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

He Sichen didn't reply, but tapped his fingers lightly twice on the steering wheel.

red light.

The car stopped.

He turned his head to look at her, his gaze calm.

"You think I can't tell the difference?"

Si Yimian pulled her seatbelt down a bit and turned to face him.

"What men say in bed is about as credible as the brotherhood they express at the dinner table."

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and looked ahead again.

The green light came on, and the car smoothly glided out.

"I'm going to your bed, not to the execution ground."

"It's not like you'll lose your civil capacity as soon as you go up there."

Si Yimian opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.

This person's angles of rebuttal are always cunning.

"Then why did you agree so quickly?"

"Because I had already planned to give it to you."

She froze for a moment.

He signaled, changed lanes, overtook a slow-moving sanitation truck, and continued speaking.

"Yuan will eventually have to license the production process of the Lighthouse Project to external parties."

"Chenxi has been preparing for this in recent years, with its production capacity, technology, and quality control system meeting the requirements."

"Here you go, it's the optimal solution in both directions."

"It's not that you benefited, it's that I saved the time cost of bidding."

He paused.

"As for the marriage contract, you don't need to exchange it for someone else if you don't want it."

"I'm helping you solve it, not because you asked for it in bed."

"Because you are qualified."

Si Yimian loosened her grip on the seatbelt.

"What if I'm not qualified?"

"Then I won't agree to that."

He answered very quickly.

Whether you deserve this judgment doesn't need to be repeatedly verified in bed.

"A promise is a promise."

"I will not back down just because the circumstances change."

He glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before returning to the road ahead.

"Si Yimian, I'm thirty years old."

"Being able to distinguish when to make what decision."

"Every promise I made to you was made with full awareness."

"Including this matter."

Si Yimian leaned back in her chair, staring at the morning light streaming through the windshield.

My heart felt like it was being held firmly in the arms of a hand.

"The exclusive rights to the Lighthouse Project are not a small project, and there will be internal resistance within Yu'an."

Si Yimian looked away, her tone becoming serious.

"How do you plan to get past the board of directors?"

"That's my business."

"But this concerns Chenxi..."

"You take care of asking, I'll take care of giving."

He interrupted her, each word resounding.

"You don't need to worry about what happens in between."

Si Yimian wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She suddenly realized that this man's words were more hurtful than his kisses.

Kissing her only made her body feel weak.

Speaking is the soul's art.

She suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

It made a loud popping sound.

He Sichen's fingers tightened on the steering wheel for a moment.

"Sit still."

"What's wrong with a kiss?"

"Driving."

"You're such a good driver, a kiss won't cause a crash."

He didn't reply, but his earlobes turned red.

Si Yimian leaned back in her seat and smiled.

This man always verbally refuses, but his body always indulges.

The phrase "saying one thing but doing another" is practically tailor-made for him.

……

In the afternoon, Si Yimian left work promptly at five o'clock.

After spending a month in the clinical ward, working long hours every day, I suddenly felt uneasy leaving get off work on time.

He Sichen's situation was not so easy.

The Lighthouse Project has entered the second phase of review and preparation, and the materials from the board of directors are piling up.

He spends his mornings in the clinic and his afternoons and evenings in the office, often working late into the night.

At 5:30, Si Yimian arrived home and opened the food delivery app to start ordering food.

After ordering, she took a shower, changed into a cream-colored loungewear set, and let her half-dry hair fall loose over her shoulders.

I opened the door, and the takeout was already placed there.

She brought the lunchbox in, spread it on the dining table, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and called He Sichen.

It rang three times, then I answered it.

"Dr. He, come straight to my place after get off work."

"We ordered something, including your portion."

On the other end of the phone, the rustling sound of He Sichen flipping through documents could be heard.

"Okay, I'll be there at 7:30."

"Hurry up and come here."

Just as Si Yimian was about to hang up the phone, she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

He Sichen's voice faded into the distance, followed by the soft sound of the door closing.

"Brother, are you busy?"

He Nanxian's voice drifted over the receiver.

Si Yimian paused, her fingertips pausing.

The call was cut off the next second.

She stared blankly at the blacked-out screen.

What's going on?

Three seconds later, the phone vibrated.

Caller ID: He Nanxian.

She swiped to answer the call, but didn't say anything.

"Brother, are you free?"

He Sichen's voice was indifferent: "How long?"

"Let's see how you answer."

He Sichen turned off his phone screen and leaned back in his chair.

"explain."

Si Yimian's mind went blank.

A battleground?

She immediately turned on the speakerphone, laid the phone flat on the sofa, leaned down, and put her ear to it.

He Nanxian sat down in the chair opposite the desk without waiting for a greeting.

He Sichen looked up, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment.

This younger brother has lost weight, his cheekbones are more defined, and his eye sockets are deeper.

The way I look at him is different now.

Before, there was always a hint of admiration and restraint in her eyes when she looked at him.

It's gone now.

He Nanxian took out a tablet, turned on the screen, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"There's a video recording I think you should watch."

In the study of a villa on the hillside, a man and a woman lean against the edge of the table in front of the bookshelves.

The man sat in a swivel chair, and the woman sat on his lap, her arms around his neck.

They kissed as if the whole world consisted only of each other.

He Sichen glanced at the screen, his expression unchanged.

"What do you want me to admit today?"

He Nanxian was stunned for a moment.

He had anticipated He Sichen's reaction, but this was the only one he hadn't considered.

Don't deny it, don't explain it, just ask him directly what you want him to admit.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"What do you need me to explain?"

He Sichen's tone was flat.

"Haven't you watched the video countless times?"

"What you see is the whole picture, without any editing or taking things out of context."

He Nanxian tightened his grip on the phone.

He did indeed watch it many times.

Every time was like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

He didn't expect his brother to not even struggle.

This hurt him more than denial.

"Aren't you going to ask me where the video came from?"

"unnecessary."

"I knew what you were going to do the day you moved into Guanlan No. 1."

He Sichen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued speaking.

"You came to see me today because you want me to leave her?"

He Nanxian did not deny it.

"Since you know the answer, I won't beat around the bush."

He pushed the tablet forward.

"You know better than I do the consequences if this video is released."

"The eldest son of the He family, the actual person in charge of Yu'an, is having an affair with his younger brother's arranged marriage partner."

"What does the board of directors think of you? What does the Si family think of you? What does Grandpa think of you?"

He Sichen leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced and resting in front of his abdomen.

"Then go ahead and put it down."