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

Si Yimian quickly switched her expression, turned to look at He Nanxian, and looked innocent.

"Brother Nanxian, is that car behind us flashing its lights at us?"

He Nanxian glanced at the rearview mirror, his brows furrowing suddenly.

"elder brother?"

He recognized his older brother's car, but he had never seen such a reckless pursuit before.

The G-Wagon pounced on us from the side like a raging beast.

He Sichen turned the steering wheel sharply, and the front of the car slammed into him.

He Nanxian slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground.

The G-Class swerved sideways, its black body abruptly cutting off the road ahead.

There were only ten centimeters left between us and the bumper of the car in front.

Si Yimian was thrown forward by inertia, and the seat belt tightened around her chest.

hurts a little.

But she felt so good that her scalp tingled.

When this guy goes crazy, he's fucking cool.

She wanted to unbuckle her seatbelt and jump out of the car window into his arms right now.

He Sichen pushed open the car door, stepped out with his long legs, and carried a suit jacket in his hand.

The car headlights shone from behind him, casting a cold light on his silhouette.

The white shirt clung to her waist and abdomen in the night wind, highlighting her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and impossibly long legs.

He stood there against the light, like a demon crawling out of hell.

He Nanxian's face turned pale, and he rolled down the car window.

"Brother, are you crazy? This is so dangerous!"

He Sichen ignored him, walked straight to the passenger side, and opened the car door.

"I'm taking him with me."

The night wind carried He Sichen's chilling aura into the room.

Si Yimian's heart skipped a beat.

He leaned down, one hand bracing against the car door frame, the other reaching out to her.

"Get down."

Si Yimian looked up at him, obediently unbuckled her seatbelt, and climbed out while lifting her skirt.

He Sichen unfolded his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Then he raised his hand and pulled her hair out from her collar.

My fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, leaving a rough, calloused feel.

Si Yimian shrank her neck: "It's cold."

"Serves you right."

He was stubborn, but he tightened his coat around his neck.

He Nanxian leaned out from the driver's seat.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

He Sichen opened the passenger door, shoved Si Yimian inside, and said only one sentence.

"I need to speak with her."

"Brother, where are you taking Mianmian?"

"Hospital."

He Sichen closed the door, walked around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat.

Ignite the engine, shift gears, and turn the steering wheel.

The G-Wagon cut an arc in front of He Nanxian's car and sped away.

He Nanxian sat in the car, watching the taillights of the black G-Class drive further and further away.

My mind is a complete mess.

What exactly happened to my brother tonight?

I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Never mind, my brother always knows how to act appropriately.

……

Inside the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

The wheels rolled over the mountain road, heading towards the city.

Si Yimian nestled in the passenger seat, took off He Sichen's suit jacket and covered her knees with it, and fastened her seatbelt properly.

The shoulder strap of the peach-pink slip dress slipped down half an inch, revealing half of her collarbone.

She turned her head to look at He Sichen.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, staring straight ahead, his jawline taut.

His shirt collar was slightly open, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he shifted gears.

Streetlights swept by, casting alternating light and shadow on his face.

He was so handsome that she felt a tightness in her lower abdomen.

He was truly insane when he stopped me just now.

She was really happy.

"Dr. He, you looked so cool when you were speeding just now."

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

"Shut up."

Si Yimian smiled and sank deeper into her seat.

"Dr. He, when you caught up with me, did you ever think about this?"

"What?"

"You caught up, and then what?"

He Sichen jerked the steering wheel.

The car lurched as the tires went over the speed bump.

"Si Yimian, are you using yourself as bait?"

"No."

She extended her index finger and waved it in the air.

"I treat you like a fish."

"And it's a stupid fish; it doesn't even look at the bait before it bites."

He Sichen: "..."

He had never heard such an arrogant declaration in his life.

But she's right.

He didn't even look at the bait before diving right in, and he was willing to fish all over the mountain.

He Sichen rolled down the car window by three fingers, letting in a blast of cold air.

He needs to cool down.

This woman's destructive power in a confined space is greater than that of a nuclear weapon.

When Si Yimian saw that he was not speaking again, she turned her head to look at him.

"Dr. He, are you not speaking because you're organizing your thoughts, or are you preparing something big?"

He Sichen then glanced at her sideways.

"I'm wondering what you ate to grow up like this."

Si Yimian: "Hmm?"

"How dare you!"

Si Yimian smiled and snuggled closer to him.

As she turned to one side, the neckline of her slip dress opened slightly with the movement.

The collarbone is fully exposed, and below that, a faint curve is visible.

She seemed completely unaware, looking up at him.

"They grew up eating cuteness."

"Cute and thick-skinned, that's why I'm thick-skinned too."

He Sichen's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards before snapping back.

"Sit still."

"I'm sitting very well."

She rubbed against him again, her knee touching his hand as he shifted gears.

He Sichen tightened his grip, almost causing the steering wheel to veer off course.

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

Streetlights swept by one by one, dividing the carriage into alternating spaces of light and shadow.

Si Yimian was quiet for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Where are you going to take me next?"

He Sichen: "Hospital."

Si Yimian: "Why are we going to the hospital?"

"Gastric lavage."

Si Yimian was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What kind of stomach cleansing?"

He Sichen's gaze darkened, like a blade pressed against her.

"Don't you know what you drank?"

"You dare to put something in your mouth without knowing its ingredients? Are you out of your mind?"

"If I didn't pursue you, would you really be with He Nanxian tonight...?"

Si Yimian suddenly thought that this man was really handsome when he was angry.

She was so beautiful that she wanted to annoy him again.

"Won't."

"Because the bottle I drank was fake."

He Sichen frowned and sharply turned the steering wheel, the tires rolled over the curb, and he came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

He turned off the engine and turned his head to look at her.

"What did you say?"

Si Yimian chuckled, her expression a mix of cuteness and mischief.

"I said that bottle was fake."

"There were no aphrodisiacs at all from beginning to end."

"I was lying to you."

She's used to being sophisticated and self-centered; she's not the kind of person who would gamble with her body in a relationship.

Only someone with their brains slammed in a door would do something like this, which would result in total financial ruin.

If He Sichen doesn't chase after her tonight, she'll at most have He Nanxian take her back to Guanlan Yipin.

She's not a gambler, she's the house.

From beginning to end, victory or defeat was in her hands.

He Sichen stared at her, then laughed in exasperation.

Fear, anger, and a sense of being tricked were all mixed together.

But somewhere deep inside him, he felt an absurd sense of relief.

Thankfully it was fake.

"You're trying to fool me with something like this?"

Si Yimian raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I'm not kidding you, you think you can catch up with them?"

He Sichen began to seriously consider what sins he had committed in his past life that led him to meet her in this one.

"Do you know what happened just now? I..."

He paused, then didn't continue.

Si Yimian reached out and touched the back of his hand that was gripping the steering wheel with her fingertips, prying his fingers one by one.

"Dr. He, you sped up to intercept me just to give me a stomach pump?"

He Sichen looked down at her messy fingers, his voice tense.

"Otherwise what?"

Si Yimian leaned closer, her nose almost touching his chin.

"It could be something else."

He Sichen turned his head away, and the last line of defense collapsed into ruins.

Si Yimian withdrew her fingers from the back of his hand and took out a small glass bottle from the side pocket of her skirt.

He Sichen's brow twitched: "There's more?"

"This is true."

Si Yimian unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and drank half of it.

Her lips were glistening with liquid, like ripe berries.

She raised her hand and brought the remaining half bottle to his lips.

"Here, take this half bottle."

"If you drink this, everything I say tonight will stand by me."

"Dr. He, do you dare to take the case?"