Chapter 223 You want to destroy me?

Chapter 223 You want to destroy me?

Jiang Wang's fingertips tapped anxiously on the edge of the table. After hearing Fang Yan's words, he decisively shook his head.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze resolute: "Impossible."

Despite their numerous breakups, Si Yuan was never the type to leave without saying goodbye.

Since she promised to come back, she will definitely come back.

unless……

Jiang Wang suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, and walked out: "Prepare the car, let's go find Song Yan."

"Jiang Wang!" Fang Yan quickly stopped him. "You're still faking illness. If you go out now and someone sees you, all your previous acting will be for nothing. What if Song Yan sends someone to keep an eye on you?"

Jiang Wang paused, somewhat impatiently: "What kind of crazy idea did you come up with? Then tell me what to do now?"

"I'll go." Fang Yan made a quick decision. "I'll go find out where Song Yan is. You stay here and wait for news. Also, if anything unexpected happens, you can arrange for people to help."

Jiang Wang stared at him for a long time before letting go of his hand and sitting back on the hospital bed: "As soon as possible."

Fang Yan didn't dare to delay and turned to leave.

His first thought was Zheng Qinyun.

Zheng Tanyun and Song Yan were childhood friends, and Zheng Tanyun knew Song Yan's whereabouts best.

Fang Yan drove directly to Zheng Qinyun's company building and blocked her in the parking lot.

"Fang Yan?"

Zheng Qinyun asked with a puzzled look, "Why are you here?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Fang Yan's expression was serious. "Where does Song Yan live?"

Zheng Qinyun was taken aback: "What do you want with him?"

“Si Yuan is missing.” Fang Yan looked at him. “She went to Song Yan’s place yesterday and hasn’t come back yet. We can’t get through to her on the phone.”

Zheng Qinyun frowned. "Impossible."

He chuckled. "You mean, Song Yan imprisoned Si Yuan? Don't be ridiculous. In a society governed by the rule of law, Song Yan may have some obsession with Si Yuan, but he hasn't gone so far as to do something so outrageous."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

Fang Yan didn't believe it either, but Jiang Wang was still worried, and he had to find out the truth for his brother no matter what.

"When people are in love, who can be rational? I feel something's wrong with him. Call him now and ask him where Si Yuan is."

Zheng Qinyun still didn't believe it, but seeing Fang Yan's serious expression, she hesitated.

But he grew up with Song Yan and had never seen Song Yan lose control.

"Okay, I'll play."

Zheng Qinyun took out her phone and dialed Song Yan's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hello, Qin Yun." Song Yan's voice sounded calm, even with a hint of gentle amusement. "What made you think of calling me?"

Zheng Qinyun glanced at Fang Yan and cleared her throat: "Nothing, it's just that we haven't gotten together in a long time, and I was thinking of having a couple of drinks with you. By the way, where's Si Yuan? Should we call her out to join us?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Song Yan finally spoke: "Xiao Yuan... she's not feeling well and is resting."

"Really?" Zheng Qinyun frowned. "I thought it would be a long time since we last met. I heard you've come to the capital too. It would be a good opportunity to get together with your sister."

That's such a shame.

Song Yan's tone was somewhat indifferent, "I have something to attend to here, I'll hang up now."

After saying that, the call was immediately disconnected.

Zheng Qinyun put down her phone and looked at Fang Yan: "He said Si Yuan is not feeling well and is resting. They may be going back to Nancheng."

Fang Yan then realized that something was definitely wrong.

He looked at Zheng Qinyun and asked, "I'm just asking you, do you believe me?"

Zheng Qinyun was stunned for a moment.

He actually noticed something was off.

Since it concerned Si Yuan's personal safety, he dared not slack off.

“I know he has a private villa in Xishan.” Zheng Qinyun hesitated for a moment, feeling uneasy about betraying his friend: “Sometimes, he goes there when he’s in a bad mood.”

"Let's go!" Fang Yan released him, opened the car door, and said, "Take me there!"

The two drove to the villa in Xishan.

Throughout the journey, Fang Yan kept sending messages to Jiang Wang to report on the situation.

Jiang Wang knew that.

He couldn't pretend to be sick any longer, so he went downstairs and drove to that place.

——

Song Yan hung up the phone, tossed it onto the sofa, and took a deep breath.

Looking out at the pitch-black night, so distant it seemed to be far removed from all the hustle and bustle, a self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Even Qin Yun has started testing me."

The smile vanished, then returned, and she went upstairs and pushed open the door to Si Yuan's room.

The room remained dark, with heavy curtains blocking out all light and no lights on.

Exhausted from struggling and resisting, Si Yuan curled up on the bed, her back to the door, motionless and lifeless.

Song Yan walked to the bedside, looked at her pale profile, and felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

"Xiao Yuan, have something to eat."

His eyes showed sadness and unease, and he reached out his hand with heartache.

But Si Yuan didn't react at all, as if she hadn't heard him.

Song Yan sighed and tried to stroke her hair, but Si Yuan abruptly turned her head away.

"Don't touch me." Her voice was hoarse, with a resolute tone. "Stay away from me."

Song Yan's hand froze in mid-air, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Are you on a hunger strike? For Jiang Wang?"

Si Yuan then turned her head and looked at him coldly: "Song Yan, what's the point of doing this? Locking me up here and watching me like a prisoner, do you think that will make me do what you want? Don't be naive, we're not children anymore."

"It doesn't matter."

Song Yan's eyes deepened. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her. "I just want you to stay by my side. As long as you're here, I don't care about anything else."

"You're forcing me," Si Yuan said, her eyes red-rimmed. "Jiang Wang might not be able to wait much longer for me. Do you really have to destroy everyone?"

"I didn't mean to ruin you, Xiaoyuan, believe me."

Song Yan's voice was firm, almost pleading, as he sought Si Yuan's trust.

“I will take care of you, even if you hate me. As long as you are by my side, I will still have the will to live. If you are gone, it will be no different from if I am dead.”

The more he spoke, the more stubborn he became, and his eyes grew increasingly unfathomable: "I can do anything for you, I can abandon my dignity and pride for you, I can give up all my reputation and status for you."

"But the one thing I can't do is let you go."

Si Yuan remained cold and unmoved for a moment.

When you no longer like someone, whatever they say is futile.

It's even disgusting.

She suddenly felt that her eighteen-year-old self was incredibly stupid.

She recoiled as if she had encountered a venomous scorpion.

"Is this what you call love? Is this the result you wanted? Song Yan, this isn't love, it's mutual torture."

"Even if it's mutual torture, I'll accept it."

Song Yan lowered his head, forcefully trapping her, his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling. "I accept it all."