Chapter 181 Si Yuan is Gone

Chapter 181 Si Yuan is Gone

Jiang Wang kept drinking one cup after another.

He had been so confused and exhausted lately that he had never felt this way about getting drunk.

Fang Yan patted his shoulder anxiously, worried that he might get into trouble because he had drunk too much: "Dude, it can't be that bad, right? Why are you giving each other the silent treatment again?"

Jiang Wang remained silent, then raised his hand and poured himself another cup.

Fang Yan sighed: "The day we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, you were as happy as a 140-pound child. And now, before we've even had the wedding, you've been played like this by a woman... Luckily, I only mess around and don't date."

Zheng Qinyun, who was standing next to him, retorted directly: "Get lost, get lost, don't cause trouble here."

Zheng Qinyun coughed and said seriously, "Neither of you has a mouth. Just talk it out."

Jiang Wang paused, then said in a low voice, "But she doesn't tell me anything."

Zheng Qinyun rolled her eyes: "The day the person had the accident, didn't you also go abroad and go missing, and even hang up on them on the phone?"

Jiang Wang paused, then fell silent.

Fang Yan, also feeling indignant, quickly added, "I can testify, you even smashed my phone and stole it..."

Jiang Wang shot Fang Yan a cold glare, and Fang Yan immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze unfocused: "I don't know if she still likes me or not."

Zheng Qinyun raised an eyebrow: "So you two are planning to break up?"

Jiang Wang raised his head, his eyes resolute: "Impossible. I love her, so I can't let her go. As long as she doesn't turn back to Song Yan, I won't let go."

He paused, then set a final deadline for each other: "We just need to calm down. One week... If I go home in a week and she's ready to go abroad, then I can pretend nothing happened."

That's what he thought.

But he never imagined that Si Yuan would not wait for him.

——

Si Yuan didn't know when Jiang Wang would return, nor did she receive a call from him. Perhaps he wanted to leave before her, otherwise, this long period of being out of contact wouldn't have happened.

In fact, Meng Huaizhi was right when he said that Jiang Wang's mindset was always young, healthy, and not on par with hers.

Such disputes and suspicions will only repeat themselves again and again.

But she didn't want to be sad so many times again.

Today is the day she goes to the south of the city.

Si Yuan spent a long time tidying up, not wanting to leave anything unnecessary behind.

She pulled her luggage to the door and glanced back at the empty living room.

I lived here for a year and had many sweet moments with Jiang Wang.

There were also many things that she and Jiang Wang bought together.

She truly believed this would be her home.

I never knew leaving could be so heartbreaking.

In reality, no matter how deep the love, once separated, they are no different from strangers.

Si Yuan lowered her eyes, turned around and closed the door.

Jiang Wang was at the company, having just finished his work, when he suddenly received a phone call.

The caller ID showed Meng Huaizhi.

That's ridiculous. Why would he call himself?

Jiang Wang casually answered the call.

Meng Huaizhi's voice was calm: "Congratulations on your sister's marriage."

Jiang Wang frowned: "You should say that to my sister yourself."

She blocked me.

"Is that so?" Jiang Wang said flippantly, "Then they really deserve it."

Meng Huaizhi seemed to be laughing, his tone carrying an almost pitying indifference: "Jiang Wang, you're actually quite immature and stubborn. You should grow up; perhaps in a few years, you'll become more mature..."

It can make Si Yuan dare to believe and no longer be easily swayed by emotions.

Jiang Wang was completely confused and couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense. He impatiently cursed, "You're sick."

Then he hung up the phone.

He glanced at the calendar on the table—tomorrow was the day he and Si Yuan were going on a trip abroad.

The emotions that had been building up inside me for a week suddenly burst forth at this moment.

He longed to go back and see Si Yuan immediately.

He hadn't contacted Si Yuan for a week since that day.

This was the first time he had restrained his longing for her for such a long time without taking the initiative to contact her...

In fact, by the second day, Jiang Wang's defenses were already on the verge of collapse. He wasn't heartless; the woman he loved had just lost their child, yet he was afraid of being disliked even by being by her side, so he could only stay far away, waiting for her to remember him, feeling as aggrieved as a grandson.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the last day.

The assistant pushed open the door and hesitated for a moment before saying, "President Jiang, I heard that Song Yan went to Nancheng a few days ago, and I guess he will be developing his career there in the future."

Jiang Wang paused, a barely perceptible hint of relief flashing in his eyes—

This is a good thing.

Now that Song Yan is gone, I'm sure I and Si Yuan can reconcile.

Even though he knew that the deepening problems between him and Si Yuan were not just Song Yan's problem.

——

The next day, Jiang Wang spent the entire morning busy in the kitchen.

I made sweet and sour pork ribs, tomato beef brisket, and her favorite osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root.

He went to the flower shop and picked out a bouquet of white roses, wrapped in simple and clean floral paper.

Si Yuan likes clean things and doesn't need any extra embellishments.

I got in the car, steadied myself in the rearview mirror, and gave a not-so-deliberate smile.

Don't appear too eager; act as if things are going naturally, while subtly conveying your desire to reconcile.

We arrived at our destination quickly.

Jiang Wang stood at the door carrying many things and rang the doorbell.

But no one came to open the door.

Jiang Wang was stunned for two seconds before realizing what was going on. Si Yuan had probably been working on her drafts all night again; she often worked night shifts and was probably catching up on sleep right now.

He took out his keys and opened the door himself.

The house remained quiet and empty.

However, Si Yuan was a quiet person, and when she was at home, the house was always empty and quiet, so Jiang Wang did not notice anything wrong.

He placed the flowers and the thermos on the dining table and poured himself a glass of warm water. His gaze unconsciously swept across the living room; the blanket on the sofa was neatly folded, and her paintbrushes and magazines, which she had casually left on the coffee table, were gone.

He felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart, but quickly suppressed it; she had probably tidied up.

Then he went up the stairs to the second-floor bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Jiang Wang casually pushed it open.

Then the smile froze for a moment.

The bed was neatly arranged, and no one was there.

Jiang Wang frowned, only then realizing something was wrong, and turned to go to the art studio.

However, when he opened the studio, he was completely stunned.

The easel was gone, the walls were empty, not even a single sheet of draft paper remained.

Everything that Si Yuan loved and was obsessed with has disappeared.

Jiang Wang felt as if something was gripping his heart tightly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.

He slowly retreated, his gaze sweeping over the vast villa, and tentatively called out, "Si Yuan?"

No one answered.