Chapter 237 She still likes you, she will definitely save you.

Chapter 237 She still likes you, she will definitely save you.

"You ruined her, you ruined both of us."

Jiang Wang tried to control himself, but his eyes seemed to be breaking.

He was already very tired.

Five years, a full five years, they've been entangled for a full five years, why have they come to this point and still haven't gotten a good outcome?

Song Yan lowered his head even further.

Looking at his guilty expression and thinking of Si Yuan now, Jiang Wang found it utterly ridiculous.

He leaned forward, his eyes filled with a chilling intent that seemed to want to tear Song Yan to pieces: "I'm afraid the only thing that can make her happy right now is seeing you."

Song Yan suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his voice urgent: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Wang looked at his eyes and smiled coldly, laughing at him for still having the nerve to hold onto hope at a time like this.

He slowly stood up and said, "But you won't have the chance to know."

Jiang Wang didn't say another word to Song Yan and turned to leave.

He would never allow them to meet until Si Yuan regained his memories.

Jiang Wang stood at the entrance of the detention center. He took out his phone, intending to call Assistant Lin to inquire about Si Yuan's situation, but his phone rang first.

"President Jiang, the young master is here. No matter how we try to persuade him, he insists on going into the ward to see Miss Si."

Jiang Wang frowned instantly: "I'll go back right away."

After hanging up the phone, he quickly drove straight to the hospital.

In the ward, Si Yuan was awakened by a series of small, light footsteps.

She didn't sleep well; her dreams were filled with Jiang Wang's words and everything about Song Yan, so chaotic that it gave her a headache.

She slowly opened her eyes, and before her vision was fully focused, she saw a small figure standing at the head of the bed, looking at her with big, round eyes full of worry.

The child looked to be no more than four or five years old, dressed in a clean little suit, with soft hair and exquisitely delicate features.

Especially those eyes, they were almost identical to Jiang Wang's.

Before Si Yuan could react, the child's eyes lit up instantly when he saw her wake up.

Si Xingzhou rushed to the bedside, her voice soft and filled with barely suppressed joy: "Mommy! You're finally awake! You've been sleeping for so long, Xiaozhou missed you so much!"

Mother?

Si Yuan's mind went blank for a moment, her body instinctively shrank back, and her eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

How could she have such a big child?

How did such a big child suddenly appear?

Si Xingzhou missed his target, his small body frozen in place.

Seeing the unfamiliarity and resistance in Si Yuan's eyes, his round eyes quickly welled up with tears, his little mouth pursed tightly, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his voice was filled with a wronged sob: "Mommy...why don't you hug Xiao Zhou?"

He didn't understand why his mother woke up but didn't recognize him.

My mother used to love holding me and kissing my forehead.

Seeing his sad expression, Si Yuan felt a pang of inexplicable pain in her heart.

But she really didn't know who the child was.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and Jiang Wang strode in.

He immediately saw Si Xingzhou looking aggrieved by the bedside and Si Yuan looking bewildered on the bed, and immediately understood what had happened.

Jiang Wang walked over quickly, squatted down, and gently touched Si Xingzhou's head, his voice gentle: "Zhouzhou, Mommy is sick. She's not feeling well right now, but it doesn't mean she doesn't want you anymore."

Si Xingzhou looked up at Jiang Wang, tears still welling in her eyes: "Dad, when will Mom get better? When will she remember Xiaozhou?"

In the past few days, Si Xingzhou has learned about his relationship with Jiang Wang. He liked Jiang Wang very much, so he accepted it as a matter of course and even started calling Jiang Wang "Dad".

"Soon." Jiang Wang reached out and wiped away Si Xingzhou's tears. "Don't be afraid, she'll remember you. She's your mother, and always will be."

Si Xingzhou nodded as if she understood, her small hands tightly gripping Jiang Wang's clothes, and she said nothing more. But her large eyes remained fixed on Si Yuan, full of expectation.

Si Yuan sat on the bed, staring at the scene before her, her mind completely blank.

Dad? Mom?

The child calls Jiang Wang "Dad" and himself "Mom".

Her gaze fell on Si Xingzhou's face, then shifted to Jiang Wang's face.

Two extremely similar faces say almost everything.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and trembling with fear: "He...he is..."

Jiang Wang raised his head and nodded gently: "His name is Si Xingzhou, and he is our child."

Our children.

These five words were like a boulder, crashing heavily into Si Yuan's heart.

Her body stiffened abruptly, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

At eighteen, her memories were still of the Song family in Haicheng, of her ambiguous relationship with Jiang Wang, and of her dependence on and unrequited love for Song Yan.

But now, someone is telling her that she and Jiang Wang are married and have such a big child.

All of this is like madness.

Jiang Wang felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw Si Yuan looking so distracted.

"Xiaozhou, Mom needs to rest. Let's go out first and let Mom have some peace and quiet, okay?"

Si Xingzhou looked at Si Yuan, then at Jiang Wang, and finally nodded, saying softly, "Okay. Mom, you need to get better soon. Xiaozhou will come to see you every day."

Jiang Wang took Si Xingzhou's hand and slowly walked out of the ward.

He turned back and glanced at Si Yuan on the bed, his heart aching terribly.

——

The iron door slammed shut in the detention center's visiting room, and Song Yan was brought in again.

Yu Qingfang had been waiting there for a while. When she saw Song Yan's appearance, tears instantly streamed down her face: "Ayan, my child, how did you become like this?"

Song Yan had no time to pay attention to her tears. When he saw that it was Yu Qingfang, he quickly walked to the other side of the table and sat down. He asked anxiously, "Mom, tell me quickly, what's wrong with Si Yuan? Jiang Wang came over yesterday, and his words were all strange."

Yu Qingfang wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with resentment when she mentioned Si Yuan: "What else could it be? She seems to be sick and doesn't remember many things. I went to the hospital to see her yesterday, and the way she looked at me was strange. She even called me 'Mom'."

Song Yan's body jolted, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Yu Qingfang's voice was filled with resentment and hatred as she said, "If it weren't for Jiang Wang, I definitely could have persuaded her to save you yesterday..."

Song Yan seemed not to have heard what she said after that; he sat there in a daze.

Si Yuan... has lost her memory.

Seeing his expression, Yu Qingfang grew anxious and slammed her hand on the table: "Ayan! What are you daydreaming about? The most important thing right now is to get Si Yuan to save you! She still cares about you. As long as she can see you, she will definitely help you!"

Song Yan looked up abruptly, utterly shocked: "You mean, she... has feelings for me now?"

“Yes!” Yu Qingfang nodded immediately, her eyes full of calculation. “She seems to be eighteen years old now. She liked you so much back then, and she was willing to do anything for you. Now she has forgotten what happened later, forgotten about Jiang Wang. This is our chance!”