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

Wei Lang held Chen Jia's hand tightly and said softly, "Let's go."

Chen Jia nodded slightly, and turned around with Wei Lang to leave.

However, Huan Xifei was not willing to give up. She rushed forward and blocked their way, her eyes full of reluctance and anger.

"Wei Lang, you can't just leave like this. Tell me, why did you choose a second-married girl instead of me?"

Wei Lang stopped and looked at Huan Xifei with cold eyes.

"Huan Xifei, you are vain and always talk about your status and wealth. In various occasions, you are always showing off your family background, gorgeous clothes and jewelry. You are narrow-minded and intolerant of others. You always try your best to suppress others. I have no feelings for you."

Huan Xifei's body trembled slightly as she listened to Wei Lang's words. Her face turned pale and tears kept pouring out of her eyes.

"No, that's not the case. Wei Lang, you must have been bewitched by this woman. I can change. I can become better."

Huan Xifei begged bitterly, she didn't want to lose Wei Lang like this.

Wei Lang shook his head and said, "Huan Xifei, your nature is like this, it is not easy to change. Besides, my heart has been given to Chen Jia."

After saying that, Wei Lang pulled Chen Jia, walked around Huan Xifei, and walked forward firmly.

Huan Xifei looked at their departing backs, the despair in her heart surging like a tide.

She suddenly rushed forward, tightly grasped Wei Lang's sleeve, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Wei Lang, you can't do this to me! I love you, I love you more than anything else!"

Wei Lang shook off Huan Xifei's hand with force, his eyes full of disgust.

"Huan Xifei, I don't love you."

Huan Xifei's hands fell down weakly. She stared blankly at the receding backs of Wei Lang and Chen Jia, tears pouring out like a flood.

She slowly squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and buried her head deeply in her arms. Her body trembled violently, and her desperate cry echoed in the Chrysanthemum Banquet.

"Why? Why doesn't he love me? What's wrong with me?"

Huan Xifei's crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all the pain in her heart.

The people around her looked at her, some with sympathy, some with helplessness, but no one dared to step forward to comfort her.

Huan Xifei kept crying until her voice became hoarse and her tears dried up. She slowly raised her head and stared into the distance with empty eyes.

Wei Lang and Chen Jia walked hand in hand on the street. The afternoon sun shone on them, but it could not dispel the guilt in Wei Lang's heart.

"I'm sorry. Because of Huan Yi, Huan Xifei and I are familiar with each other, but I didn't expect that she would attack you because of this."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's self-blaming expression, and her heart softened. She shook her head and said, "This is not your fault. You don't need to apologize. We can't control other people's behavior."

Wei Lang held Chen Jia's hand tightly and said, "I'm glad that we can meet again. I don't want to lose you again."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's fiery gaze, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. But at the same time, Huan Xifei's words at the Chrysanthemum Banquet involuntarily emerged in her mind.

She knew that Huan Xifei's behavior was not an isolated case, and it was indeed difficult for someone with Wei Lang's background to be with her. She had to admit that Huan Xifei's perspective actually represented the perspective of most people.

When Chen Jia returned home, she sat alone in her room, thinking about everything. She knew that the gap between her and Wei Lang was not only the difference in status, but also the pressure and prejudice from society. She began to think seriously about their future.

Chen Jue saw Chen Jia sitting in the room with a sad face, and was very worried.

He walked into the room quietly, sat next to Chen Jia, and asked gently, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Chen Jia looked at Chen Jue's concerned eyes, and the grievance and helplessness in her heart suddenly surged up in her heart.

She sighed and slowly expressed her inner thoughts: "Chen Jue, Wei Lang and I may really not be suitable. Huan Xifei's incident made me realize that the gap between us is too big. Wei Lang comes from a prominent family, and I am just a second-married girl. Our love is so mismatched in the eyes of others. I don't want Wei Lang to be ridiculed and criticized by others because of me, and I don't want to live under this kind of pressure all the time. So, I decided to gradually leave him." Chen Jia's voice was full of pain and helplessness, and tears flashed in her eyes.

"Sister, don't think like that. Love has no status distinction. As long as you truly love each other, you can definitely overcome all difficulties."

"Reality is very cruel. We can't live on love alone. I don't want Weilang to lose his family and status because of me, and I don't want to live in the strange eyes of others. Maybe leaving is the best choice."

Chen Jue looked at his sister like this, his heart full of pity. He comforted her softly, "Sister, don't think like that. Maybe things are not as bad as you think."

However, Chen Jia just shook her head slightly and said firmly: "No, Chen Jue, I have made up my mind. Without Huan Xifei, there will be another one. Wei Lang has offended so many noble ladies for me, the Wei family will definitely not let it go. I can't let him ruin everything because of this blind love."

Although Chen Jue accepted Chen Jia's decision to leave Wei Lang, he was still sad for his sister's inferiority complex.

In his eyes, his sister was kind, intelligent, and brave, and was no worse than those noble ladies.

"Sister, don't be so self-deprecating. You are very good, very good. Wei Lang loves you, and there must be a reason for it. Besides, you can't give up your happiness just because you are afraid."

"Happiness? If I were to be with Wei Lang, it would only bring him trouble. I can't be so selfish."

"Sister, don't always think about others. You also have the right to pursue your own happiness. Since Wei Lang has chosen you, he must be prepared to face everything. You can't give up so easily."

"Chen Jue, you don't understand. Wei Lang is still young, and he doesn't know the seriousness of this. I can't let him regret it for the rest of his life because of a momentary impulse."

"But sister, if you leave like this, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Chen Jia was silent, her heart was full of contradictions and pain. She knew that she loved Wei Lang, but she was also afraid that she would bring disaster to Wei Lang. She didn't know how to choose and could only fall into deep pain.

"Sister, maybe we can find a better solution. We don't have to leave Weilang."

"There is no better way. I can't let Weilang get into trouble because of me. I can only choose to leave."

After a while, Chen Jue turned and walked to the kitchen, deciding to make a bowl of porridge for Chen Jia. He hoped that this bowl of porridge could bring some warmth to his sister, even if it was just a little comfort. When the porridge was cooked, Chen Jue carefully brought the porridge to Chen Jia's room.

Chen Jia was still immersed in sorrow, tears constantly flowing from her eyes.

Chen Jue put the porridge on the table and said softly, "Sister, eat something."

Chen Jia slowly picked up the spoon and began to eat the porridge mouthful by mouthful, but tears continued to fall, dripping into the porridge.

Chen Jue sat silently aside, watching Chen Jia finish the bowl of porridge while crying.

After finishing the porridge, Chen Jia put down her spoon and wiped her tears. She looked at Chen Jue and said, "Jue, thank you."

"Sister, don't say that. As long as you are fine, I will be relieved."