Chapter 195 It's not his child.

Chapter 195 It's not his child.

Jiang Wang seemed to have lost interest in standing with her in the cold wind any longer.

He suddenly tightened his arms and lifted Si Yuan up in his arms.

Si Yuan gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her palms against the warm skin on the back of his neck.

Jiang Wang reminded him, "Don't shout, I'm just taking you home."

Si Yuan calmed down.

He carried Si Yuan towards the car.

Jiang Wencai chased after them, and she stared in astonishment at their backs, recognizing them as the man who had made Si Yuan cry that day.

So he hurriedly took out his phone and called Song Yan.

Upon hearing Jiang Wang's command, Si Yuan, as if possessed, stopped struggling.

Overwhelmed by the fatigue of working overtime for days and the haze of alcohol, she rested her face on his shoulder, somewhat craving this brief moment of peace.

Does she still love Jiang Wang?

Even Si Yuan himself couldn't explain it clearly.

She may have loved him, but she was afraid of being abandoned again, so she stripped that love away from the necessities of life, making it an optional one.

But sometimes, people just don't act rationally.

“Five years ago…” she suddenly began, her voice choked with emotion, tears silently seeping into his shirt, “I called you that day, why did you hang up?”

Jiang Wang paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered two words calmly: "I'm sorry."

“What’s the use of saying sorry?” Si Yuan looked up at him, her eyes red and misty. “You were never cold to me before, but you always avoided me during that time, and you spoke to me coldly… I was so scared. I was afraid that you would get tired of me and leave me like other people did.”

Her voice trailed off, revealing an undeniable vulnerability, "You know perfectly well that what I fear most is being abandoned..."

Jiang Wang looked down at her tear-stained cheeks, his fingertips began to itch again, wanting to wipe away her tears, but he froze in mid-air.

Song Yan's words were still echoing in his ears, like a thorn stuck in his heart, causing pain with the slightest movement.

If you clearly don't like it anymore, why make up these excuses?

He already has children with other people, yet he always looks so wronged. Do you want to tease him again?

Si Yuan, you are really suited to be an actress.

A face that bewitches men, eyes that are captivating and mesmerizing, yet he seems to be the most innocent person in the world.

Si Yuan didn't hear a reply and stared at him blankly.

But she saw a layer of icy indifference in his eyes, which instantly created a distance between them.

Si Yuan frowned, as if trying to figure something out, but her mind was in turmoil due to the alcohol and her emotions.

She looked up at him, her voice trembling, "Why are you unhappy? You were the one who hung up on me first. I was alone in the hospital, waiting for your news for a long time. I was really sad... Also, the wedding room you designed was really ugly..."

Si Yuan is not good at expressing herself and keeps many things to herself for a very long time.

Even when he left five years ago, it was all done quietly.

I was drunk today, which is why I complained and said everything.

Jiang Wang held her in his arms, his steps never faltering.

Looking down, I saw the tears welling up in her eyes again, and a soft spot in my heart was touched.

But another, even colder thought suppressed it.

"The wedding room is ugly?" he repeated in a low voice, his tone as if he were joking, but cold: "Didn't you never intend to move in at all?"

Si Yuan was taken aback by his words, as if a sore spot had been touched, and hurriedly shook her head: "I didn't... I just..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she uttered incoherent words that even she could not understand.

Jiang Wang didn't press further, nor was he particularly interested.

Si Yuan spoke in a daze, then, as if remembering something, she suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Do you think children are cute?"

Jiang Wang suddenly stopped walking.

He looked down and met her gaze.

There was a hint of intoxication, vulnerability, and a trace of expectation in those eyes that he couldn't decipher.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.

"So cute."

It's not his child, why ask him?

Si Yuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, nodded, closed her eyes again, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled, "I'm glad you like it."