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

At this moment, the carriage jolted slightly, and Chen Jia lost his balance and fell towards Wei Lang.

Wei Lang quickly reached out to hold her, and the distance between them instantly shortened, and their breathing could be heard.

Chen Jia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she tried to get up in panic, but Wei Lang held her tightly.

A trace of panic flashed across Wei Lang's eyes, and then was replaced by tenderness.

He whispered, "Be careful."

Chen Jia nodded with a red face, not daring to look Wei Lang in the eye.

Wei Lang deliberately cleared his throat, changed the subject, and said, "Tell me, why is Gao Yan so obsessed with listening to opera?"

Chen Jia tried to calm herself down and replied, "Maybe he can find something in the play that he can't get in reality."

Wei Lang nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Do you like listening to opera?"

Chen Jia was slightly stunned, then said: "It's not bad to listen to it occasionally. What about you?"

Wei Lang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "If you are here with me, listening to opera will become very interesting."

A warm feeling surged in Chen Jia's heart and she nodded gently.

After a moment's silence, Wei Lang suddenly took out a delicate little medicine bag from his arms and handed it to Chen Jia.

"This is for you."

"This is……"

"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming in a few days, and I thought this insect repellent is very good, so I bought it."

Chen Jia took the medicine sachet and sniffed it gently, a faint fragrance wafted into her nose.

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia's pleased expression, and the smile on his face became even gentler.

The sun shone on the sparkling river surface. Wei Lang and Chen Jia walked side by side along the river. The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of warmth.

They talked and laughed, as if all the troubles in the world were forgotten.

Chen Jia's face was filled with a bright smile, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and there was a gleam of joy in her eyes.

Sometimes she tilted her head slightly, listening carefully to Wei Lang, and sometimes she gently swung her hands, looking playful and cute.

Wei Lang's eyes were full of tenderness and doting. He tilted his head slightly to look at Chen Jia, with a faint smile always on his lips.

Their steps were light and cheerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on a note of happiness.

When passing by a fan shop, Chen Jia's eyes were instantly attracted by an exquisite fan.

Her eyes lit up and she excitedly pulled Wei Lang into the shop.

The shop is filled with all kinds of fans, some are painted with landscape scrolls, with profound artistic conception; some are embroidered with flower and bird patterns, lifelike; and some are inlaid with gems, gorgeous and eye-catching.

Chen Jia picked up the fan that attracted her and looked at it carefully.

The fan's frame is made of fine bamboo, which is smooth and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance.

Painted on the fan is a beautiful picture of a Jiangnan water town, with white walls, black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, making people feel as if they are there.

Chen Jia's fingers gently stroked the pattern on the fan, her eyes full of love.

"Rui Qing, what do you think of this fan?"

Chen Jia raised her chin slightly and looked at Wei Lang expectantly.

Wei Lang leaned closer and looked at the fan carefully. After thinking for a moment, he said gently, "The pattern on this fan is very beautiful, but the color seems a little bit light. But when you hold it, you are like a fairy in a painting, beautiful and moving. Look at that one, the flower and bird patterns on it are lifelike, maybe it is more suitable for a lively and lovely woman like you."

Wei Lang pointed to a fan next to him. The fan had a pink background and was embroidered with several colorful birds playing among the flowers. It was indeed very exquisite.

After hearing Wei Lang's compliment, Chen Jia's cheeks flushed slightly and she smiled shyly.

She picked up another fan and compared them.

"Rui Qing, this fan is actually bought for you. Which one do you like better?"

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia's serious expression, his heart filled with love.

He whispered, "I like whatever you choose."

Chen Jia felt a sweet feeling in her heart after hearing this. "No, I want to choose a fan that suits you best."

Chen Jia continued to choose. She picked up another fan. On the fan was painted a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers, with undulating hills and clouds.

“This one is pretty good, too.”

Chen Jia said to herself. She held the fan in front of Wei Lang and gestured, "What do you think of this one?"

Wei Lang looked at her with a smile and said, "Very impressive."

Chen Jia was a little hesitant. She looked at this knife, then at that knife, and couldn't make up her mind.

After careful consideration, Chen Jia finally chose a fan with a picture of a galloping horse painted on it, which was very majestic.

"This is for you, thank you for giving me the medicine bag."

Chen Jia's eyes were full of anticipation and tenderness, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Wei Lang took the fan, his eyes sparkling with emotion.

"Okay, I will definitely keep it well. It will be with me all the time, just like you."

He stroked the fan gently, as if he were stroking a precious treasure.

Chen Jia's face turned slightly red. She didn't expect that the story in the picture book would happen to a woman like her. She felt both fresh and happy.

They walked out of the fan shop and continued to stroll along the river. The sunlight shone on them, as if covering them with a golden coat.

Chen Jia and Wei Lang were walking leisurely on the road. Wei Lang fanned Chen Jia with a fan, and Chen Jia smiled brightly.

At this time, Yang Xiu accompanied Yang Hui out to buy things and happened to see this scene.

Yang Hui's face darkened instantly, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

She held Yang Xiu's sleeve tightly and whispered, "Look, that Chen Jia is really restless and is openly with another man. She is really shameless."

Yang Xiu frowned slightly, looked at Chen Jia and Wei Lang, then looked at Yang Hui, and said softly: "Isn't the last lesson enough? Who is the Wei family? How dare you say that? "

Yang Hui disagreed and snorted coldly, "Why not? If she can do it, she is not afraid of what others say! I think she is just a fickle woman."

Yang Xiu looked at the intimacy between Chen Jia and Wei Lang, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his eyes flickered with jealousy.

When he thought back to the past, he realized how stupid he was to have given up on Chen Jia so easily.

And when he thought of Sima Fei'er, Yang Xiu felt even more bitter.

In order to gain military merit, the woman left him without any reluctance and followed a group of men to Xia Pi.

He felt that his family was a mess now, without a trace of warmth and peace.

Chen Jia glanced at Yang Xiu inadvertently, and there was no emotion in her eyes, as if Yang Xiu was just an insignificant stranger.

Afterwards, she continued chatting and laughing with Wei Lang as if nothing had happened.

Wei Lang didn't even look at Yang Xiu, as if this person didn't exist in their world at all.

The two men passed by Yang Xiu in this way, their figures gradually went away, leaving Yang Xiu standing there alone.

Yang Xiu clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

He watched Chen Jia and Wei Lang's backs going away, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Regret, jealousy, and anger intertwined, making him miserable.