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"Go ahead and arrest me if you want!" That voice belonged to Wen Jia.

"Don't call her 'sister'!" This voice came from Lu Chenyan.

The two spoke almost in unison.

The noise was so loud, filled with anger, that it made the glucose IV drip bottle shake back and forth.

Wen Zhao was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The only sounds were the beeping of various instruments. When Wen Zhao looked up, he saw Lu Chenyan propping himself up and staring at him menacingly, as if he wanted to devour him.

Wen Jia also glared angrily, but her eyes were glistening with tears.

Wen Zhao was the first to find it unbearable.

"Please, big brother, what should I call her if I don't call her 'sister'? 'Wen Jia'? She'll beat me to death."

"You're never allowed to call her 'sister', even if I beat you to death."

Lu Chenyan turned his head and glared angrily.

I used too much force on my hand, and the venous blood started flowing backward.

"Brother" and "sister" are just terms he uses when flirting with Wen Jia. They're not something any random, unknown blond guy can call out to.

Wen Jia rolled her eyes. "Childish."

Wen Zhao was on the verge of tears. "Big brother, she really is my sister. We're born to the same parents. What are you thinking!"

The kind where they were born to the same parents?

What does that mean?

Lu Chenyan's mind isn't working very well right now; he's like a complete idiot.

"We're siblings from the same parents, you understand? From birth, I've called her 'sister,' and she's called me 'brother,' you understand?"

Wen Zhao was afraid that if she explained any slower, Lu Sansui would kill her.

He woke up feeling unwell in the middle of the night yesterday and saw that Wen Jia had somehow gotten into bed number 36.

He was wondering where Lu Chenyan had gone when he felt a chill creeping up on him from beside the bed. Turning his head, he saw Lu Chenyan's eyes, like those of an owl, dark and bright, staring intently at him from under the bed.

He was so scared he almost wet himself.

If it happened again today, he was afraid Lu Chenyan would smother him to death in bed with the blanket in the middle of the night.

This game is too dangerous.

He'd better not get involved.

Wen Zhao quickly finished explaining his relationship with Wen Jia and turned to look at his bedmate next to him.

He wanted to see how Lu Chenyan would react after learning the truth.

But he remained expressionless, suddenly lay back, and then with a loud bang, rolled over, his back to Wen Zhao and Wen Jia.

Oh, are you angry?

I never expected that Lu Chenyan, who looks like a city elite and a wealthy CEO, would be so childish.

Wen Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Wen Jia, saying:

"Sister, go home. I have a caregiver here, everything will be fine. Go home and get some rest, sleep well, go to work during the day, and come see me in the evening."

Wen Jia hadn't expected Wen Zhao to be so sensible.

After coming to Haicheng for university, she basically never went home except for Chinese New Year. Later, Wen Lin got married, and she stopped going home for Chinese New Year there either. She either traveled somewhere by herself or lived alone in Haicheng.

She had never paid any attention to her younger brother.

All I knew about Wen Zhao was that he loved playing video games and was irresponsible and didn't study properly.

"Can you?" she asked.

"Why not? Besides, there are some things I can't do while you're the only woman taking care of me. Sis, if you keep getting sick, I'll really have no one to take care of me. I can't exactly call my older sister over, can I?"

"That won't do!"

Wen Jia shook her head repeatedly.

In their hearts, Wen Lin was an even more authoritative figure than Pan Mei.

They haven't dared to say a word about what happened between them to Wen Lin.

On the one hand, she was afraid of being scolded by Wen Lin, and on the other hand, Wen Lin had a powerful in-law family, so she tried to avoid troubling her as much as possible.

"Then I'll go back first, and come see you tomorrow morning before going to work."

Wen Jia got up and packed her things.

"OK."

Before Wen Zhao could finish speaking, she saw Lu Chenyan in the next bed sit up, pull out the IV drip from his hand, grab his clothes, and run out.

I happened to run into the caregiver who was returning from dinner.

"Young Master, where are you going? Your glucose infusion isn't finished yet."

"I'm fine now."

Lu Chenyan pushed the caregiver away and ran outside.

"Young Master, your hand is bleeding!" the caregiver cried out as he chased after him.

Lu Chenyan ignored him completely.

He chased after her to the elevator. Just as the elevator doors closed, he saw Wen Jia turn around inside and wipe her tears.

……

Wen Jia did not go home immediately after leaving the hospital.

She took a taxi straight to the south of the city.

Pan Mei ran away that day, and hasn't even made a phone call in all these days.

Wen Zhao pretended nothing had happened, but Wen Jia knew he was still very sad inside.

The mother I've relied on since childhood abandoned me at the most critical moment of life and death; anyone would find it hard to understand.

Wen Jia also wanted to ask her what she was thinking.

10 pm.

Wen Jia banged on the door of the rented room where Pan Mei and Cui Dazhuang lived, making a loud noise, but no one came out to open the door for a long time.

However, the neighbor next door couldn't stand it anymore and came out to ask.

"Who is it? Can't a person get some sleep in the middle of the night?!"

Wen Jia quickly asked, "Big sister, who lives here? A woman in her fifties, with permed hair, the one who plays mahjong all day."

"Pan Mei, right? She's gone."

The older sister next door said irritably.

"When did you leave?" Wen Jia pressed for an answer.

Who are you?

"She owes me money, and I'm asking her for it back," Wen Jia lied on the spot.

"I knew it! She rushed back in a panic on Saturday night, crying and shouting, and ran away with her husband in the middle of the night. So she owed you money? Honestly, she's always wearing gold and silver, I thought she was rich! She's just putting on a show."

The older sister picked up a palm-leaf fan, waved it a couple of times, and complained.

Wen Jia leaned against the window, holding up her phone's flashlight to look inside.

"Don't bother looking, all the valuables have been moved away. The landlord came yesterday and left behind a pile of junk that nobody wants," the neighbor woman said, peeking in.

Seeing that the place was indeed a mess, with everything in disarray, and it didn't look like anyone lived there, Wen Jia could only thank the older sister and walk out of the alley.

She was unwilling to give up, so she called Pan Mei again.

The number displayed is invalid.

Pan Mei even cancelled her phone number.

Wen Jia felt utterly dejected.

……

back home.

Lu Chenyan was pacing anxiously in the hallway outside the door, making a phone call. He visibly relaxed when he saw her and said into the phone:

"...No need to look anymore, she's back."

Wen Jia opened the door, and he silently stepped aside.

Seeing Wen Jia go inside, he turned around and sat down on the ground by the door.

Wen Jia looked out through the peephole.

Lu Chenyan leaned against the railing, knees bent, hands resting on his knees, head tilted back, eyes half-closed, doing nothing. It was unclear whether he was asleep or what.

Wen Jia came downstairs after taking a shower and saw him; he was still there.

Occasionally, young people returning home late will pass by and see someone sitting in the corridor. They will first be startled, then amazed at how handsome he is. But after taking another look, they will wonder if this person is crazy? Is he mentally unstable? Is he in a particularly low mood?

Wen Jia turned and went upstairs.

My heart is filled with an overwhelming, inescapable pain. Tears stream down my face, soaking my pillow.