Chapter 169 Fake Death

Chapter 169 Feigning Death

Looking at her tense profile, Song Yan softened his voice, with a hint of deliberate caution: "Xiao Yuan, I'm sorry, go and handle Lin Shuangyu's funeral arrangements."

"If I didn't tell you beforehand, will you blame me for taking matters into my own hands?"

Si Yuan had no time to dwell on these things; she didn't care at all why Song Yan wanted to collect Lin Shuangyu's body.

From the moment she severed ties with her family, nothing the Song family or Song Yan did had anything to do with her anymore.

She simply asked, "And what about her body?"

“He has already been cremated.” Song Yan said in a flat tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. “The Lin family has no one to take care of him, and we can’t just leave him there forever, so I took the liberty of sending him to the funeral home, where his ashes are temporarily stored.”

Si Yuan stared at him intently, her gaze filled with hesitation.

Song Yan's expression was far too calm.

If Lin Shuangyu really died, would he be so indifferent?

Before she could think it through, Song Yan's gaze had already fallen on the examination report she was clutching in her hand.

A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he asked, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Si Yuan subconsciously put the examination report away, her tone clearly distant.

"It's nothing, I just came to check on things."

She really didn't want to get entangled with Song Yan anymore, especially after everything that had happened recently, she felt physically and mentally exhausted.

After saying that, she stopped looking at Song Yan and turned to walk out.

She didn't believe it.

She needs to find a way to verify Lin Shuangyu's situation.

If Lin Shuangyu gets out, she will do everything she can to send her back in.

Song Yan remained standing there, watching Si Yuan's retreating figure. His eyes, which had just been filled with a gentle smile, gradually turned cold.

In the end, only a bone-chilling cold remained.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing a blank face, and silently turned and walked downstairs.

The stairwell was dimly lit and filled with the smell of alcohol and disinfectant.

Song Yan walked to the corner, raised his hand and pushed open the half-closed security door. Before the person behind the door could react, he grabbed the person by the neck.

It was a woman.

Just now, Si Yuan suspected it was the woman from Lin Shuangyu.

Song Yan stared at her, his pure black pupils appearing even more profound and captivating in the dim light.

"What are you trying to do by bringing her here? Who gave you the right to make this decision on your own!"

The woman's face turned red from being choked. She struggled to raise her hand to pry his wrist off, and soft whimpers came from her throat.

A few seconds later, Song Yan loosened his grip slightly, and the woman coughed violently, taking the opportunity to remove her mask, revealing a pale, bloodless face.

...It was none other than Lin Shuangyu.

Her eyes were filled with numbness, but a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of her lips as she looked at Song Yan, her voice hoarse: "She's pregnant, isn't she?"

Song Yan was stunned, not expecting Lin Shuangyu to find out so quickly.

Before Song Yan could answer, she laughed even more maniacally, "I knew it! She wanted to go to the obstetrics department, she must be pregnant!"

"So, I wanted her to die along with her unborn child! I can only live like this, hiding my identity and barely surviving. Why should Si Yuan live so well? Why should she be able to have a child?"

Song Yan tightened his grip and threatened in a low voice, "I pulled you out of there so you could do whatever you want, and I certainly didn't let you touch her! If you dare lay a finger on her, I'll send you back immediately, and you'll never be able to get out again, understand?"

Lin Shuangyu was being choked and couldn't breathe, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, she slowly fixed her gaze on Song Yan, her eyes filled with pain and mockery.

She gave a bitter laugh, her voice filled with deep resentment: "What? You can't bear to part with it?"

"Did you tell her how you felt?"

"Song Yan, you and your dear sister are truly a match made in heaven, both of you are utterly devoid of morality and ethics!"

Song Yan's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and the hand gripping her neck tightened again, his eyes surging with coldness: "Shut up!"

Lin Shuangyu's breathing became increasingly difficult, and his face turned from red to white.

As Song Yan watched, the ruthlessness in his eyes gradually faded, and his fingers loosened slightly.

"Never mind," he murmured, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Keeping you around is still useful."

Lin Shuangyu suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently. Fresh air rushed into his throat, bringing a burning pain.

She gasped for breath, looked up at Song Yan, and the mockery in her eyes remained undiminished.

Song Yan looked down at her, the dim light outlining the cold, hard contours of his face. His tone was icy: "What are you doing at the hospital? Have you forgotten that you're 'dead' now? Aren't you afraid of being recognized and sent back to that place?"

Lin Shuangyu was taken aback, then gave a cold laugh and slowly stood up against the cold wall.

She raised her hand and yanked open the collar of her trench coat, revealing a crisscrossing network of scars below her neck, grotesquely crawling across her pale skin.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse, filled with resentment, her eyes fixed on Song Yan. "Look at these scars! I got them when I escaped from that hellhole. Why can't I come to the hospital and find a way to get them removed?"

She suddenly raised her voice, her tone full of accusation: "You said it was a fake car accident, so I could die legitimately and get away with it! But why? Why am I so badly injured, left with these indelible scars?"