Chapter 212 I'm Just Being a Jerk

Chapter 212 I'm Just Being a Jerk

He found out.

Song Yan was certain that Jiang Wang knew about the thing he had always been afraid of.

Si Yuan... will never come back.

Just a few days ago, he was at the amusement park with Si Yuan, playing with the children. They were eating the same ice cream, taking photos with all sorts of props, and Si Yuan was smiling at him off-camera. This was the life he had always wanted.

But just a few dozen hours later, all of these things broke.

It was crushed by Jiang Wang and will never return.

Song Yan couldn't say how much pain and fear he felt. Perhaps it was because this had happened so many times and he had lived in fear for so long that now that the truth had been revealed, he was just numb. He probably also knew that this day would come sooner or later.

From the moment Jiang Wang began to suspect him, and from the moment he saw Lin Shuangyu again, Song Yan had already prepared for this moment.

He regretted it.

What I regret is not the things I did, but that I let Si Yuan go.

If he hadn't walked over on that rainy day.

If he hadn't turned a blind eye, Si Yuan would still like him very much, right?

Jiang Wang didn't hear the other person's voice, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The next second, Song Yan finally spoke.

He said, "Why do you have to take my sister away? She's mine."

Jiang Wang felt that Song Yan was speaking recklessly at this moment, so he sneered and asked, "So, you really were involved in Lin Shuangyu's matter?"

Song Yan seemed not to have heard him at all, or rather, he didn't care at all.

Yes, he doesn't care about anything anymore.

He was almost thirty years old, and his life had been intertwined with Si Yuan since he was a teenager.

For the first half of his life, he lived for the Song family, under the control and discipline of Yu Qingfang, and never knew what he wanted.

For the rest of his life, he revolved solely around Si Yuan.

For Si Yuan, he gave up the Song family's business in Haicheng; for Si Yuan, he gave up the reputation that the Song family cared about most; for Si Yuan, he stayed in Nancheng for a full five years.

He had nothing left but Si Yuan.

It doesn't matter if you don't get married or have any real title, as long as you can always be with each other, that's enough. They are the closest people in each other's lives.

He had long regarded Si Yuan as indispensable.

Jiang Wang cannot... and must not take away the only person he cares about like this.

“She’s mine,” Song Yan repeated slowly. “I will wait for her to come home with Xiao Zhou.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Wang then remembered Si Xingzhou's existence.

Yes, there's also Si Xingzhou between Si Yuan and Song Yan.

Before I could think about it any further, the doctor came out of the room.

After briefly explaining the situation to Jiang Wang, the doctor left. The secretary also tactfully left, leaving only Si Yuan and Jiang Wang in the villa.

Now that he had calmed down a bit, Jiang Wang stood in the living room looking at the half-closed door.

She was clearly not far away.

Jiang Wang didn't know why he always got so conflicted at crucial moments. He used to be so reckless, barging into her house like a robber, not caring about anything.

But now, why are you so hesitant and indecisive? What are you afraid of?

When I can't see someone, I desperately want to see them; but when I do see them, I calm down and control myself.

Si Yuan also calmed down.

The living room was quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Si Yuan came out. Her face was still a little pale, but she looked much better than before.

"I feel much better."

Si Yuan met his gaze, paused, and said, "Can I have my phone back?"

Jiang Wang paused, then took out his phone and handed it over.

Si Yuan took it, her fingertips touching his palm, then separating immediately.

She unlocked her phone and skillfully dialed Jiang Wenyou's number; the call was quickly connected.

"Wenyou, would it be convenient for you to come pick me up? I'll send you the address later."

After hanging up the phone, she looked up at Jiang Wang, preparing to say thank you.

Jiang Wang spoke first, his brows furrowed, his tone tinged with confusion: "You're leaving?"

Is he leaving just as he's recovered?

Si Yuan nodded calmly, her fingers unconsciously tightening: "I still have a child, he can't be away from me for too long."

The word "child" instantly pierced Jiang Wang's heart.

He immediately thought of Song Yan's last words on the phone, and a nameless anger suddenly surged up within him.

Jiang Wang, unable to bear it any longer, took two steps forward and his voice turned cold: "You care about him that much?"

Si Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't reacted yet, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She assumed he was referring to Si Xingzhou, and after a moment's hesitation, she answered matter-of-factly, "Of course."

Jiang Wang's temples throbbed, and the anger in his chest burned ever brighter.

He looked at her calm demeanor, feeling only disappointment, and his tone became harsher: "You know perfectly well what kind of person he is, yet you still try to get close to him?"

Si Yuan's composure vanished instantly, and she froze, her eyes filled with even greater astonishment.

Jiang Wang, oblivious to Si Yuan's stiffness, continued, "Si Yuan, I really don't understand... Neither of us are eighteen years old anymore. Where's your brain? Do you think I'll always be there to clean up your messes? This isn't the Si Yuan we know, not the Si Yuan of ten years ago!"

This time, Si Yuan understood.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping down, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.

Then she suddenly smiled softly, with a hint of something indescribable, but it was very brief.

It was over in a flash, before Jiang Wang could even grasp what it meant.

Si Yuan looked up at Jiang Wang, her eyes as calm as a deep pool: "Yes, I'm sorry, President Jiang, I've troubled you again this time."

She paused, then said, "As long as you're happy, you can have any compensation you want, as long as it's within my power to give."

Jiang Wang suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he hadn't understood what she said.

Si Yuan met his gaze without looking away and repeated, "You helped me, and I really shouldn't just leave like this. Whatever compensation you need, you can have it."

Her tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of nonchalant detachment.

It seems that the person who was just trapped in the intimate swamp with him wasn't her.

Jiang Wang's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He stared at her, his eyes swirling with a complex mix of emotions: anger, disappointment, and a hint of embarrassment at being stung.

He raised his hand, pinched the burning corner of his eye, and paced back and forth, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

A few seconds later, he suddenly stopped, unable to hold back any longer, and swung his arm, slamming it hard onto the table.

With a muffled thud, the celadon vase on the table was swept to the ground.

Fragments flew everywhere, and water mixed with broken branches spilled all over the ground.

The wound on the back of his hand, which had just been bandaged, instantly reopened, and blood flowed down between his fingers.

Startled by the sudden commotion, Si Yuan took a half step back, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

Can he please not act impulsively and destroy things?

It's always the same: fighting or smashing things. It's always so childish and violent!

Jiang Wang was already furious.

He looked at the mess on the ground, then at Si Yuan, whose face was pale, and said in a hoarse voice as if he had been sanded: "I don't need any compensation."

His gaze was fixed on her, with a sarcastic stubbornness: "You want to leave? Then go ahead."

Every word that followed seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with suppressed pain. He chuckled and said, "From now on, if I ever come near you again, I'll be a fool!"