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

He Nanxian fell silent, finding himself unable to respond.

This logic is so bizarre that it's impossible to refute.

But something doesn't sound right.

"Mianmian, give me some time."

"Okay, here you go."

Si Yimian nodded, her tone as perfunctory as if she were coaxing a child.

"I'll give you the entire universe's worth of time."

"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

Why is she in such a hurry?

She's busy dealing with He Sichen.

"arrive."

Si Yimian pointed to the Si family villa outside the window.

"Just stop at the intersection ahead, I'll go in myself."

He Nanxian opened his mouth, but in the end he could only manage a "okay" before pulling over to the side of the road.

Si Yimian got out of the car without looking back.

He Nanxian sat in the driver's seat, watching the Si family's gate slowly close.

She used to stand at the door and watch him walk away.

The hole in his heart grew a little bigger.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

I don't even know what I lost.

This feels like quitting smoking.

I feel uncomfortable, but I can't quite put my finger on what I'm craving.

He suddenly couldn't tell whether he was reluctant to part with her or reluctant to part with the feeling of being loved by her.

……

Si Yimian pushed open her bedroom door, and a wave of dampness hit her.

The curtains fluttered, the wind whipped raindrops onto our faces, and the blankets on the bed were soaked with water, enough to wring out a basinful.

She stood at the doorway, surveying the mess around her.

Si Ningyou's underhanded tricks have been the same for eight years, with absolutely no innovation.

When the original owner returned, she would quietly close the windows and change the sheets, afraid of causing trouble for her parents.

She was also afraid of putting her parents in a difficult position, since Si Ningyou had lost her parents.

She won't indulge him now.

Anyway, I'll move to the apartment opposite He Sichen tomorrow.

Why not unleash a powerful move before leaving?

Si Yimian hung her bag on the dry chair back.

He took out his phone and sent a text message to Ruan Qiutang.

[Mom, my room is flooded, can you come up and help me?]

Attached is a horrific photo of the scene.

After sending the message, she turned and walked straight to the south-facing master bedroom at the end of the corridor.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

Knock knock knock.

Si Ningyou's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Your father."

The door opened, and Si Ningyou, wearing a silk bathrobe, looked impatient.

"Mianmian, it's so late at night..."

"Make way."

Si Yimian squeezed through the crack in the door and looked around.

The south-facing master bedroom has a terrace, and the walk-in closet is larger than her original entire room.

After Si Yimian went missing, Si Ningyou moved in and lived there for more than ten years.

"Si Ningyou, pack your things and get out tonight."

"I want to move back into this room."

Si Ningyou's pupils contracted, thinking she had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Si Yimian smiled at her.

"Is your hearing not working?"

"I mean, after occupying someone else's place for over a decade, you've finally gotten the property certificate?"

Si Ningyou stared at her, her voice turning cold.

"Si Yimian, you didn't get anywhere with Dad today, so you're coming back to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Si Yimian took a step forward, closing in on her.

"So what if it is?"

"This room was where I lived before I was five years old. Now that I'm back, you should have returned it to its rightful owner long ago."

"Or are you planning to stay here forever?"

"If you lose one kidney, you also lose one brain?"

Si Ningyou trembled all over, her nails digging into her palms.

Did that bitch take the wrong medicine tonight?

"you……"

Si Yimian defiantly looked up to meet her gaze.

"What about me?"

Did I say something wrong?

"Didn't your parents teach you that you have to return what doesn't belong to you?"

"Oh right, your parents are gone, so no one taught you."

"But it's a good thing your parents died young, otherwise how would you have had the chance to compete with me for the room, the man, and the inheritance?"

Si Ningyou's chest heaved violently, her eyebrows were raised, and hatred burned in her eyes.

What she hates most in her life is people talking about her biological parents.

"Si Yimian!"

She raised her hand to slap someone, then abruptly stopped.

She was afraid that if she slapped him, it would give others something to say about it.

Si Ningyou clenched her teeth, her arm frozen in mid-air.

I can't hit him, and I can't tolerate it.

Si Yimian stared at the hand, then suddenly leaned closer.

"Go ahead and hit them."

"Don't dare? Then I'll do it."

She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Snapped.

The sound was crisp and loud.

Si Ningyou's face was turned to the side by the blow, her eyes widened in shock, and she was completely stunned.

"You dare hit me?"

Si Yimian shook her wrist.

"We've already started, why ask if you dare?"

"You think you've secured your place in the Si family? No matter how secure you are, you're still just someone staying temporarily."

"I'm their biological child, no matter what I do, my parents will eventually forgive me."

"And you? Do you dare to do it?"

Si Ningyou's mind exploded, she completely lost control, screamed and pounced on him.

"You bitch! I'll tear you apart!"

She raised her hand, and this time without hesitation, the slap came down with a gust of wind.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Ning You! What are you doing?!"

Si Ningyou turned around abruptly.

Ruan Qiutang was walking over quickly when she saw her hand hanging in mid-air, and her face immediately darkened.

"Are you going to hit your sister?"

"Mom, it's her..."

"Mom, I was the one who made my sister angry first."

Si Yimian interrupted her, shrank her neck, and took half a step back.

"My room is completely wet, I can't sleep."

"I was thinking that my sister is living in my old room, so I was wondering if we could switch back..."

"Not only did my sister disagree, she also called me a petty person who had gotten ahead."

"She said I've been getting a few nice treatment lately and now I want to take advantage of her."

"When I said I didn't, she got even angrier."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"It was my oversight, not my sister's fault."

Si Ningyou almost fainted.

Who's taking a dump on whose head?

That brat can turn black into white with her mouth.

"Mom, she's lying! It was her from beginning to end..."

That's enough.

Ruan Qiutang's face darkened.

Looking at Si Yimian's docile demeanor and then at Si Ningyou's ferocious expression, it was obvious who she should believe.

"Ning You, Mianmian's room is all wet, she can't sleep tonight."

"This room originally belonged to her; you should let her have it."

Upon hearing this, Si Ningyou felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

let?

It's happening again.

Last time at the banquet, I made her apologize; this time, I'm making her give up her room.

If she continues to give in, she won't even have a place to stand in this house.

"mom."

Si Ningyou sneered, tears streaming down her face.

"If my parents were alive, would I be living as a dependent?"

"Do you think I have to put up with other people's attitudes just to get a room?!"

The color drained from Ruan Qiutang's face in an instant.

These words are the deepest scar on the Si family; every time they are reopened, they bleed profusely.

Si Ningyou raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her eyes red like a rabbit's.

"Either she moves, or I move."

"Anyway, this house has never been able to accommodate two people."

After saying that, she turned around and slammed the door shut, the latch locking with a loud click.

Ruan Qiutang stood there, as if she had been split in two.

Half was given to the biological son and half to the adopted daughter.

Debt is everywhere.

She closed her eyes briefly and turned away wearily.

Si Yimian stood there quietly, without crying or making a fuss.

"Mianmian..."

Si Yimian suddenly smiled.

"Mom, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

Ruan Qiutang was stunned for a moment, her heart felt like it had been twisted.

This child, even though he was wronged, was still trying to find a way to save face for her.

"Then Mom will help you tidy up."

"it is good."

Si Yimian nodded obediently and took her arm as they walked towards the guest room.

The guest rooms were small, but they were clean and tidy.

Ruan Qiutang helped her make the bed, her back slightly hunched.

Si Yimian looked at her and noticed that her eyes were red.

"Mother."

Si Yimian walked over and hugged her from behind.

Ruan Qiutang paused.

"Um?"

"I'll move out."

Si Yimian buried her face in the crook of her shoulder, her voice muffled.

"My sister's parents died because of me; our family owes her that."

"So I can't make things difficult for you and Dad."