He Siyi opened the door and walked in. There was no longer the kindness and trust in her eyes, only resentment and disappointment remained. She looked at Yang Xi lying on the hospital bed dying, and felt that her retribution was far from enough.
Yang Xi didn't expect Song Jiaren to bring He Siyi over, but she didn't panic. Anyway, He Siyi didn't believe her for a long time. She had already fallen to this point, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Why did you lie to me?" He Siyi spent all her strength not to go over and strangle Yang Xi immediately.
Yang Xi sneered: "This question is too idiotic. Let's change it to another one. Maybe I will be willing to answer you."
He Siyi turned cold, slowly rolled up her sleeves, and walked towards the bedside step by step: "No need."
Snapped!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xi was slapped on the face.
Yang Xi was slapped, and her face was forced to one side. She gasped in pain, and the cold air entered her lungs, and the heartbreaking pain spread to the soles of her feet.
"Is there anything wrong with me hitting her like this?" He Siyi slapped Yang Xi before remembering to ask Song Jiaren.
Song Jiaren made a "happy" gesture: "You can't kill her. She only has half a life left. You can't hit her, but she will definitely not die after a few slaps."
He Siyi nodded in understanding, and slapped Yang Xi hard on the face with her backhand. Her teeth were so bruised that blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"Kill me if you dare, He Siyi, don't you want to avenge your brother? Come on, kill me." Yang Xi smiled crazily, looking like a crazy woman.
He Siyi shook her head calmly: "It will be more painful for you to live than to die. I will not help you."
Yang Xi screamed: "Kill me, kill me. I was the one who killed your brother. Haven't you just wanted to avenge your brother for so many years? Come and kill me."
He Siyi clenched her fist. She had been deceived by Yang Xi for so many years. Once she regained consciousness, she seemed to have matured overnight. Her thinking was no longer as radical as before. In the past, she would have shot Yang Xi to death.
But now, no matter how Yang Xi angers her, she will not do that. She doesn't want Yang Xi to die happily, she wants Yang Xi to live worse than death.
Yang Xi became irritated after being stimulated. Song Jiaren rang the bell and called the doctor in. The doctor gave her an injection of sedative, and Yang Xi fell asleep in a daze, like a dog that could only breathe.
Song Jia and He Siyi walked out. He Siyi took out the cigarette case, poured a cigarette into her mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath into her lungs. Her young eyes looked full of vicissitudes of life.
"Stop smoking, your brother won't like it." Song Jiaren advised after taking a few steps forward.
He Siyi flicked the ash from her cigarette: "If you don't like him, he won't come back and scold me."
Song Jiaren stopped and turned around: "As for me, I never like to say words of comfort to others, and I have no intention of comforting you. I called you here today just to let you know that your brother's death was not a subjective act."
, she is more sad than you about your brother's death. I hope you will not cause trouble to her or bother her again in the future."
He Siyi nodded and wanted to say sorry, but she couldn't. She always felt that her brother's death was caused by her even if it was not An Zhisu's subjective behavior. Her feelings for An Zhisu had gone from hatred to now.
It's complicated and I really can't figure it out.
Sizzling...sizzling...
Song Jiaren's phone rang. She didn't say anything more to He Siyi. She turned around and walked away while taking out the phone to answer the call.
"Hello. Who is this?"
"Beauty, I am your Uncle An." A very weak voice came from the other end of the phone.
Song Jiaren was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"Beauty, can you come and see me? There are some things I want to explain to you alone." An Boyuan's weak tone contained a request.
Song Jiaren knew about An Boyuan's car accident, and also knew that An Zhisu gave him a blood transfusion in time. In other words, An Zhisu saved his life. But An Zhisu did not go to see An Boyuan today.
I went to France as planned, which shows that I have not forgiven my father.
In this way, it would be difficult for Song Jiaren to go secretly to see An Boyuan behind An Zhisu's back. She felt a bit sorry for An Zhisu, as if she had become a traitor.
Thinking of this, Song Jiaren planned to politely reject An Boyuan.
"Beauty, uncle, please." Song Jiaren's hesitation made An Boyuan lower his posture.
Song Jiaren swallowed the rejection as soon as it came to her lips, hesitated again and again before agreeing with a guilty conscience.
After hanging up the phone, Song Jiaren walked out of the mental hospital and took a taxi to the hospital where An Boyuan was hospitalized.
An Boyuan's surgery this time was a bit dangerous, and he had just woken up. He sent Ye Lishu and An Tingnuan away, mother and daughter. When Song Jiaren walked into the ward, there was not even a nurse.
"You're here." An Boyuan was very weak and asked Song Jiaren to sit down.
Song Jiaren sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed and asked straight to the point: "Uncle An, just tell me if you have anything to say."
"Do you hate me too?" An Boyuan smiled weakly to himself.
There is no doubt that Song Jiaren hates An Boyuan, and she does not bother to hide it. She calmly said: "Uncle An, you and I are not relatives. Does it matter whether I like you or dislike you?"
An Boyuan shook his head slightly: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Let's get down to business. You definitely didn't come here to ask me boring questions like whether I hate you or not." Song Jiaren was so happy that she didn't say anything else to him.
An Boyuan exhaled slowly: "Beauty, help me make a will."
Song Jiaren:......
Song Jiaren was so shocked that her mouth grew into a small O shape.
"The doctor said that my heart disease is not particularly serious. As long as I take good care of myself, I don't need a heart bypass. But no one can say for sure about this kind of disease. If I suddenly die that day, how will the Anshi Group be divided? I will always be in advance.
Planned. I wouldn’t trust this matter to anyone else. After much deliberation, you are the only one who is most suitable." An Boyuan explained.
Song Jiaren was still a little confused: "Uncle An, you should have a specialized lawyer, right? And he must have more experience than me, so why are you looking for me?"
"Experienced lawyers are easy to find, but I don't trust them," An Boyuan said.
Song Jiaren was happy: "Then you trust me? You know how good my relationship with Zhi Su is, how could you think that I am happy for you to share your property with An Tingnuan?"
"I will not be partial to Ting Nuan, nor will I be wronged. You can rest assured about this." An Boyuan promised.
Song Jiaren was quite curious about how An Boyuan planned to divide the property, so she said, "You can tell me. If I think your distribution is reasonable, I will consider making a will for you."
"Thank you." An Boyuan said gratefully.
Song Jiaren spread her hands, showing an expression of willingness to hear the details.
For the next whole hour, no one else knew anything about what the two of them talked about, and no one else knew that Song Jiaren had met An Boyuan in private today. This seemed to have become a