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

He Nanxian stared at him, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"What did you say?"

"I said, put it down."

He Sichen pushed the tablet back and tapped it lightly on the table with his fingertip.

"You've already recorded it, haven't you? If you don't release it, how can you justify going through all that trouble to secretly film this video?"

He Nanxian took a deep breath, the fire in his chest making his throat tight.

It's like punching a piece of cotton; the cotton is fine, but he sprains his wrist.

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He Sichen raised his eyes, his gaze straight and unsharp, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

He Nanxian's clenched knuckles turned even whiter.

He took the tablet back and placed it face down on the table.

"He Sichen, do you know what this means?"

"It means you have an extra card in your hand."

He Sichen took off his glasses, placed them on the table, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But you haven't figured out how to fight."

He Nanxian snorted coldly: "You're so calm, it's not like someone with a guilty conscience."

He Sichen looked up at him: "What I took from you was what you didn't want."

He Nanxian's temple twitched.

"She's my arranged marriage partner!"

Each word looked as if it had been ground out from between teeth.

"Not legally."

He Sichen leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed.

"Soon, even the title of 'marriage partner' will be gone."

He Nanxian suddenly stood up, and his chair slid backward.

"This was decided by the two old men."

"Then go talk to Grandpa."

He Sichen answered very quickly, without any change in tone.

"It's no use banging on the table at me; I'm not the kind of person who sets rules."

He Nanxian was so choked that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He stared at his indifferent expression, his teeth clenching until they ached.

"Don't try to intimidate me with your grandfather!"

He Sichen stared at him, his gaze indifferent.

"Don't forget, you were the one who pushed her in front of me, begging me to take care of her."

"I reminded you back then that what you trust might not be a good thing."

"You don't take it seriously."

He Nanxian wanted to refute, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat.

Because what He Sichen said was true.

That day in Chenxi's corridor, it was he who took the initiative to ask his older brother to help take care of Si Yimian.

He felt that Si Yimian was safer interning at Yu'an with He Sichen watching over her.

He personally delivered the person to He Sichen's nose and thought it was a brilliant move.

Meanwhile, Si Yimian was glued to her phone, her ears practically burying themselves inside it.

Here it comes, the iconic scene of the century.

She dared not utter a sound, even her breathing was held in her throat, for fear of missing a single word.

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"I didn't ask you to take care of her and put her in bed!"

He Nanxian finally couldn't hold back any longer and forced the words out of his throat.

He Sichen loosened his crossed fingers, placed them on the armrest, and sat up straighter.

"Then where do you expect me to take care of things?"

He Nanxian was stunned by these words.

"I delivered it to your door, but you thought it was too hot to handle, so you pushed it towards me."

"Now that it's cold, you want to take it back."

He Sichen's tone was completely flat.

"He Nanxian, are you reluctant to part with her, or are you reluctant to lose?"

"What were your initial plans that you need me to review for you?"

He Sichen picked up his teacup and took another sip. The sound of the rim of the cup hitting the table was not loud, but it was like a tuning hammer.

"Back then, you told the old man that you wanted to change the engagement to Si Ningyou, but you didn't dare to ask him yourself and wanted me to do it."

"Push her to me and ask me to take care of her, so she'll give up."

"It would be perfectly logical for you to pursue Si Ningyou; it would be the best of both worlds."

He paused.

"Now that Si Ningyou's gambling table has been overturned, you look back and realize that this old lottery ticket might still be worth some money, so you rush to scratch it."

"So she came to me and said that she was your marriage partner."

He paused, then scoffed.

"Did Si Ningyou know that her feelings changed so quickly?"

"He was holding up a sign to snatch the bracelet for Si Ningyou a while ago, but today he's determined to marry no one but Mianmian."

"Your view on relationships is like a shopping cart, adding this and deleting that."

He Nanxian's face turned pale and then red from the sting of those words.

He did indeed have that plan.

The reason I pushed Si Yimian to He Sichen was to use my older brother to get out of this predicament.

Having her elder brother take care of Si Yimian would both appease the Si family and give her space to deal with Si Ningyou's affairs.

But he didn't expect He Sichen to actually take over, and he certainly didn't expect that he would regret it.

"I regret it."

His voice lowered, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

Is regretting it useful?

He Sichen answered very quickly.

"You said she was your arranged marriage partner."

"Have you ever fulfilled your obligations as the person you're marrying into?"

He Nanxian felt as if someone was choking him, and his face darkened inch by inch.

He Sichen ignored him and continued outputting his message.

"When you considered her as an option, you didn't ask her if she was willing."

"You wanted it, but you didn't even ask her if she was willing."

"From beginning to end, you only asked yourself what you wanted."

"You suddenly became interested in her because she suddenly stopped revolving around you."

"You can't handle this gap, so you start to get nervous, start to care, and start to feel like you can't live without her."

He Sichen's tone was flat, as if he were conducting a case analysis.

"That's called loss aversion, not liking."

He Nanxian stood still, his fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"What gives you the right to define my feelings?"

His face turned red to the roots of his neck.

"My feelings for Si Ningyou have never changed. I feel guilty, not in love!"

"I owe her something because she saved me back then..."

"So you don't owe me anything now?" He Sichen interrupted him.

He Nanxian's expression changed drastically.

He Sichen finished speaking for him, his tone still calm.

"You can never repay Si Ningyou's kidney in this lifetime."

"So you have to ask Si Ningyou's kidneys if you like her."

"It's really unlucky that Si Yimian is your marriage partner."

"She owes nothing, yet you've dragged her into paying off debts."

He Nanxian's lips moved as if all support had been taken away.

He Sichen's words came crashing down on him, each one hitting him where he felt most guilty.

It's like being stripped naked and standing in the wind.

He Nanxian closed his eyes and tried to suppress his emotions.

He was taught from a young age not to lose his composure, and Zhou Wanqing taught him for twenty-five years how to maintain his dignity in front of others.

But now, dignity is like a paper wall; you can poke a hole in it.

"I won't release the video, nor will I show it to my grandfather."

"But the condition is that you break up with her completely and give her back to me."

He Sichen interrupted her.

She is not an object.

"It's not a resource you can just give away or fight over."

He Nanxian frowned slightly.

"And what about you? What do you take her for?"

He Sichen looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"To be your sister-in-law."

"It's too early now, but you can preview the material first."