Chapter 229 Eternal Fall to Hell

Chapter 229 Eternal Descent into Hell

Ji Song stared at the red location dot flashing on his phone screen and smiled with satisfaction.

We finally found it.

He casually tapped the table with his fingertips, then forwarded Song Yan's location and planned route to Jiang Wang all at once.

He added a casual remark: "You're in the car, don't mess it up."

Jiang Wang replied with an "Mm" almost instantly, his fingers gripping his phone, the chill emanating from him almost freezing the entire room.

Yes, we finally found it.

He grabbed his black coat from the back of the chair and strode out.

Several cars were already waiting at the door, and Jiang Wang led the way to his car.

Not long after, several black car shadows silently appeared behind Song Yan's car.

As the traffic thickened, Song Yan leaned back in his seat, his fingertips idly playing with a strand of Si Yuan's hair.

Suddenly, the driver in the front seat whispered, "Mr. Song, there are several cars behind us. They've been following us for three blocks."

The gentle expression on Song Yan's face vanished, replaced by a cold, sinister glint in his eyes.

He sighed in frustration and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Dirty stuff."

As he spoke, he patted Si Yuan's hand and smiled reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, your brother is here."

No one will take you away.

Si Yuan's fingertips trembled slightly, but her heart sank as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Her only fear was Song Yan.

Si Yuan looked up and, through the reflection in the car window, saw the familiar black sedan following closest behind.

It was Jiang Wang's car.

Jiang Wang found her.

——

The traffic flow wove a dense net in the morning light, silently surrounding Song Yan.

Jiang Wang's car was very close, relentlessly chasing after Song Yan's car.

His fingertips pressed against the steering wheel, his knuckles turning blue, scraping against Song Yan's car in front of him inch by inch.

If Si Yuan hadn't been in that car, he would have crashed into it long ago.

The only advantage of being impulsive and easily angered is that one can punish those one dislikes without any limits.

Regardless of the consequences.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang, and the words "Jiang Shu" appeared on the screen.

Jiang Wang frowned, his tone barely concealing his anger: "I'm busy, don't bother me!"

"You brat!" Jiang Shu's voice boomed through the receiver, even more aggressive than his, "I've called Mom dozens of times and you haven't answered! Let me tell you, I've found out about Si Yuan's background!"

Jiang Wang's breath hitched.

What does "that child" mean?

“That’s not Song Yan’s child at all,” Jiang Shu’s voice suddenly turned cold, each word spoken with unwavering conviction, “It’s yours!”

With a "buzz," Jiang Wang's brain felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and went completely blank for a moment.

All the sounds of cars and engines around me disappeared, and all I could hear was my own heart pounding like a drum.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone tightly, and after a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a trembling, bewildered sentence: "What did you say?"

"It's a long story, and I can't explain it in just a few words," Jiang Shu said, her tone unusually serious. "Anyway, you'd better ask Si Yuan in person. Where is she?"

Jiang Wang suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the car in front of him, the anger surging in his eyes almost bursting out.

Song Yan is a liar. He loves to lie, deceive, and confuse others, just like Lin Shuangyu.

Jiang Wang never expected that he would deceive him so deeply.

Although Jiang Wang had considered that the child might not be Song Yan's, he never imagined that the child would be his own.

How could Song Yan have the audacity to say those things?

His hatred for Song Yan instantly multiplied a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

He let out a deep, guttural laugh, laced with a bloodthirsty ferocity.

“Wait,” he said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly, “I’ll get him back right now.”

——

The car in front, Song Yan, with his well-defined knuckles, tapped on the window and whispered, "Take the back road."

I floored the accelerator, and the car shot off like an arrow, breaking through the traffic jam, exiting the highway, and plunging onto the national highway next to it, before turning onto a small road leading to the industrial park.

The gravel was kicked up by the tires and the car shook violently. Si Yuan's forehead almost hit the window sill, but Song Yan reached out and caught her.

The temperature of his palm was shockingly cold, carrying a chilling aura that held her captive, rendering her unable to move.

In the rearview mirror, the black sedan followed closely behind without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Wang's eyes burned with a raging fire, Jiang Shu's words still ringing in his ears—the child is yours.

These words were like a poisoned dagger, viciously stabbing into his internal organs.

Song Yan took Si Yuan away, and he also took his child!

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and pressed the accelerator harder, the engine roaring, completely disregarding his safety.

The path became narrower and more rugged as we went along, with waist-high wild grass on both sides that made the car screeching.

Song Yan's driving skills were top-notch; he was extremely agile on the winding roads, narrowly avoiding several overhanging tree branches.

So everyone else's car got lost.

But apart from Jiang Wang, who was like a leech, he kept clinging to the back of Song Yan's carriage.

Seeing that Song Yan was not stopping, Jiang Wang suddenly turned the steering wheel, trying to overtake from the side, but was shoved hard by Song Yan's car.

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground was almost ear-piercing; the two vehicles even narrowly missed each other, which was extremely dangerous.

Just then, a red Porsche suddenly sped out from the fork in the road ahead.

Ji Songdi's car was blocking the middle of the road. He rolled down the window, a cigarette between his fingers, and a confident smile on his lips.

There were obstacles blocking their way ahead and pursuers behind.

Si Yuan's face turned pale instantly. She gripped Song Yan's sleeve, her fingertips icy cold, her voice trembling: "Song Yan..."

Song Yan remained unusually calm. He even used one hand to wipe away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped from her forehead.

"It's so cold, you'll catch a cold if you sweat so much."

After saying that, he told the driver, "Go around and get into the factory area."

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver made a sharp turn on the steering wheel, and the car veered sharply onto a narrower forest path, crushing the dead branches and leaves under the wheels.

"Don't be afraid."

He spoke softly to Si Yuan, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.

Si Yuan suddenly broke free from his hand, her voice trembling with tears, and asked desperately, "Does it have to come to this? Song Yan, do we really have to make it so that no one can turn back?"

She watched the two cars getting closer and closer in the rearview mirror, and looked into the unfathomable darkness in Song Yan's eyes. Her heart pounded with anxiety, and she could hardly breathe.

Song Yan turned to look at her, his dark pupils reflecting the dappled light and shadow in the forest, as well as her pale face.

He suddenly laughed, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes. It was as cold and indifferent as the frost of late autumn, enveloping her layer by layer, and Si Yuan couldn't help but shiver.

Song Yan spoke slowly, his voice light and gentle, yet each word carried a madness of mutual destruction.

"It's too late to turn back now, Xiaoyuan."

“If I can’t turn back,” he said, “then everyone will be with me, unable to turn back either.”