Chapter 196 A Game

Chapter 196 A Game

I turned on the light, and the warm yellow light instantly filled the room.

Si Yuan clung tightly to Jiang Wang's neck.

She liked the taste, even though at that moment she was completely unaware and unable to think about who it was.

But she likes it.

Jiang Wang placed Si Yuan on the bed, and she curled up into a ball almost instinctively, like a startled kitten.

He hugged himself tightly, his brow furrowed, looking extremely uneasy.

He leaned down, looking at her with a puzzled expression, and slowly spoke.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she were talking to herself: "After being with Song Yan for so long, why do I still feel so insecure, just like when I'm sleeping alone?"

She's always been like this.

Later, after the two slept together for a long time, Jiang Wang insisted that she hold him every night.

Even if she turned over in her sleep, if Jiang Wang woke up in the middle of the night and saw her, he would pull her hands and feet back and hold them around his waist.

It took me a very long time to break this habit.

But now, she's like this again.

Si Yuan's breathing was even, and her eyelashes cast faint shadows under the light. She was clearly too drunk to hear anything.

Jiang Wang's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her lower abdomen.

Then, tentatively and cautiously, she reached out and gently covered her waist, which was soft and slender.

There once was a child here.

Their children.

The day he learned of the child's existence, the child was gone.

Jiang Wang's gaze slowly fell on her face, sweeping over her brow and lips inch by inch.

Those old memories surged up like a tide.

She took his hand and said, "Jiang Wang, let's get married."

When she was abandoned by the Song family and huddled alone in the stairwell;

She was wearing a wedding dress and smiled at him...

Jiang Wang's hand tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

He just stared at her for a long time without saying a word.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Wang seemed to have regained consciousness.

He looked away, turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him as he answered the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was very low.

"Jiang Wang, what's going on?"

Fang Yan was on the other end of the phone, her voice tinged with urgency, "I heard you found him?"

It's not that he hasn't looked for someone over the years, it's that he's unwilling to look.

Fang Yan had said that they were destined to be together, and since they weren't completely divorced, they would definitely be able to find each other if they went there.

Jiang Wang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city lights in the night, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression unreadable.

Fang Yan, growing impatient, asked, "Has it been found?"

"Yes, I found it."

He gave a nonchalant reply and lit a cigarette.

"Have you figured out exactly why you left five years ago?"

Jiang Wang paused for a moment.

I understand now.

That's right, after all the twists and turns, she still loved Song Yan. Coincidentally, the child was lost, so the two of them eloped.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang lowered his eyelids and chuckled.

Fang Yan was taken aback: "But your tone is off. You've finally found your white moonlight, you shouldn't be so cold, right?"

Jiang Wang did not answer immediately, and unconsciously tapped on the windowpane with his other hand.

He slowly began, "He's drunk now, so he came home with me."

"So much progress?" Fang Yan exclaimed in surprise, his tone meaningful. "Then isn't this a long-awaited reunion?"

His voice lowered: "Xiao Sheng is newly married, their passion is burning bright, and she still has time to answer my call?"

Jiang Wang exhaled a puff of smoke and closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing something.

"It's a reunion."

"He also reunited with his child with Song Yan."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone; Fang Yan seemed to still be in shock.

"What do you mean? She...she's really with Song Yan?"

It seems that Fang Yan had already heard some rumors before making this phone call.

"Um."

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Actually... it was your mother who asked me to call you and ask about Si Yuan's marriage."

He dared not joke around anymore: "But I didn't expect it to be... Song Yan."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Then why are you still keeping her at home?"

Jiang Wang chuckled softly, extinguished his cigarette, and said calmly, "After playing with her for so long, I'm also quite curious to see if this game is fun or not."

Just how much fun must it be for her to treat her heart like trash and trample it on the ground?

What does it feel like to put your heart on the ground?

She tricked him twice.

Jiang Wang also wanted to play this game.

It starts tonight, waiting outside her dinner party.

Fang Yan was taken aback, sensing the coldness in Jiang Wang's tone.

He had been thinking about how to get revenge on Meng Huaizhi and seek justice for his sister for several years. He was almost at the last minute, and Meng Huaizhi was about to be ruined, but Jiang Shu stopped him in the end.

"you……"

"I have my own rhythm."

Fang Yan didn't say anything more.

"Don't get yourself into this mess, you like her so much."

Jiang Wang smiled.

"I'm not eighteen anymore, and I'll never do it again."

The phone call ended, and the room fell silent again.

Jiang Wang returned to the bedroom, stood by the window, and looked down at Si Yuan.

Even now, she can still lie so calmly on his bed, trusting his scent, as if she still loves him very much.

Si Yuan shifted slightly, perhaps feeling unwell, and frowned.

A hint of impatience flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

He looked at her and complained, "How come you've lost so much weight?"

She's so dry and withered, how did Song Yan manage to raise her?

They're nowhere near as good as the ones I used to raise myself.

As if sensing something, Si Yuan suddenly turned over and softly murmured something in her sleep—

"Jiang Wang... can you please stop making me sad?"

His shoulder jolted slightly, as if he had been struck by something.

He paused for a moment, then slowly squatted down, rubbing his fingertips against Si Yuan's cheek, his eyes filled with doubt and dissatisfaction.

How am I supposed to answer you, Si Yuan?

But you make me very sad.

This is unfair, Si Yuan.

——

Sunlight streamed softly through the sheer curtains, bathing the foot of the bed.

Si Yuan opened her eyes groggily.

The next second, I suddenly woke up.

She sat up abruptly, her head throbbing violently; she was in an unfamiliar bedroom.

Si Yuan froze for a few seconds, then hurriedly took out her phone from the bedside table, pressed a few buttons, and realized it was out of power and turned off.

My heart skipped a beat.

Last night's memory is fragmented, with only some blurry pieces remaining.

Hugs, scents, black shirts...

She realized something and quickly looked down to check her clothes.

Fortunately, all the buttons were intact, the clothes were undamaged, and nothing happened.

Si Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked barefoot on the carpet to the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

The living room was quiet, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the city at dawn.

And Jiang Wang.

Si Yuan's heart clenched instantly.

He sat at the dining table, two buttons undone on his shirt, setting out the plates.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Wang looked up and smiled at her.

"woke up?"

Si Yuan nodded absentmindedly.

Jiang Wang said, "Let's have breakfast."