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

Si Yimian's spine tightened, and all her scattered consciousness instantly returned to its place.

She placed her palm against his chest, pushing him back about a fist's distance.

What do you mean by "someone has already discovered it"?

She tried to sit up by propping herself up on her arms, but he pushed her back down.

"Who? Your Aunt Zhou? Or your dad?"

Before she could finish speaking, He Sichen's hand covered her mouth completely.

His warm palm pressed against her lips, his fingertips wedged below her cheekbone, completely silencing her.

"Keep your voice down."

Si Yimian opened her mouth, but before she could utter a single word, it was too late.

He Sichen lowered his head and directly blocked her way, effectively silencing her.

He pressed his lips against hers, rubbed them together twice, and then pulled away.

"He Nanxian isn't stupid; he can fool you on the first day, but not on the fifteenth."

"From the day he moved into Guanlan No. 1, there's been a floor separating the upstairs and downstairs rooms. What do you think he's there for?"

Si Yimian pursed her lips.

indeed.

He Nanxian wasn't stupid; he just hadn't wanted to look in that direction before.

Starting with Guanlan No. 1, this window paper has already become transparent.

Thinking of this, she felt a chill run down the back of her neck.

"So you still dare to climb through the window tonight...?"

"Don't worry about it."

He looked down at her, the desire still lingering in his pupils.

"They can't make a fuss."

"It won't have any effect on you."

He Sichen's kiss pressed down again.

This time, the blockage was so tight that not even a whisper was allowed; the silencing procedure was enforced.

She grunted and pushed against his chest, but couldn't budge him after a couple of tries.

He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, lifted them up, and pressed them onto the pillow.

"One more time."

Si Yimian's eyes widened.

She's already been discovered, and he still wants to continue?

Did this man not have a sense of shame installed when he was born?

Before she could even gather her thoughts, she had already been flipped over.

"Let's talk about tomorrow tomorrow."

Si Yimian bit the corner of her pillow, and suddenly a question came to mind.

"etc."

"No, we won't wait."

"Just one question..."

"You have used up your question quota for today."

Si Yimian: "..."

What kind of ridiculous limit is this? How come she didn't know there was such a rule?

"Now, your brain only needs to focus on one thing."

He mumbled a reply, his lips sliding from his earlobe to the back of his neck, down his spine.

"What is it?"

"breathe."

She buried her face in the pillow and muttered a curse: "A beast in human clothing."

The last syllable was half swallowed by the pillow, and the remaining half took a detour, turning into an interjection that she herself didn't want to acknowledge.

dog man.

He's very good at looking out for his own interests!

The rain outside the window had stopped at some point.

The commotion inside the house suddenly increased again.

……

The sunlight outside the window began to turn white.

The air after the rain seeped in through the window cracks, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a beam of light pierced through the gap, shining directly on her eyelids.

She frowned and turned over.

He reached out and touched the side.

empty.

The sheets are cold; the person has been gone for a long time.

She buried her face in the pillow and muttered a curse.

"You dog of a man."

They promised not to run away secretly, but they still did.

She lingered in bed for a while before slowly getting up.

While washing up, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure the neckline covered everything before changing my clothes and going downstairs.

In the restaurant, the old man sat in the main seat reading a newspaper, while Zhou Wanqing was serving him porridge.

The seats for He Nanxian and He Jian'an are empty.

The tableware was untouched, and the chairs were neatly arranged against the edge of the table.

Zhou Wanqing looked up, saw her, and smiled.

"Mianmian's awake? Sit down quickly, the porridge is still warm."

Si Yimian sat down and took the bowl of porridge handed to her by the maid.

"Where's Nanxian? Still not up?"

Zhou Wanqing placed the peeled egg on Si Yimian's plate.

"Nanxian left early this morning, saying there was something going on at the company."

"He left home around 6 a.m., and we didn't even get a chance to talk to him."

Si Yimian paused as she scooped the porridge.

gone?

Does he know anything about what happened last night?

She remained expressionless and lowered her head to drink a sip of porridge.

The porridge was cooked until thick and the rice grains were fluffy, which was the texture she liked.

The old man peeked out from behind the newspaper and glanced at her.

"Mianmian doesn't look well. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Si Yimian put down her spoon and smiled sweetly.

"I'm not used to sleeping in a new bed, and I didn't fall asleep until midnight."

Your grandson is up until the wee hours of the morning, there's no way she could get a good night's sleep.

The old man nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Zhou Wanqing chimed in, "It's normal for young people to be picky about their beds. They'll get used to it next time they stay a few more days."

He Sichen came downstairs just as breakfast was about to end.

He changed into a dark gray shirt, and thin-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, making him look clean and refreshed.

Zhou Wanqing looked up at him: "Si Chen, breakfast is ready."

"I'm not eating, I have work to do."

Zhou Wanqing frowned slightly.

"What's the rush? You didn't even eat breakfast?"

"The board of directors added an agenda item at the last minute."

Zhou Wanqing's chopsticks hovered in mid-air, her smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

Having grown accustomed to He Sichen's unyielding attitude, I was too lazy to say anything more.

He Sichen walked to the entrance to change his shoes, then suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, and his voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Ms. Si, Yu'an has a routine meeting today. Please arrive before nine o'clock."

Si Yimian was biting into half a custard bun when she heard this and paused for a moment.

She looked down at her watch.

8:20.

It takes at least forty minutes to get from here to Yu'an, even without traffic.

"Huh? Oh! Right away!"

He Huaipu put down the newspaper and frowned.

"Why are you rushing me so early in the morning? You can't even let me finish my meal."

He Sichen didn't reply, but pushed the door open and left.

She stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, picked up the bowl of porridge and gulped down two mouthfuls. When she put the bowl down, there was still a grain of rice on the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Wanqing handed her a tissue: "Mianmian, eat slowly, don't choke."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhou!"

She took the tissue, wiped her mouth haphazardly, grabbed her coat from the back of the chair, and jogged after him.

He Sichen was already standing by the car; the door was open and the engine was running.

He frowned when he saw her running towards him.

"Why are you running?"

"Didn't you say you'd arrive before nine o'clock?"

She gasped for breath, opened the car door, and climbed inside.

He Sichen didn't reply. He closed the car door, walked around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat.

The car drove out of the old house's iron gate and turned onto the main road.

Si Yimian nestled in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and turned her head to look at him.

Why didn't you wake me up when you left this morning?

"It called."

"I didn't hear you."

"Yeah, sleeping like a log."

"..."

She took a deep breath, feeling that she would be driven crazy by him one day.

"Couldn't you have barked a couple more times?"

"I called you, but you didn't wake up."

"Couldn't you push me?"

"I pushed you, and you turned over and went back to sleep."

"..."

Fine.

She was indeed sleeping very soundly.

I was so tired last night.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt her lower back start to ache again.

As the car drove onto the main road, sunlight streamed in through the windshield, warming the entire cabin.

Si Yimian turned her head to look at the shadows of the trees passing by outside the window, and suddenly remembered something.

Last night, taking advantage of his easygoing nature, she snatched two bounced checks in one go.

The worst thing is that a man might agree to anything at that crucial moment.

"Dr. He, what you promised me last night..."

She paused, then chose a less awkward way to phrase it.

"Was it a momentary impulse, or were you serious?"