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

Zhou Mu stopped trying to signal him and simply closed his eyes.

Si Yimian felt a chill run down her spine and finally realized something was wrong.

She slowly turned her head.

He Sichen stood behind her, his gaze fixed intently on her face.

I don't know how long I listened to it.

He Nanxian stood beside him, looking completely bewildered.

"Mianmian, what are you talking about?"

The two men stood side by side, one aloof and ascetic, the other gentle and handsome.

He Sichen: "Go on, I'm listening."

Si Yimian: "..."

The community died on the spot.

Her mind raced, searching through every single word she had just said.

How much of what he just said did he take in?

They must have listened to everything.

Si Yimian bit her lower lip and turned to look at Zhou Mu.

She frantically gave Zhou Mu meaningful glances.

Help me! Help me!

Zhou Mu pretended to look at his phone and silently took two steps back.

He's not stupid; if he gets involved now, he'll die quickly.

"Um, I suddenly remembered that the postoperative record for patient number ten hasn't been written yet. I'll be going now."

After saying that, he ran away faster than a rabbit.

Si Yimian: "..."

Plastic colleagues.

Si Yimian reluctantly turned around to face He Sichen.

"Dr. He, I was just talking nonsense."

"Dr. He's very magnanimous, he certainly won't hold it against me, right?"

She tilted her head back, looking as docile as a little lamb waiting to be patted on the head.

He Sichen glanced at her expressionlessly, too lazy to argue with her.

That little rascal's mouth can talk the dead back to life and drive the living to their deaths.

"Your assessment score has been reduced by five points."

Si Yimian pouted: "Why?!"

"Talking about superiors behind their backs will result in a deduction of three points."

"What about the remaining two points?"

I don't like the look of you.

Si Yimian: "..."

What a scoundrel, using his position to settle personal scores.

He Nanxian smiled and shook his head, took two steps forward, and handed the paper bag in his hand to Si Yimian.

"Mianmian, this is for you."

Si Yimian's eyes lit up. She took the paper bag and glanced down at it.

Chestnut cake, and a hot latte.

"Thank you, Brother Nanxian!"

He turned to look at He Sichen.

"Brother, can Mianmian leave early today?"

"I've come to pick her up; I want to take her out for a meal."

He Sichen glanced down at his watch; it was already six o'clock.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across He Nanxian's face before landing on Si Yimian.

She was looking down at the straw packaging, completely unaware that she was being stared at by two pairs of eyes at the same time.

He really wanted to say no.

But seeing her recent high-intensity, back-to-back clinical work, the weariness under her eyes was impossible to hide.

Her hands were still wrapped in gauze. She had just been frightened last night and was then chased and cursed online by Qin Enyu's fans.

Fine, let her take the early shift.

Besides, what right does he have to stop the other party from picking them up when their arranged marriage partner comes to do so?

He Sichen withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent.

"what ever."

"Her legs are long enough to be on her body, so why are you asking me?"

These words sound straightforward, but every single one is so sour it makes your teeth ache.

Upon hearing this, Si Yimian was slightly taken aback.

They just released them like that?

He Nanxian smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Thanks, brother."

He naturally put his arm around Si Yimian's shoulder.

"Mianmian, let's go."

Si Yimian was led forward two steps, then suddenly turned around.

He Sichen had already turned and walked towards his office, his back straight and aloof.

……

He Sichen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the entire pane of glass reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, as well as his gloomy face.

Downstairs, He Nanxian's car was parked in front of the outpatient building.

Si Yimian stood by the car, still holding the latte in her hand, talking to He Nanxian with her head down.

From the sixth floor, she looked like a tiny little ball.

He Nanxian walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and placed his hand on the top edge of the door frame.

He Sichen watched this scene expressionlessly, his knuckles lightly tapping the glass.

He closed his eyes and was about to pull down the blinds.

Si Yimian downstairs suddenly looked up and stared straight at his window.

Six floors apart and the dim light of dawn, their eyes met in mid-air.

He Sichen's heart skipped a beat, and he reflexively wanted to back away.

At this moment, Si Yimian lowered her head, bent down, and got into the car.

He Sichen stared at the departing taillights, his knuckles slowly loosening the pull cord.

The slats of the Venetian blinds shattered the setting sun, casting dappled shadows on his face.

I was angry all day today.

What's even more infuriating is that she used him as a tool, discarding him once she was done with him.

They didn't even try to comfort him.

They turned around and complained behind his back that he was too old and his physical functions were declining.

He was thirty, she was twenty-three.

She's only seven years old.

Where do I look old?

What's wrong?

She didn't look like this when she touched his abs.

Prescribing medicine without even trying it is simply quack work!

……

The restaurant was dimly lit, and the aroma of Thai spices filled the air.

He Nanxian chose a window seat, with the city lights and traffic flowing outside.

Si Yimian looked down at her phone; Qin Enyu's name was still trending on social media.

That video has been shared over a million times.

Qin Enyu's comment section changed from feeling sorry for her sister to saying, "Sister, your move is a bit too much."

Fans mobilized en masse to control comments and defend the cause, turning the flame war against the opposing team.

No one cares about her anymore, the bully.

When the Tom Yum soup was served, the sour and spicy aroma exploded, making Si Yi Mian's nose tingle and her appetite instantly surge.

She put down her phone, picked up a piece of shrimp, and began to eat it with great concentration.

He Nanxian sat opposite her, not having much of an appetite, his chopsticks resting on the edge of his bowl as he watched her eat.

"Mianmian, don't take those comments online to heart."

With shrimp meat in her mouth, she mumbled a response.

"I didn't take it to heart. My heart is only so big; it can't hold so much filth."

He Nanxian was amused by her and reached out to rub her head.

Si Yimian subtly turned her head and reached for the shrimp chips.

He Nanxian's hand missed its target, paused for a moment, and then withdrew.

He ladled a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of her, then suddenly spoke.

"Mianmian, there's something I want to ask you."

"Um?"

"You released that video of Qin Enyu, didn't you?"

Si Yimian's fingers, which were pinching shrimp chips, stopped.

She looked up at him but didn't say anything.

He Nanxian put down the soup spoon and placed his fingers interlaced on the table.

"I can hear your voice in the video."

He paused, softening his tone as much as possible.

Si Yimian fed the shrimp chips into her mouth and nodded obediently.

"Brother Nanxian has really good hearing."

"I was so shocked at the time that I just recorded it without thinking."

"Who told her to put that in Dr. He's hand..."

He Nanxian picked up his water glass, took a sip, and put it down.

"My brother must be angry today, right?"

Si Yimian thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Yeah, you have quite a temper. I lost five points for that."

"He also told me not to talk to him this week."

He Nanxian suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness.

That doesn't count as being angry.

"If he really gets angry, you won't even be able to get into Yu'an's house."

Si Yimian looked up at him and listened to him continue.

"My older brother has never liked being in the public eye since he was a child."

"Yuan's public relations department tried to interview him many times, but they were blocked every time."

"He doesn't even bother to show his face at industry summits."

"This is the first time his name has been linked to this kind of sex scandal and has been trending on social media."

"Your older brother has been very tolerant of you."

Si Yimian's heart skipped a beat as she listened.

It turns out that the scoundrel wasn't angry about getting less money; he was angry that his privacy had been violated.

When she put him on the trending topics list, this was the only trick she could think of.

However, they overlooked the fact that He Sichen has obsessive-compulsive disorder, pride, and boundaries that he doesn't want to be made public.

"Mianmian, Enyu is willing to reconcile."

He Nanxian suddenly reached out, placed his hand on the back of her hand, and gently patted it.

"As long as you come forward and clarify that you took the video out of context."

"Qin Enyu promised that as long as you ask, she will cooperate by issuing a statement saying that the bullying was just for the show."

"If you both take a step back, this matter will be over."