Chapter 180 Let's all calm down

Chapter 180 Let's all calm down

Jiang Wang held the stack of photos between his fingers, and his whole body seemed to grow cold.

He guessed almost instantly that everything that happened in Madrid that day was orchestrated.

The woman he met, during that period someone deliberately guided him, exacerbated the rift between him and Si Yuan.

Ultimately, it was all for these photos.

Why did Ke Siyuan have these photos?

Was it before her accident, or...?

Was it because of these photos that the miscarriage occurred?

Why doesn't she ask herself that question?

Why hide these photos?

If someone doesn't even take the initiative to question, it can only mean that... she doesn't care about the other person at all.

Si Yuan noticed that Jiang Wang hadn't returned for a long time, so she got up to go check on him. But as soon as she turned around, she saw Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang was always a spirited and ambitious person.

But now, he stood at the door holding those photos, his eyes filled with dejection and helplessness, tinged with a crimson hue.

Si Yuan glanced past the photos and smiled at him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wang walked in and threw the photos on the ground.

They were all scattered on the ground.

This scene is somewhat reminiscent of Jiang Wang questioning Si Yuan.

“I can explain these.”

"I have no doubts about you."

"Then why don't you say so?"

Si Yuan lowered her eyes and sat down carefully, not wanting to have any major emotional fluctuations: "There's nothing to say."

Jiang Wang suddenly smiled, closed his eyes, and pondered the sentence carefully.

There's nothing to say...

"Is it because you simply don't care?"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and looked at Si Yuan, at her cold eyes that had been there all these days, and felt his heart break.

"Were you this indifferent to Song Yan before? Or only to me? What kind of person am I in your heart? Promiscuous, casual, or do you think I've been playing around with you all year?"

Si Yuan didn't think of Jiang Wang in such an extreme way. After all, she had seen all the good things he had done for her, and Jiang Wang had indeed given her many things she had never experienced before.

However, the confusion and pain that his aloofness brought to Si Yuan during that period was also real.

Si Yuan was truly in love with him, which is why she was in so much pain and why she immediately thought of calling him when her life was in danger.

But he died.

He wanted to let Si Yuan know that it's best not to like someone too much.

Because anyone can make you sad.

But at this moment, Si Yuan didn't understand why he wanted to compare himself with Song Yan.

He knew perfectly well that he had long since stopped liking Song Yan.

"Jiang Wang, you've been so good to me..."

Jiang Wang suddenly lost control: "But why, you didn't even show me a tenth of your feelings? Do you think I haven't seen how much you like Song Yan? You don't care about me as much as you care about him. You didn't even ask me when you saw these photos. Why?"

"Also, how did Song Yan know about your accident? Why did he know you were pregnant, but I knew nothing about it?"

What could Si Yuan possibly say?

Even she herself, the person involved, didn't know.

But arguing about these things is pointless at this point.

Jiang Wang saw that she had her eyes downcast and didn't even have the slightest intention to argue.

That last glimmer of hope was extinguished completely, as if doused with ice water.

He nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, his voice hoarse and strained, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Yes, if I don't like it, I just don't like it. I didn't like it before, and I won't like it now..."

His gaze fell on the scattered photos, then abruptly shifted to Si Yuan's expressionless face. The crimson in his eyes faded, leaving only a deathly emptiness.

“Song Yan turned back, and you turned back too… From beginning to end, I was the only superfluous outsider. It was my overestimation of myself that led me to come along and become an eyesore.”

Jiang Wang took a half step back, his hands clenched into fists, trembling uncontrollably, trying his best to suppress his surging emotions.

"Since you don't want to see me, I won't get in your way."

He turned his face away, not daring to look at her again, afraid that if he looked at her for even a second longer, he would break down, unable to resist breaking through the last bit of dignity, afraid that he would humbly beg for an explanation, begging her to at least lie to him.

Even though he's grown up, he's never been one to back down.

He was only willing to back down when it came to Si Yuan.

They are willing to discard the so-called dignity and pride cultivated by those who are pampered and privileged.

"You...get some rest. We all need to...calm down and think things through."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps so fast he was almost unsteady, but he didn't look back.

The door closed gently, without making a loud noise, yet it felt like a blunt knife stabbing into the silent room, as if something had burst open.

Si Yuan remained seated, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

I only loosened my grip when the fabric started to wrinkle.

She looked up at the doorway, a faint trace of bewilderment finally flashing across her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

She didn't know what to say after chasing after him.

Jiang Wang was sad.

He loves her so much, yet he still neglects her, still doubts her, and still hangs up the phone when he hears her in pain.

Si Yuan doesn't want to trust anyone anymore.

The feeling of having your emotions affected by one person is so painful.

She lowered her head, touched her lower abdomen, and slowly gave a gentle smile.

"Daddy is angry. It's Mommy's fault, but Mommy... just wanted to give birth to you safely."

——

The golden retriever lay obediently at Jiang Shu's feet, nuzzling its head against her palm and whimpering contentedly.

Watching this scene, seeing Jiang Shu happily stroking the golden retriever's head, just like ten years ago, Meng Huaizhi couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that he was finally satisfied, and his heart was finally at peace.

"Now, do you still want to marry Zheng Qingyuan?"

Jiang Shu paused in stroking the dog, then resumed her gentle strokes.

She looked up at Meng Huaizhi, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Mr. Meng, you're raising it, not me. A dog isn't enough to change my mind."

Meng Huaizhi's smile froze.

The dog reopened a secret from ten years ago, and Jiang Shu was not unmoved.

But so what? He could take the dog away quietly back then, but he never responded to her waiting.

Despite caring deeply, she still wasted ten years of her life.

She is not an irresponsible person like him.

And now he suddenly reappears, disrupting her life and questioning her choices. On what grounds?

Meng Huaizhi probably didn't expect that he had long since lost control of Jiang Shu's thoughts.

She doesn't look like her brother at all.

"Jiang Shu, do you really have to keep acting like this?"

Meng Huaizhi panicked and lost control.

At that moment, he finally realized that Jiang Shu really intended to get married.

The wedding photos are real, and the engagement is also real.

She's really getting married, marrying someone else, and from now on, she'll just be a part of her past.

Meng Huaizhi's fingers tightened slightly, his knuckles turned white, and the emotion in his eyes darkened in an instant.

"Jiang Shu, why do you insist on marrying someone you don't like?"

His voice was low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "Is getting married... really that important?"

Jiang Shu no longer wanted to argue with him.

She lowered her head and gently rubbed the golden retriever's ear tips with her fingertips, as if to soothe it.

Marriage is indeed not important.

But for her, it was a different way of life—stable, controllable, and without the need to gamble.

She raised her eyes, a polite but distant smile on her lips: "Mr. Meng, I hope you will never appear in my life again."

She paused, then said calmly, "Of course, you're welcome to attend my wedding as my uncle."

She looked at him, smiled faintly, and stood up to say goodbye. "I'll bring Qingyuan to toast you then."