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

Si Yimian's anger, which she had been building up all night, exploded at this moment, and all her manners vanished.

She raised her hand, grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and pulled it up sharply.

The pain of his scalp being pulled tight made He Nanxian loosen his teeth.

In the brief moment he looked up, she bent her knee and nudged his lower abdomen.

He Nanxian winced in pain, and in that instant as he arched his back, she pushed him hard against his chest with both hands.

He staggered backward, his back hitting the wooden table with a resounding thud.

Si Yimian raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Snapped.

The palm grazed his nose, making a crisp, loud sound, showing no mercy.

He Nanxian's face was turned to the side by the blow, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, mixed with the newly sprouted stubble on his chin.

Si Yimian straightened up, supporting herself on the sofa armrest. Her neck was burning with pain. She raised her hand to wipe it, and her fingertips were stained with blood.

Looking down, I saw a deep red stain on my fingertip.

In an instant, the fire shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

She's always the one biting people; no one else gets to gnaw on her.

Do you really think she's a spineless coward who can be sucked up by anyone?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Just then, she touched something hard. Looking down, she saw a sandalwood carving, with sharp edges and corners, pressing heavily against her palm.

Without hesitation, she swung the weapon at his head.

As soon as He Nanxian propped himself up, he was struck on the forehead.

The dull thud was much heavier than a slap.

The sharp edge of the wooden carving struck above the brow bone, leaving a cut about an inch long. Blood trickled down the temple and into the sideburn.

He tilted his head to the side and then straightened it again, slumping into the sofa. His vision went black for a full three seconds.

His gaze shifted from unfocused to focused, finally settling on her face, on the still-bleeding teeth mark.

"Mianmian, you're really ruthless now."

"He Nanxian."

Si Yimian held the wooden carving, her chest heaving, her voice turning cold.

Do you even know what you look like right now?

He Nanxian raised his head from the sofa, his bangs were messy, and the finger mark on his left cheek was still turning red.

Si Yimian placed the wooden carving on the side table with a click.

"Like a stray dog ​​that can't get a bone."

"They bite anyone they see, they're a disgrace to the He family."

After saying that, Si Yimian turned and walked towards the door.

She knew He Sichen's patience; if he didn't open it soon, he might just take the door off the door.

He Nanxian grabbed her wrist, pulling her backward.

"Why are you running?"

Si Yimian turned her head away.

"Want to open the door?"

He Nanxian remained seated on the sofa, not standing up, and looked up at her.

"Okay."

"Let him in, the three of us can talk face to face."

He stared at the bleeding tooth mark on the side of her neck, his low voice carrying a layer of self-destructive madness.

"Let him see this bite mark on your neck, is it enough to make him kill me on the spot?"

"Do you think he'd mind if he misunderstood something we did?"

Si Yimian stared at him, her pupils contracting for a moment in the dim light, then she smiled.

"He Nanxian, have you lost your mind?"

She tried to shake her wrist off, but couldn't, so she simply let him hold it.

"What effect do you think it will have to provoke him with the bite you took?"

"If he saw it, he would at most think I'd been bitten by a dog."

"And you? Weren't you the first to know that I slept with him?"

"You've already watched the video, do you mind?"

"If you don't mind, do you think he'd care about having one more bite?"

He Nanxian's arm stiffened; he was speechless after being asked that question.

"That's different!"

"What's different?"

He Nanxian's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes red and moist, but the madness in his eyes dissipated.

He gritted his teeth and didn't let go; instead, his fingers gripping her wrist tightened even more.

He accepted his fate, but didn't want to give up.

"Mianmian, you're really ruthless."

Si Yimian seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow.

"You look like a child rolling around on the supermarket floor demanding a toy."

"It's ugly and noisy, and I feel wronged."

"Mianmian".

His voice was hoarse when he called her name.

"Can you... not be so lucid? Give me a glimmer of hope, even if it's just a lie."

Si Yimian answered without hesitation: "No."

He Nanxian's heart clenched violently.

He leaned forward, then stopped, as if unsure how close he should get to avoid being pushed away.

"Just this once, don't make such a big deal out of it."

"Don't treat me like this."

"I know I'm an idiot, I know I owe you."

"Give me a chance to make it up to you."

"It's fine if we don't get married, it's fine for three years, it's fine for five years, just let me stay by your side."

"Even if you just keep me as a backup option, please don't cancel the engagement."

Si Yimian looked down at him.

This once gentle and refined second young master of the He family is now like an oyster that has been hulled, with all the soft flesh exposed.

She suddenly remembered that in the original story, he was aloof and drove the original owner to the brink of despair.

The positions have now been switched.

"Mianmian..."

His voice lowered, as if the last breath was leaking from his throat.

"Give me one more time..."

"cannot."

Si Yimian refused quickly.

He Nanxian raised his head, his eyes glistening with a thin layer of tears, but they didn't fall.

"You won't even let me finish speaking?"

Si Yimian looked at him, her eyes clear and cold.

"The most dignified ending for us is to clear things up today and go our separate ways from now on."

"The engagement is dissolved. You are still the second young master of the He family, and I am still the second young lady of the Si family."

"We can at least nod to each other when we meet, so we won't be unable to sit at the same table for a meal."

After saying that, she twisted her wrist, which he was holding.

"Let go."

"Not loose."

Si Yimian withdrew her gaze and turned to face the entrance.

Whether you loosen your grip or not won't change anything.

"He Nanxian, chasing someone on your knees is the most useless tactic."

"Don't put on this sentimental act here in front of someone who doesn't want you at all."

He Nanxian finally loosened his grip on her wrist.

One strand at a time, slowly loosen them.

Si Yimian stood up straight and pulled her hand out of his palm.

He Nanxian's finger chased after it, but couldn't catch up. It stopped in mid-air and then slowly curled back up.

"You're so smart, you shouldn't be wasting your energy."

"You have your path, and I have mine. Forcing us together won't be good for anyone."

He Nanxian felt as if he had been hit on the back with a stick, and his shoulder line suddenly slumped down.

Si Yimian walked towards the entrance without looking back.

She opened the door.

He Sichen stood outside the door, one hand in his pocket, while two property management staff in dark blue overalls stood behind him, holding hydraulic shears and looking wary.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over her head and across the room.

Si Yimian spun on her toes and crashed directly into his arms.

She buried her face in his chest, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt, the fabric crumpling in her palm.

He Sichen's body stiffened for a moment.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, placed his palm on the back of her head, and pressed her into his arms.

He raised his other hand and gestured for the property management to stop.

His voice was steady, without any discernible emotion.

"It's alright now. Thank you for making this trip for nothing. Send the bill to my assistant."

The two property management staff exchanged a glance, their gaze lingering on Si Yimian's back for a second before quickly shifting away.

"Okay, Mr. He, we'll be going now."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, He Sichen lowered his head, his gaze falling on the side of her neck.

Blood seeped from the teeth marks, and the edges were purple.

"He bit him?"