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

Chen Jia stood outside the gate of Wei Lang's house, with rain dripping down her hair, her eyes full of fatigue and despair. She knew that coming here for help was an adventure, but for Chen Jue, she had no choice.

She took a deep breath and slowly walked into the gate of the Wei family. The courtyard of the Wei family was spacious and gorgeous, but it made Chen Jia feel inexplicably depressed. Her steps were a little heavy, and every step she took seemed to be struggling with her heart.

When she arrived at the main hall, Wei Yuan and Wei Lang were already waiting for her there.

Wei Yuan sat upright in the main seat, with an upright posture, a stern face, and a look of condescending indifference in her eyes.

Her clothes were gorgeous and her accessories were exquisite, but they formed a sharp contrast with Chen Jia's disheveled appearance after being soaked by the rain.

Chen Jia looked at Wei Yuan, with mixed emotions welling up in her heart.

She bowed slightly, trying to keep her tone calm: "Miss Wei, I am here because of Chen Jue's matter. His life is hanging by a thread and he is in urgent need of help. I beg the Wei family to lend a hand."

Wei Yuan raised her chin slightly, her eyes calm, and waved the handkerchief in her hand gently, as if she was chasing away an insignificant fly.

"Chen Jia, I've already told you that our Wei family cannot be involved in this matter. Chen Jue himself offended someone, and this is what he deserves. Our Wei family will not take risks for an unrelated person."

Chen Jia's lips trembled slightly, and she tried hard to control her emotions.

"Miss Wei, Chen Jue is not an irrelevant person. He has sacrificed so much for the country and the people. He was framed, and he did not deserve such a fate. Doesn't the Wei family have any sense of justice? Can't they help him out for his merits?"

Wei Yuan sneered, her eyes full of disdain.

Sense of justice? How much is a sense of justice worth in this world? What our Wei family should consider is the interests of the family, not the so-called sense of justice. Chen Jue’s affairs have nothing to do with our Wei family, so don’t bother about it anymore. "

"Everything Chen Jue did was for justice and for the future of the country. As a prominent family, can't your Wei family help him?"

Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to her indifference. "Chen Jue has nothing to do with my family. The Wei family doesn't care about things that have nothing to do with us. We, the Wei family, won't interfere in Chen Jue's affairs. You should just give up on this idea."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Yuan's cold expression, feeling disappointed. She turned to look at Wei Lang, her eyes full of expectation.

"Wei Lang, do you think so too? Are you unwilling to help Chen Jue?"

Wei Lang's face was full of pain. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Yiyi, I...I also want to help Chen Jue, but my sister is right. Our Wei family cannot take any risks."

Chen Jia's tears welled up in her eyes and her voice trembled.

"Wei Lang, you called me Yi Yi, you said you loved me, but now you want to watch Chen Jue die? He is my relative and the most important person in my life. How can you be so cruel?"

Wei Lang felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He took a step forward and wanted to hold Chen Jia's hand.

"Yiyi, I'm not cruel. I just don't want the Wei family to be in danger. I don't want to lose you."

Chen Jia shook off Wei Lang's hand, her eyes filled with anger.

"Wei Lang, you disappoint me so much. You keep saying that you love me, but at the critical moment, you chose the interests of your family and gave up Chen Jue. You don't understand what love and responsibility are at all."

Wei Lang lowered his head in pain. He knew that he had disappointed Chen Jia, but he also had his own helplessness.

"Yiyi, I really have no choice. Our Wei family cannot fall into crisis because of this matter."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's cowardly appearance, her heart filled with despair. She turned to look at Wei Yuan, her eyes full of determination.

"Miss Wei, since your Wei family is unwilling to help, I won't force you."

Chen Jia stepped out of the Wei family resolutely. The heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting the ground hard, splashing countless water.

The street instantly turned into a swiftly flowing river, and the rain gathered in the potholes to form muddy puddles. Chen Jia's figure seemed so lonely and stubborn in this storm, and the despair in her heart was like the cold rain, penetrating every pore of her body.

She walked on the muddy street, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and every step seemed to use up all her strength.

The rain blurred her vision, making it difficult for her to see the road ahead, but she walked forward firmly with only one thought in her mind - to save Chen Jue.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard behind me, and the sound was particularly clear in the rain.

Wei Lang chased out, holding an umbrella in his hand, and quickly came to Chen Jia's side, trying to shield her from the pouring rain.

"Yiyi, don't be so stubborn. You should cut off all ties with Chen Jue at this time, otherwise you will also be in danger."

Wei Lang's voice was full of anxiety and worry, and against the backdrop of the sound of rain, it seemed so weak and powerless.

Chen Jia suddenly stopped, her eyes full of anger and determination. She shook Wei Lang's hand away, the rain instantly wet her face, her hair stuck to her face, and she looked particularly embarrassed.

"Wei Lang, how can you say such a thing? Chen Jue is my master's only son. His life is hanging by a thread. I will never give up on him even if I die."

Wei Lang tightly grasped the umbrella handle, his hands slightly white from the force. His eyes were full of pain, and the rain slid down his cheeks, as if it was the tears flowing in his heart.

"Yiyi, I know you value friendship, but you have to think about yourself too. Chen Jue has offended so many people, and whoever helps him now will become the target of public criticism. Our Wei family cannot take risks, and neither can you."

Chen Jia shook her head, her tears and rain mixed together, making her face even more blurry.

"Wei Lang, you don't understand. Chen Jue is my family, and one of the most important people to me in this world. I can't just watch him die. I can't do it."

Wei Lang took a step forward and reached out again to grab Chen Jia. His movements were a little flustered, as if he was afraid of losing her.

"Yiyi, listen to me. We can think of other ways. We don't have to take such risks. Come back with me and we'll discuss a safer solution together."

Chen Jia took a step back, avoiding Wei Lang's hand. Her eyes were full of determination, like an unshakable mountain.

"Wei Lang, there is no other way. Since your Wei family is unwilling to help, I can only rely on myself. I will not give up Chen Jue, even if it costs me my life."

A trace of despair flashed across Wei Lang's eyes. He looked at Chen Jia as if he was looking at a dream that was about to fade away.

"Yiyi, why are you so stupid? Is it worth it for you to do this?"

"It's worth it. I can't abandon him when he needs help the most."

Wei Lang lowered his head in pain, and the rain dripped down his hair and onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Yiyi, I really love you and I don't want to lose you. But I can't go against the wishes of my family. I really can't do anything."

Chen Jia felt a sharp pain in her heart, and she looked at Wei Lang with disappointment in her eyes.

"Wei Lang, I used to think you were a brave man, someone I could rely on. But now I realize that I was wrong. You are just a coward, someone who is bound by family interests."

Wei Lang raised his head and looked at Chen Jia, his eyes full of tears. His eyes were full of pain and helplessness, like a child lost in a storm.

"Yiyi, I'm not a coward, I just don't want you to get hurt. I really love you, but I can't ignore the safety of my family."

Chen Jia's eyes turned cold. She looked at Wei Lang as if she was looking at a stranger.

"Wei Lang, it's over between us."

"Yiyi, don't do this."

Wei Lang held the umbrella tightly, his hands trembling slightly. He was unwilling to lose Chen Jia like this, so he took another step forward and tried to keep her.

"Yiyi, please don't be so heartless. We've been through so much together, are you going to give up on our relationship so easily?"

Chen Jia's tears kept pouring out, and her heart was struggling in pain. But she knew that she couldn't turn back.

"Wei Lang, it's not that I'm heartless, it's just that we can't go on any longer. Your choice disappoints me."

"Yiyi, I have my own difficulties! I can't ignore the life and death of my family."

Chen Jia bit her lip, and raindrops dripped down her chin.

"Then you go and protect your family, and I'm going to protect the people I care about."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang, her heart filled with sadness. She turned and left, the rain blurring her vision.

Wei Lang stood in the rain, watching Chen Jia's receding back, his heart filled with pain and regret. He knew that he had lost Chen Jia, the person he loved most.

The heavy rain was still falling, as if it was crying for the breakup of the couple. The water on the street was flowing faster and faster, as if it was telling of the irreparable love between them.

Wei Lang stood in the rain, unable to leave for a long time. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, he didn't know what to do, how to face all this.

Chen Jia walked forward firmly, with only one belief in her heart, which was to save Chen Jue. She knew that this road would be difficult, but she would not give up. The rain hit her body, but she did not feel a trace of coldness, because her heart was already filled with despair and hope.