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

In that instant, seven or eight images flashed through He Sichen's mind.

He pulled He Nanxian away and punched him.

Or just walk over and pull the person out.

But he wasn't qualified to go out; no matter his status, it wasn't his place to step forward and pull the person away.

He turned around and retreated to the corner.

Reaching the elevator, he raised his hand and pressed the down button.

He took out his phone, unlocked it, and tapped on the pinned profile picture.

I hovered my fingertip over the dial key for two seconds, then pressed it.

In the corridor.

Si Yimian's phone vibrated in her bag.

He Nanxian frowned when she heard the bell, and took the opportunity to pull her wrist away.

You're hurting me.

She looked down and rummaged through her bag, pulling out her phone. The three characters "He Sichen" were flashing on the screen.

"I'm taking this call."

She looked up at He Nanxian.

He Nanxian didn't let go; instead, he took a step forward.

"Whose call was that?"

"Your brother."

Si Yimian pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.

"Feed?"

He Sichen's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Calm, composed, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Are you done with your work?"

Si Yimian hummed in agreement.

He Sichen lowered his eyes, watching the elevator floor numbers jump up one by one.

"Underground parking lot, Section C."

"I'm waiting for you."

Si Yimian didn't rush to respond, her gaze never leaving He Nanxian's face.

His face had darkened.

"I have to go."

He Nanxian stared at the phone in her hand that was still on a call. The next second, he reached out and snatched the phone from her palm.

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment.

He Nanxian held the phone to his ear, speaking in a very low voice.

"elder brother."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I'll take Mianmian today, so you don't have to wait."

Both ends of the phone went silent.

He Sichen's knuckles turned two shades white as he gripped the phone.

He didn't speak.

He Nanxian didn't hang up either.

Si Yimian looked at He Nanxian holding her phone with a defiant expression and suddenly felt like eating some sunflower seeds.

She leaned back against the wall, crossed her arms, and watched the show.

Men's battles are much more entertaining than an 8 PM soap opera.

He Sichen's voice came through the phone two seconds later.

"He Nanxian, give her back her phone."

There were no questions or explanations, and no extra emotions.

"elder brother......"

"Give her back."

He spoke two words in a low voice.

Si Yimian stretched out her hand, palm open.

Give it back to me.

He Nanxian's fingers froze for a moment before he handed the phone back, but in the end, he put it back in her hand.

Si Yimian took it, held it to her ear, and said nothing.

"Get down."

After He Sichen finished speaking, he hung up.

The elevator doors opened just then, and he stepped inside.

Si Yimian looked at the blacked-out screen and smiled slightly.

She remembers the seventy million sky lanterns.

When you calculate the total, you can clearly see which way the scales tip and whether the patient has cerebellar atrophy.

She looked up at He Nanxian, put her phone back in her bag, and zipped it up.

"Brother Nanxian, I have to go."

He Nanxian: "Let's go?"

"Yes, Dr. He is waiting for me in the parking lot. We agreed to go back to Guanlan Yipin together."

She paused, then added.

"We live across the street, it's on our way, we can't keep him waiting too long."

He Nanxian stared at her, a flicker of fire in his eyes.

"When did you become so close to him?"

"He lives across the hall from me, we see each other every day, it's hard not to get to know each other."

Si Yimian answered frankly.

He Nanxian didn't reply, his fingers clenched and unclenched.

She turned to leave, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist again.

This time I used less force.

"Mianmian".

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Could you... not go?"

Si Yimian remained completely calm.

"cannot."

"Brother Nanxian, you must be tired tonight. Go home and get some rest."

He Nanxian tugged at the corners of his lips, his smile tinged with bitterness.

"Mianmian, do you... not need me anymore?"

Si Yimian looked at him, her eyes calm.

"Brother Nanxian, what are you saying?"

Did I need you that much before?

He Nanxian felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"People grow up, you can't hold an umbrella for your sister while leaving me standing there getting soaked in the rain waiting for you."

"There's only one umbrella, so I'll have to find my own shelter."

He Nanxian stared at her, not letting go.

"Then why did you suddenly stop liking me?"

There was no questioning in his tone; it sounded more like disbelief.

He couldn't understand how eight years of affection could just disappear like that.

Si Yimian did not answer immediately.

She looked down at her wrist, which he was gripping, then looked up at him again.

His gaze was calm and unwavering, devoid of any lingering warmth of past affection or the thrill of revenge.

"Because I deserve to be chosen first, not just remembered casually."

"Someone who can't even give me priority doesn't deserve my affection."

Upon hearing this, He Nanxian's fingers stiffened.

Si Yimian took the opportunity to pull her wrist away.

"Brother Nanxian, let's leave it at that for tonight."

"Go back and think carefully about the engagement."

When I said I didn't like you, I wasn't saying it out of anger; it was the truth.

"It's better for everyone if we untie the knot sooner."

He Nanxian's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Si Yimian brushed away his hand that was gripping her shoulder, her tone neither soft nor hard.

"I'm gone."

She turned and walked towards the elevator.

He Nanxian's hand hung in mid-air.

The five fingers slowly curled back into the palm, leaving only empty air.

I feel something sinking down in my chest.

Over the years, he has given all his tenderness to another person, leaving Si Yimian with only the title of fiancé.

He thought the marriage contract was a safety net, that no matter how fast he drove, she would always be there waiting for him to catch up.

Now that she's about to take away the title, he suddenly feels a little panicked.

He never imagined that one day she would say, "I don't like you."

When she said it today, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

He can't let her go.

I don't want to let go either.

……

Underground parking lot, Section C.

Si Yimian walked out in high heels, her gaze sweeping over the rows of cars.

I didn't see that black G-Class.

She frowned, took out her phone, and prepared to call back.

The screen lit up first.

He Sichen: [Look at the hazard lights.]

She looked up.

Deep inside Zone C, a black Bentley Mulsanne is parked quietly in its parking space, its hazard lights flashing on and off.

Si Yimian stared at the car, stunned for a second.

You changed your car?

She walked over, but the back windows were completely closed, so she couldn't see inside.

The car door was pushed open from the inside.

She bent down and squeezed in, her bottom landing as the car door closed automatically.

The car was dark inside, and the partition between the front and rear compartments had been raised.

The enclosed space has only two people remaining.

He Sichen sat on the left, his long legs crossed, his suit jacket off, leaving only a dark gray shirt.

The cuffs are rolled up to the forearms, revealing the wrist bones.

He turned his head to look out the window, not at her.

Si Yimian sat on the right, half a meter away, with enough room for another person to squeeze in between.

She glanced at the distance.

Wow, it's like the Milky Way.

"Dr. Crane."

He didn't respond.

"He Sichen".

There was still no response.

She nodded, her tone composed.

"Okay, then I'll chat with the driver for a bit."

She leaned forward to knock on the partition, but before her hand could touch it, her wrist was grabbed.

He Sichen pulled her back, without withdrawing his strength, but then loosened his grip halfway through.

He turned his head to look at her.

"Sit still."

Si Yimian obediently leaned back, her wrist still being held by him.

She looked down at his hands, then looked up at him again.

"Dr. He's hands are quite cold."

He Sichen released his grip, looked out the window again, and remained silent.

Are you in a bad mood tonight?

"no."

"Then why don't you look at me?"

He Sichen ignored her.

Si Yimian moved closer to him, her skirt brushing against his trouser leg.

She spoke again: "Brother Nanxian tonight..."

He Sichen finally turned his head and his gaze fell on her face.

He suddenly raised his hand, pinched her chin, and pressed his thumb against her lower lip.

Where did he touch you?