He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Siyi was even more surprised to hear such a simple sentence from him.

She had assumed that Jiang Yan's mother was probably already...

Surprisingly, he's still alive and well.

However, the media seems to have never mentioned the matriarch of the Jiang family.

Moreover, there's the matter between Jiang Jizhen and his mother...

She wasn't stupid; she quickly figured out what was going on from the intricate web of interests involved.

I couldn't help but ask, "Then where is your mother now?"

He finished the cigarette between his fingers, and Jiang Yan reached out and took another one.

He cupped his hands, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and while smoking, he fiddled with the lighter in his hand.

The male voice was devoid of any emotion. "It's just not in City A. As I said, our Jiang family is in the media business. There are some reports that I don't want to be published, so naturally no one will dare to write them casually."

It was said so casually and easily.

But Siyi knew that not everyone could bear such a thing.

She always thought she was strong, but faced with the fact that her mother had cheated on her, she found it hard to bear the blow.

But how much has this man endured?

Suddenly, I feel like I can't continue this topic.

Siyi felt that, regardless of the circumstances, her position seemed somewhat awkward.

The relationship between his mother and his father was so sensitive.

And what about her and him...?

She had always thought that his mother was no longer in this world.

But now he says she's alive and well.

Does Jiang Yan's mother know which woman her husband is seeing outside?

The sound of lighters clicking open the lid of a box could be heard.

His voice seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night. Siyi was already in a bad mood, and his voice only made her more irritable. She didn't know where she got the courage, but in the next second she suddenly reached out and snatched the cigarette from his fingers.

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment.

Frowning at her, Siyi raised her hand, her voice somewhat harsh, "Could you smoke less? And don't play with the lighter. Didn't you say there are people here at night? Are you trying to lure them here?"

Jiang Yan looked at the half-smoked cigarette held high in her hand, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned closer to her, "Little wildcat, you're telling me what to do about my smoking? Give me the cigarette."

Siyi leaned back and said, "No way! Can't you smoke less? It's bad for your health!"

Jiang Yan's lazy, narrowed eyes flickered unconsciously at her words.

The next second, he moved even closer to her, gently pinched her shoulder, and slowly smiled. "Baby, so you're worried about me. Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy. This stuff isn't enough to cause me any problems."

Siyi blushed, annoyed that he had hit the nail on the head. After a moment's thought, she stubbed out her cigarette on the nearby stone slab and threw it away. Then she said seriously, "Who said I care about you? Don't you know that secondhand smoke is harmful to health? I care about my own health. You keep smoking when you're with me. I don't know how much secondhand smoke I inhale every day!"

Jiang Yan knew she was stubborn and would never admit that she cared about her. She chuckled softly, her thin lips brushing against her cheek as she breathed intimately, "Really? Then I won't smoke when I'm with Sisi, okay?"

The last three words were spoken exceptionally softly, as if in a murmur, yet they slowly seeped into Siyi's heart through her ears. She felt her heart tremble, her whole body tingling, as if she could barely sit still. Her face flushed red, and even the palms of her hands holding his lighter felt damp.

What's wrong with you?

She shoved the lighter into his hand, annoyed. "I...I'm going home."

As she was about to turn back, Jiang Yan suddenly grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Wait a minute, I'll take you somewhere else."

Siyi wanted to say something, but Jiang Yanhui had already pulled her and pointed to a small house not far away inside the wall. He said, "Let's go there. I'll jump down first, and you can jump down with me in a bit."

Siyi exclaimed "Ah!" and was about to say she didn't want to go, but Jiang Yanhui's movements were exceptionally swift. In the blink of an eye, she jumped down and waved to her from below, "Come down, hurry up, don't be afraid of such a small height, I'll catch you."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Come on, she was a well-rounded student when she was in school. She wasn't like those pampered rich girls who would get out of breath after running a little bit. Besides, she had learned Taekwondo with her older brother before, so this level was no problem for her.

Whether it was to prove to him that she could definitely jump, Siyi didn't think too much and actually jumped down. She landed steadily, and when she looked up, she saw Jiang Yan looking at her with a half-smile, "Little wildcat, you really are a little wildcat. I didn't realize you were so flexible."

Siyi glared at him irritably, "Enough with the nonsense, where are you taking me?" Actually, she was secretly looking forward to it. He always brought her too many surprises. Usually, she would have already entered a state of rest by this time, but tonight, she was unusually excited.

Jiang Yan smiled mysteriously, took her hand, and walked towards the building. As they got closer, Si Yi vaguely realized that it should be a performance hall, a place that most universities have, filled with musical instruments. But why was he bringing her here at this time? And the doors were locked. However, Jiang Yan was clearly not a first-timer. He found a key under a flowerpot by the door, opened the door with practiced ease, and pushed her inside.

"Jiang Yanhui, how do you have the key?" This is C University, how many times has he secretly come here before?

Jiang Yan didn't answer her question, but pointed to the stage not far away, "Can you see it? Go up there."

The lighting wasn't great, but a faint moonlight streamed in, making it easy to see the stage, where a lone black grand piano sat forlornly.

Jiang Yan walked a little further away and turned on the spotlight on the stage. The cylindrical halo of light shone on the piano, giving it a dreamlike quality.

Siyi was standing there in a daze when she heard the soft sound of a piano, soothing and peaceful, like the most beautiful silent gaze in spring.

She rarely paid attention to music, so she didn't know what he was playing. Surprisingly, Jiang Yanhui could play the piano.

He sat there, his hands casually strumming the keys, bathed in a halo of light, looking like a prince descended from the heavens. Siyi was mesmerized, and unconsciously lifted her foot to walk up to the stage, finally leaning against the piano, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him play.

His fingers were beautiful, long and nimble, with a smooth, white slenderness. His expression was different when he played the piano; he was more serious, and his face radiated a captivating brilliance.

If she hadn't known he was Jiang Yanhui, she might have thought he was a pianist at that moment.

How many secrets does he still hold that she doesn't know? How many secrets does the entire city of A not know? Everyone thinks he's just a playboy, idle all day, a lifelong gangster, surrounded by women. Everyone calls him "Young Master Yan," with a hint of awe, but mostly it's just sycophancy. In that world of extravagance and debauchery, perhaps some might wonder, what if he weren't Young Master Yan? Perhaps they would all think that if he weren't Young Master Yan, then he'd be nothing at all. But she clearly sees so many things different about him.

He could be as ordinary as these mortals, yearning for the kind of kinship that others can easily obtain. He could also be as elegant as a noble prince, playing melodies that warm the heart.

I once read in a magazine that every woman in City A had a handsome young man named Yan in her heart.

If you ever get close to him, you will surely be captivated by a single glance from him.

Siyi finally admitted that what she had previously considered exaggerated descriptions had now become facts.

But none of them saw this side of Jiang Yan Hui. To her, the most authentic Jiang Yan Hui was the most lethal, leaving no room for resistance...

"Come sit here." He suddenly stopped playing and pulled her wrist, making her sit next to him. His breath was alluring, and he smiled as he brushed his hand against her cheek, his lips drawing closer and closer: "Baby, sing me a song, okay? I'll accompany you."

Siyi was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that she couldn't sing, but she was really at a loss for words when it came to this impromptu performance. After thinking for a moment, she waved her hand and said, "Never mind, I didn't sing very well."

"With me accompanying you, what are you afraid of? Do you remember you owe me a gift? Give it to me now, okay?" He glanced at her, took her hand, and gently rubbed it in his palm.

Siyi's heart was pounding, and her voice was a little hoarse, "...What, what gift?"

"It was my birthday a few days ago, and you didn't seem to do anything for me. Now you're making up for it with a birthday present and sending me a song. I'm not forcing you, am I?" the person said matter-of-factly.

Siyi was exasperated, but given the great atmosphere and the rare opportunity, she wasn't too opposed to it. Besides, singing was so much easier than the demands he'd made before. To avoid him pushing his luck, Siyi nodded in agreement.

"What songs can you sing?" He paused for a moment, then turned to her and asked, implying that whatever songs she could sing, he would definitely play them too.

Siyi thought for a moment and realized that she didn't know many songs. However, when she was in school, she usually only listened to classic old songs. After searching her mind, she said, "Wang Fei's 'Red Bean'."

She had initially thought he wouldn't be able to handle such a pop song, especially one so feminine, but before that thought even crossed her mind, a confident smile appeared on Jiang Yanhui's lips, and her slender fingers instantly fell, the beautiful intro already underway.

Siyi was genuinely surprised, but he had already given her so many shocks today that she was quite at ease. Since he had already set the stage, she didn't hold back and slowly began to sing.

I haven't had a chance to properly experience it yet.

Climate when snowflakes bloom

We trembled together

You will understand better what gentleness is.

I haven't even held your hand yet

Walking across the barren sand dunes

Perhaps from now on, I will learn to cherish eternity and forever.

Sometimes sometimes

I believe everything has an end.

Meeting and parting both have their time.

Nothing is immortal

But sometimes I

I'd rather choose to linger and not let go.

When all the scenery has been seen

Perhaps you will stay with me and watch the gentle flow of time.

I haven't done it for you yet.

Simmer red beans into a lingering wound.

Sharing it together will help us understand the sorrow of unrequited love even more.

I haven't had a chance to properly experience it yet.

The tenderness of kissing while awake

Maybe around me

You are the one who pursues the freedom of solitude.

Sometimes sometimes

I believe everything has an end.

Meeting and parting both have their time.

Nothing is immortal

But sometimes I'd rather choose to linger and not let go.

When all the scenery has been seen

Perhaps you will stay with me and watch the gentle flow of time.

Sometimes, sometimes I believe that everything has an end.

Meeting and parting both have their time.

Nothing is immortal

But sometimes I'd rather choose to linger and not let go.

When all the scenery has been seen

Perhaps you will stay with me and watch the gentle flow of time.

…………

As the song ended, Siyi felt a faint sadness in her heart. She couldn't explain why, but when the last note fell, it felt as if something had branded her heart...

“Baby, I didn’t expect you to sing so well. Hmm, although it’s a little different from the original, I still like it very much.” Jiang Yan stepped forward and pinched her cheek. Before she could come to her senses, he let go and continued, “I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll play another song for you.”

The prelude began again, and Siyi stared blankly at Jiang Yanhui. His profile was so perfect it was breathtaking. His long, slender fingers deftly played the piano, and the halo above his head shone on him, as if bathing him in a glow. Siyi knew his voice was deep and pleasant, even gentler than water, but she hadn't expected him to sing so beautifully.

I've long known that love is hard to let go of.

I've long known that loving someone shouldn't be about being completely devoted.

I no longer believe in the so-called forever ending.

So I got used to being alone.

Therefore, I am used to staying clear-headed amidst the comings and goings of people.

So I've gotten used to wearing a mask and no longer giving my heart to anyone.

But why do I still keep you in my heart?

Why am I still waiting for your message?

How can I tell myself that I don't care at all?

You are so unforgettable

Floating and sinking in my heart

Your smile, your every move

All of these are my memories.

You are so unforgettable

Floating and sinking in my heart

How much courage does it take to change yourself?

How to calm a turbulent heart?

…………

You are so unforgettable...

Such obvious yet ambiguous lyrics.

Siyi blushed and her heart pounded. She didn't dare look him in the eye, her gaze wandering. Jiang Yan suddenly put down the piano lid, reached out and grabbed the back of her head, not letting her dodge at all. His warm, wet kiss landed on her forehead, and she trembled. He had never kissed her like this before.

He first kissed her forehead, without any lust, but with indescribable tenderness.

Before Siyi could recover from her shock, Jiang Yanhui's lips had already landed on her slightly trembling lips.

He first gave her a light kiss, his tongue tracing the angles of her lips.

Finally, he pressed his forehead against hers, his thin lips against hers, his husky voice so alluring it almost stopped her heartbeat.

He said, "Sisi, I will wait for you to cook your red beans into a symbol of longing, just for me."

Then, I'll watch it with you, like a gentle stream flowing by.