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

The following week, Si Yimian's clinical assessment entered its final stage.

She went from being a little follower taking notes to becoming a skilled worker who could independently complete the entire process from sampling to archiving.

He Sichen remained the same as always, with a cold, businesslike expression.

He's a man of few words, but sharp-tongued, and ruthless when it comes to deducting points.

Keep a two-meter distance when you meet in the hallway, and stand diagonally opposite each other in the elevator.

But she discovered that he was giving her more and more special treatment.

Every day, an extra box of washed fruit and desserts would appear in her workstation drawer, and even the special meals were delivered in different varieties.

She was on the night shift, and he brought her a late-night snack on his way.

The food she casually mentioned wanting to eat appeared on her doorstep that very day, accompanied by a cold, impersonal note.

[Bought too much].

Tsurugi Shin gave him a perfect score in the final assessment of his clinical rotations.

The review meeting was finally scheduled again.

On the morning of the review meeting, Si Yimian had breakfast at He Sichen's house.

The housekeeper comes every morning to make breakfast, and then leaves without leaving a trace.

The amount of food in the refrigerator quietly increased from a single portion to a double portion.

He Sichen sat on one side of the island platform, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tablet propped on a stand as he read an academic newspaper.

Si Yimian walked to the opposite side of the island and sat down. She wanted something iced today.

She went around it, her claws reaching for the coffee pot.

Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed.

"Your period just ended, so drink less cold food."

He moved the coffee pot to the other side of the island counter, took a cup of warm soy milk from the insulated drawer, and placed it in front of her.

Si Yimian stared at the cup of soy milk, and paused for a moment.

How did you know I was done?

"It's about time."

He Sichen picked up his iced coffee and took a sip.

Si Yimian's hand, holding the soy milk, hung in mid-air.

No, brother, you even count this?

Are medical geniuses using their brains for this?

Why is she so accurate in keeping track of her cycles? Is she planning something big?

He Sichen's gaze swept across her face before he put down his tablet.

"Nervous at today's review meeting?"

Si Yimian put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

"A little bit."

"Do not be nervous."

He put down his coffee cup and tapped his index finger on the table.

"The logic behind the questions asked by the review panel is predictable."

"You've gone through the outlier checklist at least twenty times this week; you could draw a normal distribution curve with your eyes closed."

"They will find that you are better prepared than they are."

Si Yimian looked at him, resting her chin on her hand, and suddenly smiled.

"Dr. He, are you trying to prepare me mentally?"

He Sichen picked up his coffee cup again, his thin lips slightly parted.

"no."

"I'm telling you that the perfect score I gave you wasn't for nothing."

Looking at his indifferent face, Si Yimian suddenly felt a slight itch in her palms.

I want to tap it.

But I held back.

"Does Dr. Nahe think I'll pass?"

He Sichen: "It's up to you."

"What if you perform well?"

She rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.

Is there a reward?

He Sichen looked up, his gaze sweeping over the rim of the coffee cup.

"Passing is what you should be doing."

Si Yimian then asked, "What if I'm outstanding?"

"That means I taught well."

He leaned back in his chair, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I should receive the reward."

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

This person's logic is perfectly closed-loop and watertight; even the rewards are his.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward a little, resting her elbows on the island counter and her chin on the back of her clasped hands.

"Okay, I'll send you a big red envelope tonight."

"Anyway, I'm free today."

He Sichen looked up at her, his gaze sliding from her eyes to her lips, pausing for a moment.

She lowered her head to drink soy milk, her eyelashes drooping, her face showing an innocent and kind expression.

"Si Yimian, just eat your food, don't make lewd jokes at the dinner table."

"I didn't open it."

She looked completely innocent and put down her soy milk cup.

"I was talking about red envelopes, Dr. He, what are you thinking?"

He Sichen: "..."

He put the coffee cup on the table and got up to pour water.

Si Yimian stared at his tall, straight back and secretly smiled.

She's really not someone who can take a joke.

……

At 7:40, the two went out.

When the elevator doors opened, Si Yimian was looking down at her bag, searching for her lipstick.

"Mianmian".

She looked up and saw He Nanxian standing in the elevator.

He was wearing a navy blue suit, a tie with a subtle pattern, and understated platinum cufflinks.

When he saw her and He Sichen appear at the door together, his gaze lingered on her face for a moment before shifting to He Sichen.

"elder brother."

He Sichen nodded slightly and stepped into the elevator.

Si Yimian followed them in and stood between the two.

"Brother Nanxian, when did you move in?"

Si Yimian turned her head to look at him, her tone natural, as if she were exchanging pleasantries with a neighbor.

"last night."

He Nanxian raised his hand and pressed the button for B1, his finger pausing on the button for a moment.

"I was going to let you know after I finished packing, but it's too late so I didn't want to bother you."

"I came downstairs this morning and didn't expect to run into you so soon."

His gaze shifted from Si Yimian to He Sichen.

He Sichen didn't reply, but raised his hand to adjust his cufflinks.

Si Yimian smiled: "The one upstairs?"

"Yes, the view is good; you can see the river."

"It's closer to you, so if anything happens, you can just go downstairs."

He Nanxian added a sentence, speaking in a gentle tone.

Si Yimian nodded but didn't reply.

He Sichen stood on the left, his fingers in his trouser pockets, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The elevator plummeted downwards, the numbers jumping up and down, and none of the three spoke again.

Take the elevator to B1.

The door opened, and cool air from the underground parking garage rushed in.

He Nanxian's car was parked in his designated parking space near the elevator entrance; it was a dark blue Maybach.

He pressed the car key and turned to the side.

"Mianmian, are you going to Chenxi for the judging meeting today?"

"Um."

Si Yimian followed He Sichen to the left, while He Nanxian's car was parked on the right.

After walking a few steps, He Nanxian's voice came from behind.

"Mianmian".

She stopped and turned around.

He Nanxian stood next to his Maybach, the headlights flashed twice, and it was unlocked.

"Have a ride with me, it's on my way."

He spoke naturally, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

Before Si Yimian could speak, He Sichen took a small step forward.

It was a very slight movement, but the shoulder line shifted by an inch, just brushing against her arm.

"Chenxi and Tianshu don't go the same way."

He Sichen's voice was flat.

"She's with me."

He took half a step forward, his voice neither loud nor soft.

"Brother, you're following the road, I'm following the people."

"I'm willing to give you a ride even if it's not on my way."

He Nanxian looked down at her, his gaze fixed.

"Mianmian, didn't you used to often take a detour to see me?"

The air tightened subtly for a moment after those words were spoken.

Ahead, He Sichen had already walked to the car and placed one hand on the roof.

He didn't call her or urge her.

Just wait quietly.

I'm certain she'll eventually get on this car.

Si Yimian glanced at He Sichen over at the Bentley, then at He Nanxian standing in front of her.

She keenly sensed the electric current in the air and suddenly felt that the oxygen level in the parking lot was a bit low.