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

Ruan Qiutang looked at her daughter, her eyes still filled with worry.

"Should Mom put pressure on Qin Enyu? Or should we have Chenxi's PR department issue a statement?"

"Your father has already instructed the public relations department to make preparations. If you have any ideas..."

"Need not."

Si Yimian wiped her mouth and spoke slowly.

I won't explain.

Ruan Qiutang was taken aback: "No explanation?"

Si Yimian raised her head, and most of the cuteness on her face disappeared.

"Mom, do you know why so many people who have been wrongly accused sound like they're just making excuses the more they try to explain?"

"Because they are playing a defensive game on the opponent's home turf."

"The person who wronged you knows better than anyone else that you are innocent."

"If I rush to explain, won't I fall into the trap of proving myself?"

"She threw poop at me, I can't exactly pick it up and analyze its components, can I?"

He Sichen held the soup spoon, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Ruan Qiutang frowned: "But what those things said online..."

Si Yimian smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Mom, when others say the truth, it's called a defense; when she says it herself, it's called self-destruction."

"At the Yu An Charity Gala next Saturday, I have a way to get her to clarify things herself."

"The truth will come to everyone on its own."

He Sichen paused as he put down the soup bowl.

He lowered his eyes, thinking that this woman was up to no good again.

But even knowing she was full of bad intentions, I still couldn't resist betting everything on her.

He spoke calmly.

"Aunt Ruan, she knows what she's doing."

Looking at her daughter, Ruan Qiutang suddenly felt a strange sense of pride.

When did this child grow up to be like this?

It's not the kind of aggressive, ruthless attack; it's like a needle wrapped in cotton, gently pricking you until you're bleeding before you even realize it.

"Okay, Mom won't interfere."

Ruan Qiutang placed another piece of spare rib into Si Yimian's bowl, her tone solemn.

"But Mianmian, remember this."

"No matter what happens in the future, tell me immediately."

She paused, a thin layer of tears welling up in her eyes.

"You got lost when you were little, and it took your mother ten years to find you."

"It's been eight years since you came back, and now we finally have the chance to talk properly like this."

"So I'll start learning now, learning how to favor you, learning how not to let sensible children suffer."

"Mom doesn't want to lose you a second time."

Si Yimian stared at her blankly.

This woman, who was always fair and impartial in the original story, is now saying she wants to learn how to show favoritism to her.

She suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

The original owner waited so many years for these words.

She waited for so many years, but it never came.

"it is good."

She put down her chopsticks, sidled up to hug Ruan Qiutang's arm, and pressed her face against it.

"From now on, I'll tell Mom about even the smallest things."

Ruan Qiutang was amused by her and ruffled her hair.

"What if those fans come looking for trouble again?"

"I'll still assign you two bodyguards..."

"Need not."

Si Yimian lifted her face off her shoulder and gestured with her chin toward He Sichen.

"Dr. Yuhe is here."

He Sichen paused, his hand holding the chopsticks still, and looked up at her.

"He single-handedly took on all the firepower today."

"With a neighbor like this, I wouldn't be afraid even if a whole group of Qin Enyu's fans came."

Ruan Qiutang turned to look at He Sichen.

He Sichen put down his chopsticks and met Ruan Qiutang's gaze.

"Don't worry, Aunt Ruan, Yu'an's security system is not just for show."

"Starting tomorrow, I will replan her commute route, and I will increase security inside the hospital."

He paused, then added.

"She lives across the hall from me, I'll handle anything that happens."

Ruan Qiutang nodded and smiled.

"Mianmian will probably cause you a lot of trouble in the future, so you'll have to take good care of her."

He Sichen lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Um."

Si Yimian rested her chin on her hand, her fingernails tapping lightly on the table.

"Mom, what are you saying?"

"It's as if they've entrusted me to Dr. Tsuru."

Ruan Qiutang glared at her and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What about Nanxian's side..."

She paused, then didn't continue.

But everyone understands what it means.

Si Yimian didn't reply, but picked up another piece of pork rib.

He Sichen didn't reply, but picked up his water glass and took a sip.

There was a subtle pause in the atmosphere.

Ruan Qiutang tactfully changed the subject and added another spoonful of soup to Si Yimian's bowl.

"Eat more, you're so thin."

……

After we finished eating, the property management had already fixed the door lock for Si Yimian's house.

After seeing them off, He Sichen stood in front of the refrigerator, staring at the row of food containers and the box of cherries inside, and remained silent for a moment.

Since the day he moved in, the refrigerator compartment has always contained only sparkling water and craft beer.

Now his refrigerator has suddenly been adopted by a normal family.

She's only been here a week, and his rules are already riddled with holes.

He closed the refrigerator door and walked into the living room. The cushion on the sofa where she had sat was slightly dented.

He picked up the cushion, paused for a moment, and then put it back.

Then he bent down and picked up a hair tie from the carpet.

A cream-colored elastic rope with a little sheep attached to it.

She fell.

He Sichen stared at the little sheep for a while, then casually put the glove on his wrist.

Then he pushed the rubber band under his sleeve.

The cuffs are too long to be seen.

Anyway, she doesn't remember.

Meanwhile, Si Yimian returned home, washed up, changed into her pajamas, and sank into the bed.

I took out my phone and opened Weibo; her name was trending.

The comments section was a complete disaster.

She scrolled past the messages that insulted her ancestors without changing her expression and found Qin Enyu's home.

She only edited one sentence: "[Should I buy Qin Enyu's gossip?]"

The other party replied instantly: 【Name your price.】

Si Yimian sent a number.

【make a deal.】

They were decisive and efficient, like selling cabbages, and even made a profit of 300,000.

She opened her photo album and found the video that had been lying around for a long time.

Qin Enyu lay prone at He Sichen's feet, her black lace panties lying in front of the tips of his leather shoes. He Sichen expressionlessly told the waiter to pick them up.

I didn't expect to use it so soon.

Si Yimian sent the video, put down her phone, and leaned against the headboard.

Once this video goes viral, Qin Enyu's fans will be busy cleaning up and controlling the comments on the social media platform.

They had no time to care whether Si Yimian was bullying them or not.

If someone splashes dirty water on you, don't rush to wipe it off; first, drag the person into even dirtier water.

Once the other person is busy washing themselves, you'll be clean.

The strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" is a wisdom of our ancestors.

……

The next morning, at Yu'an Hospital.

When He Sichen came out of the ward rounds, his white coat was spotless.

When Si Yimian saw this, she immediately jogged to catch up.

Good morning, Dr. He.

He Sichen glanced at her.

A ponytail, light makeup, and a youthful, energetic look.

He didn't answer her, but his steps slowed down.

"Go see Chen Lan."

"oh."

She followed him, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh right, when I came back from taking a shower last night and was packing my things, I found a hair tie that I left at your house."

"It's milky white, like a little sheep, I quite like it, did you see it?"

He Sichen paused in his steps.

His left hand hung naturally at his side, and his sleeve was pulled down slightly.

"no."