I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

Wei Lang brought Chen Jia to the bustling theater.

Chen Jia was wearing men's clothing, and his handsome appearance was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. His heroic aura seemed to invigorate the air around him.

They searched around the theater attentively, trying to find clues related to Jammu's private recruitment of assassins.

But at this moment, the theater's top star took a liking to Chen Jia at first sight.

The actor was handsome and had a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes. He looked at Chen Jia affectionately, and then he came forward and started a conversation involuntarily.

"This young man looks unfamiliar. Where are you from?"

The actor's voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of subtle charm.

Chen Jia was slightly stunned, and after responding a few words politely, she thought about continuing the investigation with Wei Lang.

However, the actor was like a sticky candy, clinging to Chen Jia tightly, and the admiration in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Wei Lang's face gradually darkened, and the inexplicable jealousy in his heart spread rapidly like a vine.

He stared at the actor's courtesy towards Chen Jia, and he really wanted to drag Chen Jia away immediately and hide her somewhere where no one could find her.

Wei Lang's eyes seemed to be able to shoot out sharp arrows, full of warnings, but the actor seemed to be completely unaware and continued to circle around Chen Jia.

"Sir, are you free tonight? How about having a cup of tea together?"

The actor smiled and extended the invitation again.

Chen Jia smiled awkwardly and was about to refuse, but Wei Lang rushed in front of Chen Jia like a whirlwind.

"He's not free!"

Wei Lang's voice was as cold as ice, and his jealousy was so strong that it seemed to turn into reality.

The actor was slightly startled, and then he noticed Wei Lang's presence.

He looked at Wei Lang's angry expression and seemed to understand something, but he still said unwillingly:

"Why is this young master so angry? I just want to make friends with him."

Wei Lang snorted coldly, with a flash of anger in his eyes, "There has to be a limit to making friends. He doesn't need your friends."

He held Chen Jia's hand tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he was declaring to the whole world his ownership of Chen Jia.

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's jealous expression and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

She gently tugged at Wei Lang's sleeve, signaling him not to be so impulsive.

But Wei Lang didn't listen at all and continued to glare at the actor.

The actor was also angered by Wei Lang's attitude. He puffed out his chest and said fearlessly, "Sir, you are too overbearing. I just admire you and have no other intentions."

Wei Lang laughed in anger, "Appreciate? You don't look like you're just appreciating."

He pulled Chen Jia and was about to leave, not wanting to get entangled with the actor any longer.

But the actor was unwilling to let Chen Jia go. He blocked their way and said, "Sir, why are you in such a hurry to leave? We can chat together and maybe we can become friends."

Wei Lang's expression became even uglier. He glared at the actor fiercely, "Get out of the way! We don't want to talk to you."

But the actor stood there stubbornly, refusing to give in.

Wei Lang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He pushed the actor away and quickly walked out of the theater with Chen Jia.

After walking out of the theater, Wei Lang's face was still gloomy enough to drip water.

He held Chen Jia's hand tightly and walked without saying a word.

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's angry expression and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"dare you laugh!"

Wei Lang glared at Chen Jia, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

Chen Jia held back her laughter and said, "Why are you so angry? I just want to be friends with me."

Wei Lang snorted, "Make friends? His eyes clearly have bad intentions."

Chen Jia shook her head helplessly, "You are just too sensitive. Maybe she really just appreciates my men's clothing."

Wei Lang didn't think so. "No matter what his purpose is, I won't allow him to get close to you."

His tone was firm and his eyes were filled with strong possessiveness.

Chen Jia felt warm in her heart, she knew Wei Lang was jealous because he cared about her.

She gently held Wei Lang's hand and said, "Okay, I understand. I will stay away from him from now on."

Wei Lang's expression eased a little, but the jealousy in his heart still jumped up like a little flame from time to time.

He secretly decided that he must protect Chen Jia more carefully in the future and not let anyone get close to her.

After Wei Lang and Chen Jia walked out of the theater quickly, the actor chased after them.

Wei Lang's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and the anger in his heart was rolling like surging waves.

He held Chen Jia's hand tightly, with such force that he seemed to want to embed Chen Jia's hand into his palm.

His eyes were like sharp blades, fiercely shooting at the pursuing actor, full of disgust and warning.

"What do you want? We've made it clear that we don't want anything to do with you."

Wei Lang's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and the warning in his words was like a sharp thorn.

The actor still looked ignorant of the danger, with his chin slightly raised and a stubborn light flashing in his eyes.

"I just want to make friends with this young man. I have no ill intentions."

As the actor spoke, he turned his gaze to Chen Jia and continued to show his goodwill, "Sir, you see I have no ill intentions, so why do you have to keep me at a distance?"

Wei Lang was so angry at the actor's appearance that he almost jumped up.

His chest heaved violently like a volcano about to erupt.

"Don't you understand what people are saying? He doesn't need your friends."

The actor was not relenting, "Sir, you are too overbearing. Making friends is a matter between two people, you can't make the decision for him."

There was a hint of provocation in the actor's eyes, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Wei Lang.

Wei Lang was so angry at the actor's words that his chest heaved. He had never met such a shameless person.

He pulled Chen Jia behind him, as if he was guarding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Get out of here! Leave here immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."

Wei Lang's voice became louder, and the people around him looked at him sideways.

However, the actor seemed not to have heard Wei Lang's words and still stood there, refusing to leave.

"I won't leave unless this gentleman says in person that he doesn't want to be friends with me."

The actor's eyes were fixed on Chen Jia, as if waiting for Chen Jia's response.

Chen Jia looked at the stalemate in front of her and smiled helplessly.

She gently tugged at Wei Lang's sleeve, signaling him not to be so excited.

Then, she said to the actor, "Sir, I appreciate your kindness. But I really don't want to be friends with you. Please don't bother me anymore."

When the actor heard Chen Jia's words, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

But he did not give up, but continued: "Sir, please think about it again. Maybe we will get along well."

Wei Lang was so angry when he saw the actor's persistence.

There was a burning rage in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn the actor to ashes.

"I don't want to bother with you, don't be tactless!"

The actor shrugged his shoulders, "Perhaps the greatest understanding I have ever gotten from this gentleman is that he knows me."

There was an innocent expression on the actor's face, as if he was the victim.

Wei Lang was so angry at the actor's rogue behavior that he was speechless.

He always considered himself to be well-mannered, but when he met this rogue actor, he was completely helpless.

He couldn't hit anyone because once his identity was exposed, their investigation might be seriously affected.

He could only suppress the anger in his heart. The inexplicable feeling of frustration made him shiver with discomfort.

Wei Lang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

But the actor was still chattering there, and Wei Lang's face became more and more ugly. The jealousy and powerlessness in his heart intertwined together, making him suffer.

He held Chen Jia's hand tightly again, as if announcing to the world that Chen Jia was his.

"Let's go, let's ignore him."

Wei Lang pulled Chen Jia and turned away, and Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's angry and helpless look and couldn't help laughing out loud.