Chapter 200 I Have No Intention of Leaving

Chapter 200 I Have No Intention of Leaving

Si Yuan finally caught his breath. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm not planning to leave. I just want to go to Hong Kong to celebrate Xiao Zhou's birthday."

Jiang Wang was startled, then looked up in a daze, slightly taken aback, and said, "Really?"

Si Yuan nodded.

Jiang Wang paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... I thought..."

“Jiang Wang,” Si Yuan interrupted him, her voice soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness, “you can let go of me now.”

But Jiang Wang held her even tighter, afraid that she might leave again in the next second.

"Let's make up."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a restrained expectation and a hint of ingratiation.

He added, worried that she might not have heard him clearly, "Let's make up."

Si Yuan was stunned and hadn't had time to react when Jiang Wang hurriedly said, "There is no reason for us to never see each other again."

Even now, Jiang Wang still doesn't know why Si Yuan insisted on leaving him.

The child is gone, why doesn't she hate herself, why does she just leave so quietly?

If you absolutely have to leave for five years, at least you should hate yourself, right?

But on the day they met again, when she saw herself, she felt no hatred, but rather fear, as if she were hiding from her.

Si Yuan's breath hitched, and her eyes felt slightly hot.

She didn't answer; she just wanted to push his hand away.

But as soon as he took a step back, a sharp and obsessive glint flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes, and he said in a desperate gamble, "Si Yuan, I don't care about that child, I don't care that you're with Song Yan..."

Si Yuan interrupted him: "Just because you don't care doesn't mean I don't care."

Jiang Wang stared at her, stunned.

“I’m not something you can just pick up and throw away, or take back whenever you want. The things you don’t care about are everything to me. I don’t want to… I don’t want to stay with someone who might abandon me at any time, and be ready to be abandoned at any time.”

Si Yuan said calmly, "It's not your fault, and you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I'm all alone now, and no one can abandon me."

Jiang Wang opened his mouth, as if trying to explain something, but found that all his words seemed pale and powerless.

Yes, the child's loss was indeed not directly related to him.

But it was also him who frightened Si Yuan.

This caused Si Yuan to lose trust in herself.

Si Yuan broke free from his embrace, stepped aside, and got into the car and left.

Jiang tried to take her hand, but failed.

——

Song Yanzheng sat in the main seat of the conference room, his expression indifferent, listening attentively to the project report.

My phone suddenly vibrated slightly on the desktop.

He frowned slightly. Few people knew his private phone number.

He picked it up, swiped his finger across the screen, and a photo popped up, instantly filling his field of vision.

The photo shows Jiang Wang holding Si Yuan's nape in a dimly lit garage, leaning down to kiss her.

He was kissing her.

He sat up abruptly, knocking over a glass of water on the table. Scalding water splashed onto his hands, but he seemed oblivious to it.

He felt as if he had been doused with cold water, frozen in his seat, his breathing becoming rapid.

The several executives below were all startled.

Song Yan has always been a mild-mannered and unassuming person.

He rarely shows his emotions in public and always remains indifferent and restrained.

"President Song?"

The director's voice sounded like it came from a great distance.

Song Yan didn't hear it; he kept looking at the photo.

The calm in his eyes crumbled little by little, replaced by a chill.

The director called out again tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan slammed his phone onto the table with a loud bang.

The glass tabletop shattered with a crack, and the phone was broken into pieces.

The entire audience was stunned, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Song Yan stood up, his icy aura making it impossible to look directly at him, and uttered three words from his thin lips—

"It's not going to open anymore."

Then he turned and strode away.

Humans are prone to greed.

At first, all Song Yanqiu wanted was to stay with Si Yuan, to watch over her like when they were children, to be able to see her at all times, and to be the only person she was close to.

But later it turned into an undisguised possessiveness, wanting her to only have eyes for him and not wanting anyone else to get close to her.

Now, all of this has been shattered by Jiang Wang.

With trembling hands, Song Yan dialed Si Yuan's number.

Si Yuan had just arrived home when she answered the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Where are you?"

Si Yuan didn't notice the odd tone in Song Yan's voice and replied truthfully, "I just got back from the company."

She paused, then asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan forced a smile, even though she couldn't see it, he still couldn't bear to have bad feelings towards her.

"It's nothing, I... I'll go to Hong Kong with you in a while, okay?"

Si Yuan paused, then asked, "Why so suddenly?"

Song Yan said gently, "It's not convenient for you to take care of the child alone. I happen to have some work to take care of, so I think it's a good fit."

Si Yuan nodded: "Since we're going the same way, then... let's go together."

Song Yan frowned, looked down at the burn on the back of his hand, and slowly smiled: "Okay, it's a deal then, let's do it together."

Si Yuan felt that Song Yan's voice was a bit strange, but thinking of what happened last time, she hesitated for a moment and still didn't ask any more questions.

——

Jiang Wang went home, and Fang Yan called again.

Jiang Wang lay back on the sofa before slowly answering the call.

I closed my eyes, as if the touch of Si Yuan still lingered on the corner of my lips.

Kissing her is like an addiction.

After all these years, I still can't get rid of this habit.

Fang Yan laughed nonchalantly on the other end of the phone, "What, you really aren't planning to come back? Several agencies are waiting for you."

Jiang Wang leaned back on the sofa, his slender fingers casually flicking the tassel of the lamp, the light and shadow swaying in his eyes. "I won't be going back for now."

Fang Yan paused for a moment, then his tone immediately became meaningful, "You don't really intend to take revenge on Si Yuan, do you?"

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, parted his thin lips slightly, and said in a low, nonchalant voice, "Why not?"

"Come on," Fang Yan scoffed. "Still spouting 'I have my own rhythm,' rhythm guy, tell me, how far have you gotten in the retaliation?"

Jiang Wang's eyes darkened slightly, clearly displeased with Fang Yan's teasing of his seemingly perfect plan.

“It’s simple—I’ll make her fall in love with me again, and then I’ll dump her. Just like she did to me five years ago.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Fang Yanqi's chuckle.

"Wow, I thought you were going to ruin her career with a flick of your finger, sabotage her relationship with Song Yan, and make her feel suffocated... but you've actually made her fall in love with you?"

He added, "This is simply the greatest ex-revenge plan of the century."

Jiang Wang hung up the phone immediately.

It's so noisy.

Jiang Wang tossed his phone aside.

He leaned back on the sofa, his mind blank, and slowly tightened his fingers, the tassel curling into a ball in his palm.

As if suddenly remembering something, Jiang Wang picked up his phone again.

"Did that art company in the south of the city you mentioned open last time?"

The vice president said, "No."

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes slightly, paused, and said, "The typhoon in Nancheng just ended, and I'm thinking of organizing a charity art exhibition. I happen to know a landscape designer; I'll send you his phone number later so you can contact him."

"By the way, don't say it's Jiang's company."