The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Sichen stared at the finger that was held up in front of his lips.

Her knuckles were slender and white, with a pale pink tinge at the fingertips.

He wanted to hold it.

I want to pin her down on this table and double my workload tonight.

None of the images that flashed through my mind were presentable.

His throat tightened, and he reached out and pulled out an alcohol swab from the drawer.

Just then, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the entire office in a blinding white light.

Thunder followed closely behind, rumbling overhead.

Si Yimian shrugged and curled the finger back.

He Sichen suddenly snapped back to reality.

He looked down at the alcohol swab in his hand, then at the finger she was holding up.

Is he crazy? He's actually planning to wipe her face himself?

"Wipe it yourself."

He slapped the alcohol swab into her hand, then suddenly stood up and turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window.

The heavy rain cut his silhouette into a silent shadow.

The hand hanging by the side of the leg had knuckles so taut they turned blue.

That's all for today.

Si Yimian sat there, watching his back.

This man can set things on fire with the slightest touch, and crash your computer with a single flirty word.

He's so pure, it's like he was a monk in his past life.

She tore open the packaging, wiped her fingers clean, rolled the alcohol swab into a small ball, and threw it into the trash can.

She stood up, walked to his side, and looked out the window at the rain.

The torrential rain turned the city lights into a blurry sea of ​​light.

The rain was as heavy as the day Chu Yuxun broke up with her boyfriend.

"Dr. Crane."

"What's wrong now?"

I'm hungry.

He Sichen looked down at her.

She tilted her head back, her eyes reflecting the city lights, looking as docile as a little animal begging for food.

He suddenly deflated and resignedly loosened his tie.

"Pack your things."

He looked away and reached for the suit jacket on the back of the chair.

"I'll take you out to eat."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the office door.

Before any response could be received, the door was pushed open.

He Nanxian stood at the door carrying two huge Japanese food takeout bags, his clothes still damp from the rain.

He spotted the two people in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at a glance.

Si Yimian stood next to He Sichen, less than an arm's length apart.

He Nanxian's pupils contracted slightly.

"Mianmian".

The next second, he put down the takeout and walked over quickly.

The moment the second clap of thunder rang out, he pulled Si Yimian away from the window.

"Standing by the window during thunderstorm? Are you out of your mind?"

His tone was urgent and fierce, accusing.

Si Yimian stumbled half a step as he pulled her, a little dazed.

He Sichen glanced at He Nanxian's hand on Si Yimian's shoulder, then looked away without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, He Nanxian turned to He Sichen, his tone suppressing his emotions.

"Brother, didn't you know Mianmian is afraid of thunder?"

He Sichen leaned against the desk, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping across her face.

Is she afraid?

I was enjoying watching it from the window just now.

"Now I know."

"Then why did you let her stand by the window?"

He Sichen's expression was indifferent, and his tone was flat.

"Her legs are long."

He Nanxian was speechless and couldn't reply.

This answer was unlike his older brother's usual shameless behavior.

Si Yimian looked at this and then that, her eyes crinkling as she tried to smooth things over.

"Brother Nanxian, what brings you here?"

She pulled her wrist away from his grasp.

He Nanxian turned to look at her, his gaze softening.

"I worry about you being alone during a thunderstorm."

"The receptionist said you were in your older brother's office, so I came right up here."

Si Yimian then remembered that the original owner was most afraid of thunderstorms.

The weather was like this the day I got lost.

The rain poured down, and thunder roared. She was shoved into a bread cart, and when she looked back, she could only see the blurry streetlights through the rain.

Later, whenever such weather came around, she would huddle under the covers and shiver.

He Nanxian stepped forward, picked up the two takeout bags from the table, and handed them to Si Yimian.

"Mianmian, are you hungry? I bought your favorite food."

Si Yimian looked at the two bags, which were stuffed full, and sighed inwardly.

As for He Nanxian...

You say he's no good, but he really does care about you.

You say he's good, but he's always thinking about others, and you're just a side note.

"Thank you, Brother Nanxian, for making the trip in such heavy rain."

As she spoke, she turned back and smiled at He Sichen.

"Dr. He, would you like to eat together?"

He Sichen's gaze swept over the two takeout bags printed with the Ginza logo.

"Let's eat out."

"My office is not a cafeteria, and it's not allowed to smell."

He Sichen picked up his suit jacket and walked out first.

Si Yimian jogged to catch up, while He Nanxian carried the takeout and walked at the back.

The common area lounge was empty, so the three of them occupied the round table by the window.

Si Yimian was caught in the middle.

A green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a little sheep in the middle.

He Nanxian unpacked the food boxes one by one and arranged them on plates just like in a Japanese restaurant.

Si Yimian picked up a piece of tamagoyaki and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"tasty."

He Nanxian took out a tissue and reached out to wipe her mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Before the tissue even touched his lips, He Sichen spoke.

"Put your hands down."

He Nanxian paused, turning his head to look at him.

"Brother, there's sauce on the corner of her mouth."

"Doesn't she have hands?"

He Sichen raised his eyes, his gaze icy.

"Or do you treat her like she's disabled, needing to be waited on hand and foot to eat?"

He Nanxian: "..."

Si Yimian quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her face haphazardly.

This old man's possessiveness is practically written all over his face.

"Yes, yes, both of my hands are still intact."

"Brother Nanxian, I can do it myself."

He Nanxian withdrew his hand and looked at his elder brother.

Something just doesn't feel right.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

He just felt that his older brother seemed to be targeting him unusually today.

He Sichen lowered his eyes, picked up his cup, and drank some water.

It felt like someone had stuffed a lemon into my heart.

Her real fiancé is sitting right across from her, so who gave him the right to give her the cold shoulder?

Who does he think he is?

Without a name or status, we couldn't even find out what she liked to eat.

He leaned back, completely losing the will to speak.

After drinking the flavorful soup, He Nanxian suddenly remembered something.

"Mianmian, I heard you didn't pass the review meeting today?"

"Yes, there's a problem with the data."

Si Yimian swallowed the food in her mouth, her tone nonchalant.

"Therefore, I need to go to the clinical setting to re-verify the data."

He Nanxian's brows furrowed even more.

"The hospital isn't close to your home."

"After you start your clinical work, your off-duty time is not fixed, and you can't drive, and your family doesn't provide you with a driver."

He put down his chopsticks, his tone serious.

"Your body can't handle all that back and forth every day."

Si Yimian rested her chin on her hand and sighed.

"So I want to move out."

"Ideally, it should be near a hospital, to save time and hassle."

Living in the Si family's house means spending an extra two hours on the road every day.

He also had to distract himself to deal with Si Ningyou's complicated and roundabout ways.

She doesn't have that much energy.

Without even thinking, He Nanxian turned to He Sichen.

"Brother, is that apartment across from yours in Guanlan Yipin still vacant?"

He Sichen looked up at him.

Si Yimian's ears perked up.

"Back then, you valued privacy, so you bought the apartment across the hall as well."

The more He Nanxian talked about it, the more feasible it seemed.

"It's closest to the hospital, a five-minute walk away."

"It would be perfect to let Mianmian stay there temporarily."

Immediately afterwards, He Nanxian turned to He Sichen.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Si Yimian raised her head and glanced at He Sichen.

He sat opposite me, expressionless, his chopsticks resting on the edge of his bowl, untouched.

She suddenly found the scene somewhat amusing.

He Nanxian personally escorted her to the apartment across from He Sichen's, and then asked, "What do you think?"

He Sichen probably thought he should get an MRI scan of his brain.

This is big enough to dock an aircraft carrier.

He truly didn't treat her like an outsider.

He really didn't treat his brother like a man.

He Sichen lowered his eyes and toyed with the glass in his hand.

"Are you trusting me too much, or are you not taking her seriously enough?"

He Nanxian paused for a second, then realized what was happening and laughed.

"Brother, I'm at ease leaving Mianmian in your care."

He Sichen curled his lips into a cold smile.

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