The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing sound of wind breaking through the air exploded.

Jiang Yanci's jaw tightened, and he grabbed Jiang Zhuo's collar, slamming him hard against the door, making the door vibrate loudly.

At the same time, he produced his marriage certificate.

"Jiang Zhuo, take a good look, Yangyang is my wife."

"Don't let me hear you spout that nonsense again."

Jiang Zhuo was pinned against the door, the back of her head throbbing. Her amber eyes reflected the bright red marriage certificate as she clenched her teeth.

After a long pause, he let out a cold laugh.

"Brother, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Yangyang will despise you, her rapist, once she sobers up?"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yanci's expression changed.

His knee suddenly shot upwards, aiming straight for Jiang Zhuo's abdomen.

Jiang Zhuo grunted, bent over, and kicked Jiang Yanci in the back of the knee.

The two collided, like gunpowder that had been accumulating for too long finally being ignited.

The kitchen echoed with the clatter of dishes colliding. Jiang Zhuo's punches were delivered with reckless ferocity, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was heavy.

Jiang Yanci dodged a punch by tilting his head, then took the opportunity to push Ruan Yang out of the kitchen with his hand on her shoulder, and locked the door behind him.

The glass door clicked shut, shutting out Ruan Yang's anxious voice.

Only the two brothers remained in the kitchen.

Jiang Zhuo grazed Jiang Yanci's cheekbone with his fist, leaving a reddish mark.

Jiang Yanci's eyes suddenly turned cold. He grabbed Jiang Zhuo by the back of the neck and shoved him against the wall.

"Jiang Zhuo, you were the one who broke up with me in the first place."

"You're the one who posts about kissing other girls on social media, what are you making a fuss about now?"

Jiang Zhuo's head slammed against the tile with a dull thud, and he hissed, "That was just a camera trick!"

His eyes were burning red. "I used it to make her angry. You're shameless for stealing your brother's girlfriend!"

"I gave you a chance," Jiang Yanci interrupted.

He glanced at his younger brother, "If you had gone back to China and gone ahead with your wedding with Yangyang, I would have blessed you. But you chose to stay with Qiao Lingling."

"I regret it, is that not allowed?!" Jiang Zhuo roared.

Jiang Zhuo's life was extremely smooth.

He was used to being loved, so he didn't think Ruan Yang's affection was anything special.

Closeness breeds contempt.

When everyone said they were a perfect match, he began to rebel.

The same thing happened during the New Year's Eve celebration in Macau. Everyone urged him to kiss Ruan Yang, but he refused.

But now he regrets it.

She regretted leaving Ruan Yang alone at the wedding in her previous life.

She regretted giving Jiang Yanci the opportunity to hypnotize her after her rebirth.

Jiang Zhuo suddenly broke free and swung his fist out again.

Jiang Yanci raised his hand and caught his fist, his fingers tightening around it.

The two remained frozen in place, like two wrestling beasts, neither willing to give in.

On the kitchen counter, a white porcelain kettle was knocked over and shattered into pieces with a "crack," shards of porcelain flying everywhere and water spilling all over the floor.

The loud noise startled the people in the restaurant.

Yao Jinzhi was at a loss for how to answer Cui Heng when she heard the noise and immediately got up. She went to the kitchen door and saw Ruan Yang locked outside. She was so anxious that she kept banging on the glass door.

Her heart sank, and she immediately ordered the servant, "Open the door!"

The door was forced open by the combined efforts of the people.

The two doors were wide open, and the water stains and broken porcelain on the floor reflected the overhead light, creating a scene of utter chaos.

"Stop!" Yao Jinzhi's temples throbbed with anger.

Neither of them would back down, and the servants dared not step forward to break them up.

Cui Heng stepped forward. "Loosen your grip first."

When Jiang Zhuo was pulled away, he staggered two steps, leaning against the refrigerator door and panting heavily. His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin, making him look extremely disheveled.

Jiang Yanci released his grip.

A thin, long cut was oozing blood; it was from the broken porcelain earlier.

He didn't wipe it; he just let his hand hang down.

Ruan Yang noticed and quickly walked over: "You're bleeding!"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Jiang Yanci reassured her.

Ruan Yang's eyes reddened. "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhuo watched this scene with eyes wide with rage.

Jiang Yanci only suffered a small cut, but he himself was punched several times in the stomach, and the pain was so intense that his ribs felt like they were about to break.

He suddenly remembered that when he pretended to be in a car accident and tricked Ruan Yang into believing he was injured, she cried as if she was about to run out of tears.

At that time, he was curious about where Ruan Yang got so many tears, which almost drowned him.

But now, her tears can still drown a person, but they are no longer shed for him.

The dull pain in his body converged in his chest, and Jiang Zhuo's throat trembled.

"...Ruan Yang, it hurts."

Ruan Yang did not turn around.

She carefully held Jiang Yanci's hand and rinsed it under running water.

Jiang Zhuo's nose suddenly stung with tears.

He walked forward, his body aching, and placed the pink notebook in front of Ruan Yang.

"Yangyang, this is your old notebook. Open it and take a look—Jiang Yanci lied to you; the person you've always loved is me!"

Ruan Yang's gaze fell on the pink leather notebook, and her expression shifted slightly.

It contains many years of her memories.

He wrote down his feelings for Jiang Zhuo, one stroke at a time.

She also wiped away her tears and wrote down her grievances and worries.

Six months ago, after New Year's Eve, she decided to stop writing, and the notebook was shelved.

In just six months, seeing it again felt somewhat unfamiliar, just like her feelings for Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo stared intently at her, trying to catch every flicker in her eyes, thinking she had remembered.

Available in the next second.

Ruan Yang picked up the notebook and threw it into the trash can.

Jiang Zhuo's breathing stopped abruptly.

He almost instinctively lunged forward, pulling the notebook out of the trash can full of broken porcelain, not caring that his fingers were cut and bleeding.

Ruan Yang did not step forward.

Jiang Zhuo's face turned deathly pale, and the pain spread to every part of his body.

No, it shouldn't be like this...

At this moment, he finally understood that the reason why Ruan Yang used to control him, make him report to her, and childishly make a brooch for him was because she cared about him and loved him.

In his second life, he lost the person who loved him most.

Tears rolled down her bloodshot eyes.

Jiang Zhuo said in a hoarse voice, "Yangyang, this is also the first time I've liked someone, I don't know what to do... Please give me another chance, okay?"

Ruan Yang shook his head.

She remembered a sentence.

"Giving someone a second chance is like giving them a third bullet, to make up for the fact that their first shot didn't kill you."

She had fired countless bullets at Jiang Zhuo.

She regretted it.

The notebook slipped from Jiang Zhuo's hands, and a yellowed slip of paper fell out from between the pages.

Ruan Yang bent down and picked it up.

It was that note Jiang Zhuo wrote to encourage her, saying "You are very good."

The characters above are written with bold strokes and powerful strokes, penetrating the paper.

It's his handwriting.

Ruan Yang said solemnly, "Jiang Zhuo, I remember now, I did indeed like you."

Jiang Zhuo's face lit up with joy.

Those amber eyes looked at Jiang Yanci with a defiant gaze, but the other party showed no sign of panic.

Jiang Zhuo vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

And then Ruan Yang's gentle voice rang out again:

"But I regret it."

"Seven years ago, when my biological parents abandoned me and immigrated abroad with my sister, you wrote this note to comfort me and say that I was fine. That was the first time someone saw my grievances and helplessness, so I mistook being touched for liking you."

Jiang Zhuo froze on the spot, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "I didn't write this."

Ruan Yang was taken aback. "...Who is that?"