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

Chen Jia returned to the mansion, her steps were a little unsteady. The blushing kiss in the middle of the lake kept appearing in her mind, and her heart was sweet and flustered. When she walked through the corridor, she unexpectedly saw Chen Jue.

Chen Jue stood there quietly, his figure looking somewhat lonely in the moonlight. He was holding a bowl of Tremella fuciformis porridge, obviously waiting for her.

Chen Jia's heart skipped a beat. She opened her mouth but found that she couldn't find anything to say. Those complicated emotions surged in her heart, and she didn't know how to face Chen Jue.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air. Chen Jia could only lower her head and hurriedly walk past Chen Jue, as if this would allow her to escape the situation that made her feel overwhelmed.

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia's departing back, frowning tightly. The Tremella porridge in his hand seemed to have lost its temperature. He didn't understand why Chen Jia was so indifferent to him.

His heart was filled with loss and confusion, but more of an unspeakable pain. He stood there silently, looking at the direction where Chen Jia disappeared, unable to let go for a long time.

The next day, Chen Jue came to the Dali Temple with a depressed heart. He tried to focus on his work and tried to forget what happened last night.

However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people. Just when he was busy dealing with official documents, Wei Lang came over happily.

"Ajue, you know what? Yi Yi and I had an incredibly wonderful night last night."

Chen Jue's heart suddenly tightened. He tried hard to control his emotions and forced a smile.

"Oh? Really? That's great."

His voice sounded calm, but only he knew that the anger was burning inside.

Wei Lang didn't notice anything unusual about Chen Jue at all. He continued to excitedly recount every detail of last night.

"We released river lanterns, ate snacks, and went boating. In the middle of the lake, I..."

Wei Lang suddenly stopped and a shy smile appeared on his face.

Chen Jue knew what was going to happen next without even thinking. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

But he still tried to keep smiling and asked, "What happened in the middle of the lake?"

Wei Lang hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "In the middle of the lake, I kissed Yi Yi. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world."

Chen Jue's face turned pale in an instant, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife.

He suppressed his anger and said reluctantly: "Congratulations, Brother Lang. I hope you will always be happy."

Wei Lang smiled and patted Chen Jue on the shoulder, then turned and left.

After Wei Lang left, Chen Jue's face turned as dark as ink. His eyes were filled with anger and jealousy. He could not accept the fact that Chen Jia and Wei Lang were together.

He felt like his heart was being torn apart, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Chen Jue sat there, motionless. The images of Chen Jia and Wei Lang together kept appearing in his mind. Those images were like sharp thorns, piercing deep into his heart.

Chen Jue sat alone in the Dali Temple's office, his face as gloomy as the coming storm.

His eyes were empty in front of him, but his thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess. The scene of Chen Jia and Wei Lang in the mansion last night kept replaying in his mind, like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart with pain.

Liao Feng came in from outside and saw Chen Jue's bad face at a glance. He frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you? You look so bad."

Chen Jue pretended not to hear and said nothing. His heart was filled with pain and jealousy, and he didn't want to communicate with anyone at all. At this moment, he just wanted to immerse himself in his own world and endure this torment alone.

Seeing that Chen Jue didn't say anything, Liao Feng didn't know how to ask any more questions. He could only shake his head helplessly and turn away.

Chen Jue, on the other hand, seemed to want to vent all his emotions and put all his energy into his work.

He picked up a case file, his eyes focused and sharp, as if he wanted to find a trace of relief from those words.

The words on the case file danced in front of his eyes, but his mind drifted to Chen Jia from time to time.

He thought of the time he had spent with Chen Jia, and those beautiful memories now pierced his heart like sharp blades.

That was when they were still young, on the road to escape together. Chen Jia held his hand tightly, her eyes full of fear and anxiety.

Chen Jue held her tightly behind him and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here."

They shared the rough bread together. Although it was hard to swallow, they felt each other's warmth. In those difficult days, they supported each other and overcame difficulties together.

Chen Jue gritted his teeth, forced himself to concentrate, and carefully analyzed every detail in the case file.

After reading the case file, Chen Jue still couldn't calm down his anger.

He decided to go to the Ministry of Justice to personally participate in the interrogation of the prisoners. Perhaps there he could find an outlet to vent his anger.

He walked to the Ministry of Justice with firm steps, with a cold look in his eyes.

The prisoner was brought to the interrogation room. Chen Jue sat at the interrogation table, staring at the prisoner with eyes as sharp as a hawk.

The prisoner shrank, his eyes full of fear. Chen Jue's face was terribly gloomy, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, like a beast about to explode.

"Tell me! Where is that person?"

Chen Jue's voice was cold and stern, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

The prisoner was trembling, stammering and unable to speak. Chen Jue was furious, stood up suddenly, and grabbed the whip beside him.

He gripped the whip handle tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hand, and his eyes burned with anger, as if he wanted to devour the prisoner.

Chen Jue whipped the whip vigorously, and a loud "crack" sounded in the air. The prisoner trembled with fear.

Chen Jue swung the whip again, and this time, the whip hit the prisoner hard.

The prisoner's clothes were instantly torn, revealing a bloody mark. Chen Jue's actions were merciless, he whipped the prisoner again and again, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

His eyes were cold and resolute, and every swing of the whip was powerful. His arm muscles were tense and his movements were clean and neat.

As the whip was whipped, the prisoner's screams echoed in the interrogation room, but Chen Jue showed no mercy.

Under his questioning, the prisoner finally couldn't resist and began to confess his crimes. Chen Jue continued to dig out more information and made a lot of new progress.

However, despite the achievements at work, the pain in Chen Jue's heart did not ease at all.

He returned home, feeling the loneliness wash over him. He went into his room, took out a jar of wine, and began to get drunk.

He sat in the yard, looking at the moon in the sky. The bright moonlight shone on him, but could not warm his cold heart.

As he drank, he thought about what he should do. He knew that he couldn't just give up on Chen Jia, he had to find a way to make his sister realize that he was irreplaceable.

"Sister, why can't you see me?"