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

Si Ningyou choked so much that she couldn't breathe properly.

The point isn't whether she pushed or not, but that she actually got counter-killed in this round.

Si Yimian turned to Si Congshan, her voice clear and crisp.

"Dad, this time I have evidence to prove my innocence."

"Can you also give me an explanation for what happened when my sister pushed me?"

Si Congshan's face was grim.

The reasoning is entirely on Si Yimian's side; he understands it all.

But he could force Ning You to apologize in public...

"We're all family, why..."

"Yes, we are family."

Si Yimian immediately responded, her eyes full of sincerity.

"In a family, someone always has to take a step back first; harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things."

"So this time, sister, just take a step back and apologize to me."

"I'm easy to please."

Si Ningyou's face turned pale and then flushed.

Si Congshan also fell silent.

Ruan Qiutang advised in a low voice, "Congshan, Mianmian is in the right. Ningyou, apologize."

She was more soft-hearted than her husband and felt guilty more easily.

That hug just now melted her heart.

Si Congshan did not respond.

For the first time, I feel that the saying "both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh" is a false proposition.

But with tonight's events out in the open, if he doesn't express his opinion, he'll never be able to shake off the accusation of favoritism.

He looked at Si Ningyou with a complicated expression.

"Ning You".

Si Congshan finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"You were in the wrong this time; you shouldn't have spoken without understanding the situation."

"Apologize to Mianmian."

Si Ningyou bit her lip, knowing she couldn't escape it any longer.

She suffered this injustice in silence, a loss that made her feel like her heart was about to bleed.

The tactics that had worked for them for eight years have now backfired on them.

It was frustrating, but I had no choice but to act.

She took a deep breath, looked at Si Yimian, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Mianmian, I'm sorry."

She forced herself to soften her voice.

"Your sister misunderstood you. Your sister apologizes."

"But I really didn't mean to push you."

"It was too chaotic at the time, it was probably an accidental touch..."

Si Yimian peeked out from beside Ruan Qiutang.

"Don't cry, sister."

She slowly stood up and walked to the bedside.

He leaned close to Si Ningyou's ear and whispered something in a volume only the two of them could hear.

"You'll regret this later."

"I'm here to take care of the green tea bitches. I'll handle things, you can worry about it."

Si Ningyou froze, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back.

She looked up abruptly and met Si Yimian's clear and innocent eyes.

Is this Si Yimian?

That gloomy, dull, and submissive person?

Si Yimian took half a step back, raised her voice, and spoke in that soft, sweet tone again.

"I received the apology, but actually my sister didn't push me."

One sentence made everyone's hearts jump again, just as they had just settled down.

"It was so chaotic at the time that I lost my balance and fell on the shards."

This turn of events came unexpectedly.

"Are you kidding me?"

Si Ningyou lay stunned on the hospital bed, her mind completely blank.

She just apologized, and this bitch exposed herself?

What kind of new honey trap is this?

Si Yimian looked at Si Ningyou, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

"I'm just doing to you what my sister did to me."

"But today, the roles are reversed."

Ruan Qiutang hesitated, then said, "Mianmian, that's a bit much..."

Si Yimian turned around and glanced at her parents.

"Over the years, you have always condemned me based on a single sentence."

"Every time I'm asked to back down, every single time I'm asked to give in."

Si Yimian walked over and hugged Ruan Qiutang's arm.

"Dad, Mom, I don't ask you to favor me."

"I just hope that next time something happens, you can be a little slower in taking sides?"

"I'm not good with words, but I will tell the truth."

After speaking, Si Yimian turned to look at He Nanxian.

"Brother Nanxian too."

"Before you try to protect someone next time, could you please check the security footage first?"

"Or at least, give me a chance to speak?"

"People who are wronged will remember it for a long time. Every time they are not trusted, it leaves a wound in their hearts."

"It can't be sewn up."

With a few light words, Si Yimian cut open the festering sore that had been unspoken for years.

He Nanxian's throat tightened; for the first time, Si Yimian had forced him to the point of being speechless.

"Mianmian, it's not that I don't trust you, I just..."

Si Yimian smiled, but the smile was faint.

"I'm just used to trusting my older sister first, I understand."

Ruan Qiutang's heart clenched, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

Her dead conscience suddenly began to attack her.

"Mianmian..."

Her voice choked.

"Mom will listen to you more from now on."

Si Congshan closed his eyes, his heart clenching.

He's definitely used to having an easy life.

From the day this daughter was found, she was like a ghost.

They were used to her silence and concessions.

Whenever the two sisters argued, as long as Si Ningyou cried, he would make Si Yimian apologize.

It's like a convenient and quick remedy.

But today, this supposedly good remedy has become bitter in his own mouth.

Finally, Si Congshan let out a heavy sigh.

"From now on, in family matters, whoever makes the decision must provide evidence."

"No one is allowed to make accusations without evidence."

He looked at Si Ningyou with a complicated expression.

"Ning You, you're the older sister, you should act like one."

"That's it for tonight. No more suspicion and resentment."

This can be considered a belated justice for Si Yimian, and also serves as a warning to Si Ningyou.

Si Ningyou frowned deeply, as if she had swallowed a fly.

Should we make her provide evidence?

Over the years, when has she ever not been able to just open her mouth and say something?

There's always evidence; does she still deserve the title of tea master?

Call a lawyer!

Wait a minute, this good-for-nothing used to only cry, but today he actually countered with a combo?

With such a smooth playing style, did you take a crash course with some famous coach?

I need to write this down and study it frame by frame later.

For now, all we can do is take the steps back.

She suppressed her frustration and gave an apologetic smile.

"Dad is right, I was being too paranoid today."

To retreat in order to advance, to feign weakness to gain sympathy.

It's the same old trick, but there are always people who fall for it.

"I shouldn't be so sensitive, suspecting Mianmian just because of a glass of juice."

"I had a severe allergic reaction at the time, and I really thought I was going to die."

"People's minds are muddled at that moment..."

"Alright."

He Sichen, who had been sitting quietly watching the battle, finally spoke up and interrupted Si Ningyou.

The room fell silent.

Everyone looked at him at the same time.

He Sichen was getting a little tired of listening to it.

He stood up and brought the hammer down on this farce.

"Now that the matter has been clarified, everyone can disperse."

His gaze swept over Si Ningyou, his tone indifferent.

"The allergy symptoms have subsided; stay for observation overnight."

"You can take turns caring for the patient, but don't all crowd here, it will affect ventilation."

Si Ningyou's performance was abruptly cut off, and the latter part of her attempt to show weakness was choked in her throat.

Si Congshan rubbed his temples and looked at Si Yimian's legs, which were still covered by a hospital gown.

"Mianmian is injured on her leg. It's raining heavily outside, so we'll keep her in the hospital for observation tonight to avoid any further trouble."

He turned to He Sichen, his tone returning to some of the politeness.

"Si Chen, could you please arrange a hospital room for me?"

He Sichen nodded without saying anything more.

Ruan Qiutang nudged He Nanxian.

"Nanxian, take Mianmian there."

He Nanxian nodded and walked towards Si Yimian.

"Let's go."

……

The three walked side by side down the corridor.

Si Yimian walked in the middle, with her marriage partner on her left and her future lover on her right.

Three people, three different thoughts.

Si Yimian walked slowly, her leg injury causing her to limp slightly.

The wide trouser legs bunched up at the ankles, and suddenly my foot slipped, and my knee buckled.

She let out a soft cry and reacted quickly, bracing herself against the wall.

Both men turned around at the same time.

He Sichen's hand was already outstretched when he saw He Nanxian's hand reaching out as well.

He subtly curled his fingertips inward, as if to pull them back.

Avoiding suspicion is his instinct.

But just as his fingers were about to bend, his palm suddenly felt warm.

A soft little hand slipped in without hesitation, its slender fingers gripping his palm.

"Dr. He, I'm in trouble."

"Can you help me walk?"