Chapter 215 Jiang Wang, you've lost to me.

Chapter 215 Jiang Wang, you've lost to me.

Upon hearing about the child, Jiang Shu burst into laughter.

Her smile faded, replaced by a serious and cold expression. She stared at Song Yan and asked, word by word, "Your child?"

"Do you really think I'm as stupid as my silly brother, that I can be easily confused by a few words of information from you?"

Song Yan looked at Jiang Shu, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure, his smile remaining gentle, as if Jiang Shu's questioning had no effect on him whatsoever.

"What do you mean by that, President Jiang?" Song Yan pulled up a chair and sat opposite Jiang Shu, leaning forward slightly. "What information gap? I don't quite understand."

Jiang Shu sneered, took a document out of her bag, and slammed it heavily on the table.

“You kept the information well hidden, but you forgot what I do. I can find out all this by just asking around among the rich ladies who buy jewelry.”

Jiang Shu pointed at the document, her eyes sharp, "Si Yuan has never been with you all these years, and that child... is not yours at all."

Song Yan's gaze fell on the document, his eyes darkening slightly, but he remained silent.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and calmly met Jiang Shu's gaze.

"Mr. Jiang, you've investigated quite thoroughly. It seems your business is indeed very extensive."

Song Yan asked calmly, "But what does that prove?"

"What does that mean?" Jiang Shu asked as if she had heard a joke. "It means you're lying! That child isn't yours at all; it's my brother's! You've been using that child to drive a wedge between them!"

Song Yan stood up, walked around the desk, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to Jiang Shu.

“President Jiang, some things are not as you think.” Song Yan’s voice was soft, but it carried a calm and composed air. “Regardless of whose child it is, the fact is that Si Yuan chose me, not Jiang Wang.”

“That’s because you’re lying,” Jiang Shu retorted. “If all the misunderstandings between them are cleared up, do you think you’ll still be together?”

Song Yan turned around, looked at Jiang Shu, and a slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

"Is that so?" Song Yan walked up to Jiang Shu and leaned down slightly. "Then why do you think Si Yuan hid in Nancheng for five years with the child? Why did she prefer to say the child was mine when they met, rather than let Jiang Wang know the truth?"

Jiang Shu was stunned.

"Because she knows that Jiang Wang will also make her sad, and in some ways, even more so than the hurt I once caused him."

Song Yan's voice was low, tinged with a barely perceptible pain, "What happened five years ago made her completely lose hope in Jiang Wang. President Jiang, do you really think that as long as the child's parentage is revealed, they can get back together?"

Song Yanzhi stood up, sat back down in his chair, picked up the document, and casually flipped through a few pages.

“Her past marriage with Jiang Wang is a scar for Si Yuan.” Song Yan closed the document and looked at Jiang Shu. “And I am helping her cover up this scar. I don’t want anyone, including Jiang Wang, to hurt her again.”

Jiang Shu looked at Song Yan, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

She always thought Song Yan was a hypocrite who used his child to climb the social ladder and was a scheming person who coveted other people's happiness.

But now, hearing Song Yan say this, I realize that he seems to be showing signs of madness and obsession, completely disregarding the consequences.

"The child isn't yours, don't you think you're being stupid?"

Song Yan smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

“What I care about is Si Yuan,” Song Yan said. “As long as she’s happy, it doesn’t matter to me whose child it is.

Jiang Shu looked at Song Yan, and an indescribable sense of absurdity welled up in her heart.

"You're crazy."

Jiang Shu coldly uttered those three words, sat up, and looked at him with disdain: "Song Yan, do you know how pathetic and laughable you are right now? Your methods are also very low-level..."

"But your brother still fell for it, didn't he?"

Song Yan interrupted him, his gaze unwavering, but instead becoming even more profound.

"President Jiang, everyone expresses love in different ways."

Song Yan's voice remained calm: "I don't care if she loves me or whose child it is. I only know that she is by my side now, and that's enough."

"you……"

Jiang Shu was furious; she had never met such an unreasonable person.

"You can leave now."

Song Yan stood up and made a "please" gesture, "Please, you and your brother, don't bother our lives anymore."

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart.

She knew that it was useless to reason with someone like Song Yan who had gone astray.

Jiang Shu picked up the documents on the table and stood up.

The office door slammed shut, and Jiang Shu left.

Looking at the closed door, Song Yan's gentle expression vanished instantly, replaced by an almost pathological calmness.

regret?

The thing he regrets most in his life is that he didn't snatch Si Yuan away sooner.

Now, he will never let go again.

Even in this way, he wanted to keep Si Yuan firmly by his side.

As for Jiang Wang...

If Si Yuan doesn't care, he can also not care.

——

Jiang Shu got into the car and slammed the documents onto the passenger seat.

Looking at Song Yan's company building, she never imagined that Song Yan would go to such lengths for Si Yuan.

"Madmen...they're all madmen."

She took out her phone, hesitated for a long time on the screen, but ultimately did not dial Jiang Wang's number.

If Jiang Wang were told that the child was his, he would definitely rush to Nancheng to find Si Yuan without hesitation.

But what then? Will Si Yuan go with him?

From Song Yan's words, it can be inferred that Si Yuan's hatred for Jiang Wang is no less than her love for him.

Jiang Shu sighed and tossed her phone back into her bag.

It's so annoying, these little things all act like they're crazy when they're in love.

Jiang Shu returned to the capital and found out the club where her younger brother was having a private gathering that night. She quickly went there.

The private room was filled with smoke, and amidst the clinking of glasses, Jiang Wang seemed to be sulking with someone, accepting all comers without hesitation.

"Mr. Jiang, this glass..."

"drink."

Jiang Wang's voice was hoarse as he snatched the wine glass from the other person's hand and downed it in one gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning his esophagus, and Jiang Wang coughed in pain.

Having drunk an unknown amount, the surrounding noise gradually faded, and Jiang Wang felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Mr. Jiang, you're drunk. Let me take you home."

The secretary stepped forward and carefully helped him up.

Jiang Wang waved away his assistant's hand, staggered to his feet, but fell back onto the sofa the next second.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and began to mutter unconsciously.

"Don't go..."