Chapter 226 My Sister's Obsession

Chapter 226 My Sister Who's Begging Me

With a flick of his long, slender fingers, he hung up the phone.

Si Yuan's hand froze in mid-air, as if her soul had been ripped away, and she had completely lost all hope.

Song Yan simply turned around slowly, staring intently at her: "Do you want him to come and take you away?"

Si Yuan's breath hitched, her eyes red as she looked at him, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Si Yuan,” Song Yan shook his head, his voice softly rejecting, “No, that won’t work.”

He approached slowly, asserting his dominance and gently persuading, "He can't steal my sister a third time."

Song Yan just stared at her coldly. Why? He wasn't angry at her fear and disgust towards him, but he felt ashamed and powerless at Si Yuan's subconscious plea for help to Jiang Wang.

She's clearly his sister, the person he's loved so carefully for so many years, the person they grew up with... so why is she relying on someone else?

“If he knew you were here,” Song Yan paused, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly toward the side hall, “I can’t guarantee that Xiao Zhou will be alright.”

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Si Yuan's head, completely extinguishing her last shred of resistance.

She felt ice-cold all over, as if her blood had frozen at that moment.

The mud beneath her feet completely swallowed her up.

Si Yuan bit her lower lip until she tasted a faint metallic taste of blood, forcing herself to calm down.

Si Yuan finally understood that Song Yan, a man who had been patient and gentle his whole life, was truly incurable when he went mad.

She looked at Song Yan, the stubbornness in her eyes gradually dimming, eventually turning into a stagnant pool of obedience.

Seeing that she had finally become obedient, Song Yan smiled with satisfaction.

She should be this well-behaved.

Look, aren't they living very well now?

Why must it be someone with the surname Jiang who disturbs them?

His gaze turned cold. He stopped looking at Si Yuan, picked up his phone again, and called Jiang Wang once more.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hello?"

Jiang Wang was surprised that Song Yan would call. As if he had finally seized a chance, his voice was hoarse, probably because he hadn't slept for several days and nights and was extremely tired.

"Song Yan, where did you hide her?"

Si Yuan naturally understood as well.

But she thought it was because Jiang Wang was sick.

Song Yan casually walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs and fiddling with the lighter on the table with his other hand, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

"President Jiang," Song Yan's voice was lazy and distant, without a trace of nervousness, "You're looking for me so late at night?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Jiang Wang's voice instantly turned cold, revealing a ruthless edge. "I'm asking you, is Si Yuan with you?"

Song Yan chuckled lightly, glanced at Si Yuan who was standing not far away, her body stiff, and a hint of malicious pleasure flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, you're joking. My sister is certainly with me," Song Yan said calmly. "But what gives you the right to question me like that?"

"Song Yan!" Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and warned sharply, "Don't push me."

“Forcing you?” Song Yan interrupted him, his tone suddenly turning cold. “Jiang Wang, watch your words, and please don’t keep pestering my sister like a scoundrel.”

"As for Si Yuan..."

Song Yan paused, his gaze falling on Si Yuan's pale face, and smiled gently at her: "She's doing very well now. The three of us are very happy, and we don't need your concern."

"Perhaps she doesn't want to leave me now."

After saying that, Song Yan hung up the phone without waiting for Jiang Wang to speak again.

With a "thud," the phone was thrown back onto the table.

But this time, Si Yuan didn't have the strength to go get it anymore.

He wanted to eliminate Jiang Wang's ambition.

He wanted Jiang Wang to experience firsthand what it felt like to be rejected by the person you love.

It should be known that those who are noisy are easily broken, and those who are profound are difficult to fathom.

If he wants to retaliate, he naturally wants to retaliate against everyone.

Naturally, one should seek retribution for all one's suffering.

Song Yan stood up, walked to Si Yuan, and reached out to touch her cheek, only to be met with extreme fear and disgust as he avoided her.

However, he wasn't annoyed; he just chuckled softly, "It seems he's really in a hurry."

“It’s a pity…” Song Yan squatted down, helped her up, and hugged her again. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. “Xiao Yuan can only ever be her brother’s.”

Si Yuan trembled all over, but gritted her teeth and remained silent.

That's disgusting.

"Alright," Song Yan released her, reverting to his gentle and harmless demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who had threatened her just now. "Pack your things. Our flight is early tomorrow morning. We both need to arrive safely."

Si Yuan remained silent, clearly showing her resistance.

“If you don’t want anything to happen to Xiaozhou,” Song Yan paused, looking at her intently, “you’d better listen to your brother, okay?”

Si Yuan naturally wouldn't respond to him.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she glared at him with hatred, wishing she could kill him.

Song Yan did not force him.

In short, things will get better little by little, just like the cat he had when he was a child. As long as you treat it well, it will eventually depend on you and like you.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairs, leaving Si Yuan standing there alone.

Si Yuan watched him leave, and then heard the door being locked again, her heart sinking heavily.

She knew she couldn't... and absolutely couldn't just sit and wait to die.

Once she boarded that plane, she and Xiaozhou were truly plunged into the abyss, with no chance of ever returning.

Si Yuan shifted her stiff body, her gaze darting anxiously across the dimly lit living room before finally settling on the French windows.

Si Yuan then realized that Song Yan had forgotten to lock her back in that room.

She rushed to the window.

The night was as dark as ink, and downstairs was a neatly trimmed lawn.

The height of the second floor... if it lands on the grass, it shouldn't kill it, right?

Even a broken leg is better than being taken away by Song Yan.

There was no time to hesitate.

Si Yuan turned around, grabbed a solid wood chair from the corner, and smashed it against the glass with all her might.

With a loud "bang!"

A dull thud was heard, but only a few fine cracks appeared on the glass.

The enormous recoil force actually made her hands and feet ache.

That won't work; you can't break the glass with a stool.

She glanced around in a fluster, her gaze landing on the heavy crystal ashtray on the coffee table.

Si Yuan's eyes turned cold. She walked over, grabbed the ashtray, and was about to smash it down again when a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind her.

Like a ghost crawling out of the depths of hell:

"What are you doing?"