Chapter 157 Even a Brother Can Want to See His Sister

Chapter 157 Even a Brother Can Want to See His Sister

The door to the doctor's office was gently pushed open, and Si Yuan was leaning against the window sill in the corridor, lost in thought.

I don't know how things got to this point today...

When Song Yan came out, there was no blood on the newly changed bandage.

Si Yuan snapped out of her daze and stood up, her gaze unconsciously falling on his arm, her tone tinged with unnatural guilt.

"How is it? The doctor said it's nothing serious, right?"

Song Yan glanced down at the tightly wrapped bandage, his brows furrowing slightly, seemingly troubled: "The doctor said... it's a bit serious, the wound is deeper than expected, and I probably won't be able to move my arm for the next few days."

Si Yuan's heart sank; she hadn't expected it to be this serious.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to."

"Silly girl," Song Yan suddenly laughed, interrupting her, "Why are you apologizing to your brother? I'm not blaming you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, imagining ruffling her hair as he used to.

Si Yuan's phone suddenly rang in her pocket, and Song Yan snapped back to reality, abandoning his thought.

Inappropriate.

Doing this at this time will frighten her.

Si Yuan took out her phone and replied to a message.

Song Ting hesitated for a moment, his tone somewhat tentative: "But if you really feel bad about it... then let's have dinner together?"

He tried to keep his tone as natural as possible.

Si Yuan paused for a moment, then shook her head without thinking: "No, I have made plans to have dinner with Jiang Wang tonight."

Jiang Wang.

The name was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the last remaining warmth in Song Yan's eyes.

The smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only boundless silence.

Now, the boundless world of Siyuan is filled with Jiang Wang.

Eating, life, love, work... none of these things have anything to do with him anymore.

He was forever, and arbitrarily, placed behind Jiang Wang.

Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long while, he slowly nodded, "Okay, then we..."

Si Yuan was still replying to work messages when she turned and walked out, completely unaware of Song Yan's unusual behavior, and didn't even listen to what he was saying.

“If there are any problems with your injury, I can compensate you… although you don’t need the money, I should still do something.”

Song Yan watched her retreating figure and said, "It's alright."

He doesn't want money.

Does the relationship between him and her have to be so complicated?

The two arrived at the hospital entrance quickly.

Song Yan wanted to say something more, that if it didn't work this time, it could be done next time... as long as he could have a chance to be with her, even if it was just for a little while.

Before he could even speak, a black sedan slowly drove up from a distance.

Jiang Wang has arrived.

The car window rolled down, revealing Jiang Wang's profile.

He and Song Yan looked at each other, his eyes filled with a gloomy darkness.

Did Song Yan see through the provocation and the sharp edge?

Then, Jiang Wang turned and looked tenderly at Si Yuan.

"Shall we go?"

Si Yuan nodded to Song Yan, said softly, "Then I'll go first," and quickly got into the car.

Jiang Wang frowned, then suddenly became concerned about Song Yan: "Young Mr. Song, you still need to learn how to go to the doctor alone. Goodbye."

Song Yan remained expressionless.

It's not funny.

The car drove away smoothly, while Song Yan remained standing in the same spot.

Only when the taillights were completely out of sight did he seem to be in a daze, slowly raising his right hand and tightly gripping the bandage on his left arm.

The newly bandaged wound was squeezed by external force, and fresh blood quickly seeped out, spreading a glaring red stain on the white bandage.

The pain spread along his nerves, but he seemed completely oblivious.

He only slowly let go of her hand when he felt exhausted and when the red patch grew larger and larger.

My fingertips were covered in warm blood.

If this wound never heals, will she be able to care about me forever?

——

Inside the car, Jiang Wang turned up the temperature, making it comfortable.

Jiang Wang gently turned the steering wheel, unable to contain himself any longer, and complained, "That little scratch will scab over in two or three days. Only he's acting like he's seriously injured... Has he always been this dramatic since he was a child?"

"No, actually he usually doesn't say anything when he gets injured as a child."

Si Yuan lowered her eyes and frowned in distress: "To be honest, it's my fault. I pushed him so hard and got myself into trouble."

"What does this have to do with you?"

Jiang Wang stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated, creating a gust of wind.

They were both men, Jiang Wang understood.

"Isn't this just an excuse to make you owe him money?"

Si Yuan hesitated for a moment.

He wouldn't go to such extremes, would he?

——

Si Yuan has been invited to attend a design conference exchange session today.

She had just exchanged a few words with the people around her and was about to go to the table for a more detailed discussion when her gaze suddenly froze, fixing on a figure in the distance.

Song Yan stood not far away, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit. The bandage on his injured hand had been removed, but it was still hanging stiffly.

He was surrounded by several industry professionals.

Si Yuan noticed the label on his desk; it turned out that Song Yan was attending as a representative of the investors.

She quickly looked away, a faint, almost polite smile playing on her lips, and turned to blend into the crowd on the other side.

"Mr. Song, you don't look too well?" The boss next to Song Yan noticed Song Yan's unusual appearance and asked with concern.

Song Yan's gaze, however, bypassed the crowd and landed on Si Yuan's disappearing figure.

"It's nothing, the injury on my hand just won't heal, so it's having some effect."

These words happened to drift into Si Yuan's ears.

She pursed her lips, looked away, and tried her best not to pay attention to what Jiang Wang had said.

——

Si Yuan had just come out of the restroom when she looked up and met Song Yan's gaze.

His passing by was "very coincidental".

Song Yan smiled, a faint smile curving his lips: "Xiao Yuan, it's been a long time."

Si Yuan stopped in her tracks, her gaze involuntarily falling on his wound, her brows furrowing slightly. "Why... is he still not recovered?"

Several days had passed since she went to the hospital, and she thought the scabs should have formed and healed by now.

Song Yan followed her gaze to his forearm and explained, "I don't know either. It always cracks. Maybe I just haven't noticed. It's okay."

Si Yuan remained silent for a few more seconds.

This design exchange meeting covered areas completely unrelated to Song Yan's investment direction.

She looked up at him, smiled, and asked, "Did you... come here on purpose today?"

Song Yan's smile froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected her to call him out so directly.

"You are really smart."

Song Yan lowered his eyes with a somber expression and replied, "I just want to see you."

Si Yuan narrowed her eyes and subconsciously took half a step back, creating some distance.

"Didn't you say you were just my brother?"

Song Yan's gaze darkened slightly, but he remained calm and composed: "Brother, you can also miss your sister."

The air conditioner in the corridor blew gently, carrying a slightly cool breeze.

Si Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yan always seemed to confuse their relationship.

He mistook his desire to control his younger sister for affection, which is why he overstepped the line that time.

However, she would remind him.

They've all moved on with their own lives.