The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

Lin Jingran's hair was much shorter, and his facial features were more distinct. His childishness had faded, leaving only a cold maturity. His eyebrows were still very sharp, and his eyes were still sharp. He didn't say anything, but just walked towards them step by step, and then stood in front of them - his eyes were always on Lin Yingci. Lin Yingci was very displeased by his stare, but she could only bear it.

"Jingran, listen to me—" An Yishang suddenly spoke,

"You often go to New York," Lin Jingran interrupted him and looked at him, questioning, "Is it because of Lin Yingci?"

An Yishang didn't know how to explain it, so he could only nod: "Yes, but——"

"No wonder you never reply to my messages," Lin Jingran looked at Lin Yingci again and suddenly asked sarcastically, "Do you have a new love?"

"No, Jingran," An Yishang still tried to talk, but was interrupted by Lin Yingci again, "Do you need Lin Jingran's permission if you want to be with me?"

She stared at him and his mind went blank.

"No," he answered subconsciously.

"Lin Jingran," Lin Yingci looked at him again - their eyes met, but An Yishang was particularly nervous.

"In what capacity do you come to question me?"

"What?" He frowned.

"It's my freedom to be with whomever I want." Lin Yingci said word by word, "You and I broke up a long time ago."

"You forced me to do this," Lin Jingran frowned, but suddenly took a deep breath, quickly took her hand, and said in a calmer tone, "I won't break up with you, come with me."

Lin Yingci quickly shook off his hand, looked at him seriously and said, "I don't like you anymore, and I'm not kidding when I say we're breaking up." Then she walked back to An Yishang and said gently, "Come back with me."

An Yishang was very hesitant, and frowned at Lin Jingran again. He suddenly sneered and looked at the two people in front of him: "You like him now, don't you?"

Lin Yingci didn't say anything, but An Yishang stepped forward and tried to persuade her: "Jingran, calm down——"

"You clearly know that she and I are at odds," he suddenly scolded loudly, "but you still always come to accompany her? What's your intention?"

"I'm sorry," Ahn Yi-shang apologized subconsciously.

"Let me apologize to you," Lin Yingci also stepped forward, "If you must have an apology, it is me who wants Yishang to accompany me."

Lin Jingran didn't know what to say, but his eyes turned red. Suddenly, he took two steps back, looked at Lin Yingci and murmured, "You are really good, I won't come again." He looked at her, and she looked at him. The distance between them was not far, but it seemed like a thousand mountains and rivers. Suddenly, he murmured again, "Whatever you want, Lin Yingci, whatever you want."

After saying that, he took a few steps back and quickly ran into the car, turned around, stepped on the accelerator and sped away. The car braked sharply, and finally only a cloud of dust was left on the ground.

Seeing him leave, An Yishang was also very anxious. He could no longer stand. He walked quickly towards the car and shouted to Lin Yingci, "I'll go see him." He explained, "He is too emotional. I'm afraid something might happen to him."

Lin Yingci quickly nodded: "Okay, thank you for your help."

"You go back first," An Yishang looked at her and shouted at her, "I will tell you if there is anything."

"it is good."

·

She got drunk again when she got home. Standing by the window, watching him leave on the street, she suddenly burst into tears.

——Do you know who left me today?

——My personality, hobbies, dreams and persistence today are largely achieved with his company. He is the closest stranger to me in this world;

——He is also the reason why I am me, a little bit.

His departure also took away a part of her.

·

But life went on, except that she and An Yishang suddenly and tacitly stopped contacting each other, as if there was a wall between them and no one reached out to them anymore.

·

Wei Jin received a call from Jiang Kaicheng in the middle of the night. She had just fallen asleep.

"Hurry up and go to the bar I sent you the location of," the person on the other end of the phone was very anxious, "Lin Jingran got into a fight with someone,"

Wei Jin suddenly woke up: "What did you say?"

"Go quickly," Jiang Kaicheng said anxiously, "I'm rushing back from Puxi now. You're close, go quickly."

"Right away," Wei Jin hung up the phone and drove out immediately. She was feeling very nervous, but she knew that he was not feeling well after returning from New York. When she asked Lin Yingci, she just talked about other things and didn't mention Lin Jingran.

They must have been fighting again, she thought to herself, and unconsciously sped up her pace, finally arriving at the bar. Before entering, she saw a bottle of wine on the ground, so she picked it up - what if there was a fight later?

The male waiter stopped the people who were cursing over there, and the manager supported Lin Jingran. Blood flowed from his arm and dripped onto the ground - but he was still arguing with those people.

"You kid, let me touch you again," he pointed at Lin Jingran and said fiercely.

"Come here," Lin Jingran cursed incoherently, "Come here,"

"Shut the fuck up," Wei Jin also rushed forward and pointed at the other man, saying viciously, "Fatty, try touching him."

She was so angry that she took out her phone to call the police, but was immediately stopped by another person. "Jingran hit his companion with a bottle. You can't call the police." It was the hotel manager. He quickly explained, "The man has been sent to the hospital. We have colleagues with him."

"Let's go to the hospital too," Wei Jin helped Lin Jingran up. Seeing the cut on his arm, he felt distressed. "There's so much blood. Let's go quickly."

"He won't go," the manager said, looking embarrassed, "and he won't let that guy go either."

"No matter what," Wei Jin put Lin Jingran's hand on his shoulder, "Let's go to the hospital, Lin Jingran."

"I'm not going." He answered quickly and soberly.

"You wanna leave, you little bitch—"

He wanted to rush forward again, but was held tightly by a group of waiters.

"Shut up, fathead," Wei Jin continued to scold him, and suddenly pointed the bottle at him, "If you don't want to go to the hospital like your friend, shut up, or I'll smash you to death."