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

Chen Jue looked at Yang Xiu who was in great pain and could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

Chen Jue's voice was cold and his eyes were full of accusations towards Yang Xiu.

He slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses on the table jumped up.

"Yang Xiu, no matter how miserable you are now, what can you do? All this is caused by your own lack of appreciation. You asked for Sima Fei'er to marry you, what qualifications do you have to regret it? You totally deserve it!"

Yang Xiu was already on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and when he heard Chen Jue's rebuke, his temper flared up immediately.

Yang Xiu stood up with red eyes, staggering and pointing at Chen Jue, almost falling down.

"Chen Jue, stop blaming me here. I've done some research. Chen Jia's real name is Guan, and she's the adopted daughter of the old Duke. You've been secretly in love with Chen Jia for many years, but what can you do? You're not as good as me, and you'll never have a chance to get Chen Jia."

Chen Jue was completely furious. He stood up suddenly, pointed at Yang Xiu and said, "Yang Xiu, do you think you are qualified to stand by Chen Jia's side? You betrayed her and hurt her. You are just like me, you have no right."

Yang Xiu said unyieldingly, waving his arms as he spoke.

"At least I once had Chen Jia, but what about you? You can only watch silently from the sidelines."

Chen Jue retorted, his voice almost shaking the roof off.

"You call that possession? You just destroyed it all with your own hands."

Chen Jue's face flushed, his steps were unsteady, his body was shaking slightly, he pointed at Yang Xiu with one finger, his eyes full of anger.

As he spoke, he stamped his feet hard, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the ground.

"Now that you have Sima Fei'er, my sister will never look back, and you will never have another chance. But I am not you, I can always be with my sister, for the rest of my life."

Yang Xiu's face was also flushed, his body was crooked, and he tried to stand up straight but felt powerless.

He waved his arms and nearly lost his balance and fell, and hurriedly used his other hand to hold on to the table.

"Chen Jia and Wei Lang's feelings are getting stronger, what can you do? You can't stop it. No matter how heartbroken you are, you can't stop it and you can't get angry. I can at least show my displeasure to Wei Lang, but you can only smile. Chen Jue, you are a coward who can only watch silently from behind."

As Chen Jue spoke, he clenched his fist and shook it in front of Yang Xiu.

"When I am strong enough, I can protect my sister. What about you? You just hurt her again and again."

Yang Xiu Yang Xiu's eyes widened, veins popped out on his neck, and he refused to give in. "I know I was wrong now, and I want to make amends, but what about you? You don't even have the status to make amends."

"My sister won't look back. You don't even have a chance. People who don't have a chance don't deserve to talk about the future!"

Chen Jue angrily swung his sleeves, put on his raincoat, turned around and left, leaving Yang Xiu alone.

Yang Xiu slumped on the ground by the window of the tavern, looking at the heavy rain pouring down outside.

Yang Xiu's eyes were empty and confused. He looked at the rain curtain, and Chen Jia's figure kept appearing in his mind.

He recalled every moment he had with Chen Jia, and those beautiful memories now pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake, he had lost the person he loved most, and it was all his own fault.

His shoulders shook violently and his wailing echoed in the quiet tavern.

The cry was full of regret, pain and despair.

In the heavy rain, Chen Jue, wearing a straw raincoat, rode a horse on the muddy road.

The rain slid down his cheeks and mixed with his tears.

Chen Jue's heart was full of contradictions and pain.

He loved Chen Jia deeply, but he knew that he could not give her happiness under the current circumstances.

As he watched his sister and Wei Lang's relationship grow stronger, he felt jealous and helpless.

He longed for the opportunity to stand by Chen Jia, protect her and take care of her, but the reality made him powerless.

The two men were crying in the heavy rain. The pain they wanted but could not get was like the rain that surrounded them tightly and made them unable to escape.

Chen Jue rode his horse at full speed in the heavy rain. When he returned to Duke Zhao's mansion, raindrops kept dripping down his straw raincoat.

At this time, Chen Jia was preparing dinner carefully in the kitchen, and her figure looked particularly moving under the warm light.

Hearing the sound of Chen Jue coming back, Chen Jia turned around and saw Chen Jue with red eyes.

She was slightly startled, and quickly asked kindly: "Ajue, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so red?"

Wei Lang, who was standing by, fanning himself with a leisurely look, now became concerned.

Wei Lang keenly noticed that Chen Jue's eyes were unusual, and seemed to contain many complex emotions, but he chose to remain silent.

Chen Jue retracted his gaze, tried hard to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and said politely: "I have eaten."

Then, he returned to his room dejectedly without looking back.

He sat in the room, looking at the rain still falling outside the window, feeling extremely heavy.

In the evening, Chen Jia came to Chen Jue's room.

She knocked gently on the door and then pushed it open.

Seeing that Chen Jue still had a worried look on his face, she asked with concern the reason.

Chen Jue was silent for a long time before he slowly began to speak: "Today Yang Xiu invited me to drink, and he said he regretted it. I thought he deserved it, and then I was so angry that we started arguing."

After hearing this, Chen Jia laughed and teased Chen Jue: "You are still a child at heart. How can you be unhappy about such a small thing?"

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Sister, do you... do you still care about Yang Xiu?"

Chen Jia was slightly stunned, then said with a firm look in her eyes: "There is no going back to the past."

Hearing this, Chen Jue felt relieved.

Then, Chen Jue poured out all his sorrows.

"Sister, although I am now the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, I am in this position because I took advantage of others' promotion opportunities. Many people are trying to make things difficult for me. Also, I treated Wei Lang badly earlier, and now many people don't take me seriously. I really don't know how to gain a foothold in Dali Temple."

Chen Jue's face was filled with worry and his brows were furrowed.

Chen Jia frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Interpersonal relationships are extremely important in the officialdom."

Chen Jue said distressedly: "What should I do?"

Chen Jia said patiently: "Respect capable people. Find their strengths and give them praise and affirmation appropriately. When encountering problems, discuss solutions together."

Chen Jue asked doubtfully: "Will this really work?"

Chen Jia said affirmatively: "Of course, people are all made of flesh and blood. If you treat others well, others will treat you well. Secondly, do more and talk less. Use your ability and achievements to prove yourself. Handle every case beautifully and let others see your strength."

Chen Jue nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

Chen Jia continued, "Also, tomorrow at the Dali Temple, you can take the initiative to communicate with those who have opinions about you and express your sincerity. Maybe they won't accept it at first, but over time, they will see your changes. Don't be afraid of being rejected, and be patient and perseverant."

Chen Jue listened to his sister's words and gradually had a direction in his mind.

He knew that his sister's suggestions were all for his own good, and he had to work hard to change himself in order to gain a foothold in the Dali Temple.