Chapter 175 Si Yuan Plans to Leave

Chapter 175 Si Yuan Plans to Leave

"Do you know what exactly happened to Si Yuan?"

Jiang Shu grabbed Jiang Wang by the collar, looking at him with exasperation, and continued to question him: "Do you even know what you've done?"

Jiang Wang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he hesitated before uttering two words: "What is it?"

Isn't this a relapse of depression?

Jiang Shu closed her eyes, as if preparing herself mentally, thinking about how to say it.

But before he could finish speaking, a voice so soft it was almost shattering interrupted him from behind.

"I am pregnant."

The ward became eerily quiet for a moment, and even the ticking of the medical instruments sounded exceptionally clear.

Si Yuan's voice was calm, as if she were describing the weather, "But... the child is gone again."

Jiang Shu stepped aside, and Jiang Wang's gaze fell directly on Si Yuan's face.

Her eyes remained gentle and sorrowful, yet they seemed veiled by a layer of mist, obscuring the emotions within.

In that instant, Jiang Wang felt as if his brain had been emptied, his ears were ringing, and all the strength in his body had been drained away.

"...The child?" he murmured repeatedly, his throat feeling as if it were being stabbed. "Is it our child?"

Si Yuan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face: "Mm."

Jiang Wang had no idea that he was pregnant.

Little did he know that the child—before he could even rejoice—was already gone.

His chest felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock, making it difficult to even breathe. His voice trembled, hoarse and almost inaudible: "How could...it be gone?"

Si Yuan remained calm: "An accident."

She didn't look at him.

No one knows how long it took her to force herself to accept the fact that Jiang Wang didn't love her that much.

Only then could I calmly tell him that the child was gone.

“It’s not a long pregnancy,” she paused, “so it won’t have much of an impact. I can be discharged in three days.”

But unexpectedly, it was Jiang Wang who lost control.

Even if a prodigal son returns, will he pity the child he has never met?

Jiang Wang's eyes stung with tears. He grabbed Si Yuan's hand and pulled her into his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here... Don't be afraid."

Is he there?

Si Yuan blinked blankly.

Where was he at that time?

Having been abandoned too many times, Si Yuan couldn't understand why there was any need to explain if someone was simply not there.

She leaned against Jiang Wang's chest, nodded, but said nothing.

Jiang Shu stood to the side, her brows furrowed.

As a woman herself, she could sense the deathly stillness behind Si Yuan's calm.

——

The next morning, Jiang Wang gently drew back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, falling on Si Yuan's face, tiny dust particles floating in the beams. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Jiang Wang walked over, squatted down, placed his palm on her cheek, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Si Yuan, get up and eat."

Si Yuan looked at him, a hint of disorientation flashing in her eyes.

Perhaps he was curious as to how Jiang Wang had reverted to being the patient and considerate man he once was.

She nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Wang reached out to help her, but Si Yuan sat up first, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

She no longer depends on him.

Jiang Wang's hand froze in mid-air. He belatedly realized what had happened and slowly withdrew his hand.

Si Yuan asked, "Where's my phone?"

Jiang Wang snapped out of his daze and quickly took his phone from the bedside table and handed it over.

Si Yuan took it, her fingertips slightly cool, and skillfully unlocked the screen, opening her chat window with Meng Huaizhi—

I'm ready to go to the south of the city.

That short line was the only thing Si Yuan had seriously considered in the past few days.

Jiang Wang ladled out some porridge for her, placed it in front of her, blew on it, and asked, "What's wrong? You don't look well."

Si Yuan put away her phone, looked up at him, and said calmly, "It's nothing, just some work-related stuff."

Jiang Wang felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone were gripping it.

He would rather she question him, complain about him, cry about him, or scold him, even if it was a hysterical interrogation, than this calm and peaceful situation.

This tranquility was like an invisible wall separating them, impenetrable and shutting out all warmth.

They just lost a child—

Jiang Wang opened his mouth, but found that his throat was blocked and he could not make a sound.

He had fantasized countless times about what their child would look like, whether it would be a boy or a girl. Actually, anything would be fine, as long as it was theirs. If it was a girl, she would definitely be as cute as Si Yuan.

That day came too suddenly, so suddenly that he hadn't even had a chance to reach out and touch it before it disappeared.

Jiang Wang's fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Si Yuan, let's eat first."

Si Yuan nodded and ate her food obediently, her movements very slow, as if she were completing a task that had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Wang sat to the side, wanting to speak, to explain what had happened these past few days, to tell her that none of this was what they wanted to see.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

She doesn't need to explain now; explaining would only make him look more ridiculous.

——

The air in the bar's private room was stifling, filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.

Song Yan, Ji Song, and Lin Shuangyu were all in the same private room. Several empty bottles of liquor were scattered on the table, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

Lin Shuangyu stared into Song Yan's eyes, her voice tentative: "Really nothing?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and nodded.

Lin Shuangyu paused for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, a somewhat maniacal laugh.

"Okay...okay..."

She never imagined she would live to see this day, only to find that Si Yuan's child was gone.

"It wasn't for nothing that I disguised myself as a nurse to deliver the photos to her, just in case the baby in her belly wasn't completely dead... I never expected it would really be gone!"

Ji Song leaned lazily against the far corner of the sofa, remaining silent until he heard this, at which point he frowned in annoyance.

He picked up a glass of wine, stood up, and walked straight over.

Lin Shuangyu assumed they were there to congratulate her, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

Before she could finish laughing, Ji Song splashed the glass of wine on her head.

The cold liquid slid down Lin Shuangyu's hair, wetting her face and neck, instantly extinguishing her laughter and freezing her expression.

He gently tossed the cup aside, and it smashed on the floor, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the private room.

"It's so noisy."

Lin Shuangyu looked up, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face, her eyes still wide with shock: "Are you crazy?"

Ji Song looked down at her and said, "Look at us now, who looks like a madman?"

Lin Shuangyu's expression changed, and he belatedly looked away, haphazardly wiping the wine off his face, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum.

The private room fell into dead silence.

Song Yan rubbed his temples and said in a low voice, "That's enough."

Ji Song ignored him, simply stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

"I must be crazy to play these ridiculous and boring tricks with you guys."

The neon lights at the end of the corridor flickered with a beautiful light, reflecting on Ji Song's indifferent profile.

He lit a cigarette, letting the nicotine sting his chest.

—Jiang Wang is in so much pain right now, so why isn't he as happy as I imagined when he hears that Si Yuan lost her child after her suffering?

Amidst the swirling smoke, Ji Song closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, "They've all gone mad."