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

He Sichen was applying gauze to her, his movements of tearing off tape never stopping.

"No need to ask."

"Your relationship ended before he bit you."

He pressed the four corners of the gauze flat.

Si Yimian paused, then pressed on, "What if there really is something wrong?"

He lowered his eyes and cut a piece of medical tape.

"If you really have feelings for him, you'll make sure his head explodes tonight."

"What if..."

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then posed the question more precisely.

"If he really did something, would you mind?"

He looked up, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

My concern only applies to your choice.

"If you are doing this voluntarily, I respect your choice, but I will mind."

"If you were forced into it, I wouldn't mind."

"Si Yimian, you remember this: being violated is not a stain, it's a wound."

"The stain always lies on the perpetrator, not the victim."

"If that day ever comes, it will be those who violated you who will go to hell."

"You are the one who was offended, and you don't need to bear the moral pressure for someone else's transgression."

"You don't need to explain to anyone, including me."

He Sichen tightened the cap on the iodine bottle and put it back in the first-aid kit.

"If someone feels you've been cheated because of this, it means that person's cognitive system itself is flawed, and it has nothing to do with you."

"You only need to make one thing clear: every choice you make is a decision you made when you were sober, not to please anyone or to get revenge on anyone."

After hearing this, Si Yimian suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

"Your face makes you look so inviting for a kiss when you say things like that."

"The cut on your face hasn't been treated yet."

Si Yimian took the medicine box from his hand and patted the sofa cushion.

"Your face is the primary source of productivity."

"Come here, I'll help you."

He Sichen remained seated.

"It's a minor injury, no need."

"Your face is disfigured, yet you're still being stubborn."

"If you don't come over here, I'll sit on your lap and wipe you."

He Sichen looked up at her, and in the end moved closer to her.

She knelt up from the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions, and reached out to press him against the back of the sofa.

Then I rummaged through the first-aid kit and took out the iodine and cotton swabs again.

Si Yimian picked up a cotton swab and brought it close to the bruise on his cheekbone.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Then I'll focus on the important points."

"..."

She used too much force, pricking the broken skin with the cotton swab.

He Sichen frowned slightly but remained silent.

"Dr. He, you're frowning."

You've misjudged.

"Oh, then I'll probe a little deeper to verify."

She pressed down hard on purpose.

"hiss--"

He Sichen subconsciously leaned back slightly.

"Don't move."

Si Yimian pinched his chin with two fingers and turned his face to the left.

"It's good that you know it hurts."

Although she said that, she lightened the pressure on her hands.

Staring at the small crack at the corner of his mouth, she suddenly leaned closer and gently blew on the wound.

The airflow brushed against his face, warm and lingering.

He Sichen's breathing paused for a moment, and his Adam's apple slowly dropped.

"Just apply the medicine, don't blow on it."

"It won't hurt if you blow on it."

"But it will itch."

"Where does it itch?"

He grabbed her wrist, removed the cotton swab, and lowered his voice.

"you guess."

Si Yimian looked up and met his dark eyes, and suddenly understood.

"Dr. He, you have such poor self-control."

She lightly slapped the band-aid onto his cheekbone, as lightly as if she were sticking a stamp on it.

After treating the wound, she put the first-aid kit away, clapped her hands, and stood up.

Si Yimian took a half step back and examined her work. The band-aid was crookedly pasted on, like a patch that had been forcibly put on.

"Yes, it doesn't affect the viewing experience."

She nodded, her tone serious.

"It's still beautiful."

He Sichen looked down at her without replying.

The edge of the band-aid was slightly curled up, so he raised his hand and pressed it down to flatten the curled-up corner.

"Alright."

"Go wash up, go to sleep, and stay here tonight."

……

When He Sichen came out of the bathroom, she was already fast asleep.

With her face half-buried in the pillow, she changed her position from lying flat to lying on her side, and the blanket was kicked up to her waist.

He stood by the bed and watched her for a while, then bent down and tucked her exposed ankles back under the covers.

He walked barefoot into the living room, didn't turn on the lights, fumbled for his phone in the dark, and dialed a number.

It rang twice before the other end answered.

"Mr. He, are you still not resting at this hour?"

Song Yilang's voice was very clear, indicating that he was also working overtime.

"What is Si Ningyou's current situation?"

Song Yilang paused for a moment, seemingly retrieving some information.

"President He, all her accounts are frozen, and the Si family has cut off her supplies."

"As per your arrangement, Chenxi's severance pay will only be the legal minimum, and her current savings will not last more than three months."

"We've spoken to the three headhunters she contacted before, and none of them are willing to offer her an interview."

"She sent out seven resumes last week, and they all disappeared without a trace."

"After her supplementary credit card was suspended, she is currently relying on a platinum card, with a balance of about 37,000 yuan."

He Sichen didn't respond, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"She now rents a small apartment in the East Third Ring Road area for 8,000 yuan a month and makes a living by selling her jewelry."

"With the cash she currently has, she won't last until next month."

He Sichen walked to the French windows, opened the glass door, and stood on the balcony.

As night deepened, the city lights dwindled considerably.

A breeze seeped in through the cracks in the building, carrying a slight chill.

He leaned against the railing, gazing at the scattered lights of the buildings across the street.

"The progress is too slow."

There was a moment of silence on Song Yilang's end.

"Mr. He, her quality of life has now dropped to..."

"not enough."

He Sichen interrupted him.

Song Yilang paused for a moment.

"What does Mr. He mean?"

"Add fuel to the fire."

His voice was steady, revealing no emotion.

"Have the landlord raise her rent, and talk to the bank's risk control department about temporarily freezing that platinum card due to abnormal transactions."

"Stop her from borrowing money; don't let her have any resources to manage."

"Smash all her hopes—work, home, social circle—leave her nothing."

"It made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and with every step she took back, the ground beneath her feet was collapsing."

"He Nanxian was injured tonight and is in a low mood, so he wants to talk to someone."

"Leave this message to her unintentionally through her social circle."

"Don't let her feel like she's being pushed around; make her feel like she's choosing her own path, that she's the player in the game."

Song Yilang took a deep breath on the other end of the line.

"What if she doesn't go?"

He Sichen said decisively, "She will go."

"A person at their wit's end will pounce on even the smallest straw."

"Not to mention He Nanxian's golden straw."

"People only realize what cards they still have left to play when they hit rock bottom."

"He Nanxian's lingering feelings for her, coupled with his guilt, are enough to make her jump out of the window whenever she sees it."

The sound of keyboard typing came from Song Yilang's end.

"Mr. He, is there anything we need to do simultaneously with Second Young Master He?"

He Sichen turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"unnecessary."

He looked away, his voice fading in the night breeze.

"As long as Si Ningyou can be pushed in front of him, Si Ningyou will complete the rest of the actions."

"Things need to progress within a week."

Song Yilang did not ask any further questions.

"I understand, Mr. He."

"I will arrange it as soon as possible."

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.