it absurd.

I've only ever heard of one-sided breakups, this is the first time I've seen one-sided family reunions.

There is such a flexible way to sever ties with a family member.

When they want to distance themselves from the family, she is no longer the adopted daughter of the Song family; when they want to use her to clear their name, she becomes the beloved child?

She scoffed, turned off the video, grabbed her coat from the back of the chair, and walked out.

The young designer I was traveling with was a recent graduate, and her gossip-loving nature was burning brightly. She finally asked the question that had been on everyone's lips for so long.

"Sister Siyuan, you're so beautiful, do you have a boyfriend?"

Si Yuan smiled upon hearing this, her tone calm: "I'm already married, but I didn't wear a ring when I was working because I was worried it would be inconvenient for the set design."

"Wow!" The young designer's eyes lit up, and she leaned over with a face full of envy. "That brother-in-law must be super handsome, right? He's so lucky to be able to marry Sister Siyuan!"

Si Yuan smiled, then suddenly asked, "Are those little landscaping features finished?"

Xiao Ding's smile froze, then he raised his hand and swore, "I'll definitely get it done before I leave work tonight!"

Si Yuan saw through it but didn't say anything, nor did she urge her.

Just as the two stepped out of the studio, Xiao Ding suddenly let out a low gasp from behind.

Wow—I was just saying that, and a handsome guy actually showed up!

Si Yuan followed her gaze.

Under the sycamore tree downstairs from the studio, a familiar figure stood leaning against the railing.

Hearing the sound, he also raised his head.

It is Song Yan.

He was wearing a beige coat and a white scarf, but his left arm was still bandaged and draped across his chest, indicating that his previous injury had not fully healed.

Seeing her come down, Song Yan also came over.

"Shall we talk?"

Since he saved her last time, the tension between them has eased.

Si Yuan nodded.

They went into a quiet coffee shop nearby and chose a corner seat by the window.

There weren't many people in the coffee shop at the moment.

Just as the waiter put the menu down, a loud crash came from the next table.

The waiter didn't hold the tray properly, and the bone china plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

A sharp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Si Yuan's body stiffened abruptly, and she instinctively curled up.

The next second, a warm hand suddenly covered her ear, blocking out most of the noise.

He moved closer, as if to protect her.

Si Yuan was startled, remembering the time he kissed her...

She then abruptly raised her hand and pushed him away.

Song Yan bumped his injured arm against the edge of the table, causing him to wince in pain.

What are you doing?

Si Yuan's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of wariness.

Looking at her pale face, Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice held an indescribable bitterness: "I remember, you were afraid of... loud noises."

He's remembered it ever since he found out last time.

I also remember that I slammed the car door shut very hard at first, and Si Yuan was just as scared.

She never expected that, compared to the loud noise, what she feared most now was herself.

Si Yuan was stunned. So that's all there was to it...

She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and her face regained its usual calm.

"I'm not so scared now, no need, thank you."

Her gaze fell on his injured arm, and she asked in a cold tone, "What do you want to talk to me about today?"

Song Yan looked into the distance in her eyes, as if there was a thick layer of ice between them.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly gave a bitter smile: "When is your wedding? Your brother... is preparing a wedding gift for you."

He spoke the word "brother" very softly, with an almost extravagant and cautious probing, as if he were still the kind boy who had been so good to her many years ago.

Si Yuan was taken aback, not expecting him to ask that.

She then answered truthfully, "After the New Year, around March."

“March.” Song Yan nodded, his gaze drifting to the window. The snow wasn’t thick, but he felt cold all over. “It’s a good time, when spring is in full bloom.”

Si Yuan didn't reply, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the inside of the coffee cup.

My gaze inadvertently fell on his left arm, which was hanging down, and my pupils immediately constricted.

The force of the push wasn't light; now, dark red blood was seeping from the edge of the white bandage, spreading across a large patch on the light-colored coat.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she panicked instantly—she had just pushed him.

"You're bleeding!" Si Yuan suddenly stood up, her eyes fixed on the bloodstain.

Song Yan belatedly looked down, paused for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Si Yuan frowned. She didn't want to owe anyone a favor, especially Song Yan's.

"No, let's go to the hospital to get it treated."

Her tone was firm, and she urged Song Yan to hurry up and leave, carrying her bag.

Song Yan was taken aback by her sudden concern, and a warmth welled up in a desolate part of his heart.

It's not cold anymore.

A smile welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, gradually overshadowing the bitterness in them, becoming genuine and gentle, and then he obediently nodded.

"Okay, brother will listen to you."

——

In the hospital corridor, Si Yuan took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Wang, briefly recounting how she had encountered Song Yan that day and accidentally reopened his wound.

Jiang Wang's reply came within seconds of the message being sent.

"I'll pick you up later and take you out for something delicious."

Si Yuan looked at the screen, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

The slight irritation that had just arisen in her heart because of Song Yan was instantly soothed by Jiang Wang's gentleness.

In the doctor's office on the other side, Song Yangang asked the doctor to remove the old bandages.

The doctor frowned as he looked at the reopened wound, his tone tinged with doubt: "This shouldn't be the case. Your injury was healing quite well before. It's impossible for it to reopen like this from a single impact. It looks more like... it was caused by someone tearing it open."

Song Yan sat in the chair, listening quietly with no expression on his face, and simply said, "I'll be more careful next time."

The doctor didn't ask any more questions, and disinfected and bandaged him again, instructing, "Be careful this time, don't get injured again, otherwise it will heal even more slowly."

Song Yan nodded in agreement, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the window.

Si Yuan is still there, she hasn't left, that's good.