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

In the bustling little noodle restaurant near the Zhaoguo Mansion, the afternoon sun shines through the windows, sprinkling on the wooden tables and chairs like golden threads, creating patches of mottled light and shadows.

Chen Jia and Chen Jue sat opposite each other, with two bowls of steaming noodles in front of them emitting wisps of steam and an enticing aroma.

Chen Jia leaned forward slightly, looked at the noodles in front of her, and took a deep breath. The rich aroma of the noodles brought a satisfied smile to her face.

She picked up the chopsticks with her slender fingers, picked up a strand of noodles gracefully, blew on it gently, and then put it into her mouth in small bites, chewing it carefully, and every movement was gentle. Occasionally, she raised her eyes and looked at Chen Jue opposite her, her eyes full of tenderness.

Chen Jue looked excited, his eyes always stayed on Chen Jia, his eyes were full of love and joy.

"Sister, the noodles here are really good, eat more."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beef from his bowl with a smile on his face, stretched his arm slightly, and placed the beef steadily into Chen Jia's bowl. There was anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Chen Jia's approval after tasting it.

They were enjoying their meal when the door of the noodle shop suddenly creaked open and Wei Lang appeared at the door.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but his handsome face was now covered with dark clouds, as if shrouded by a thick haze. Wei Lang's eyes were like lightning, and he instantly locked onto Chen Jia and Chen Jue, especially when he saw their intimate look when Chen Jue picked up food for Chen Jia. His heart suddenly felt like a pot of mixed feelings, and a strong sense of jealousy surged in his heart.

His brows first slightly frowned, then knitted tightly, forming a deep "川" character between his brows, with ravines crisscrossing, as if it could pinch a fly to death. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp and complex light, which contained both jealousy towards Chen Jue, like a blazing fire, wishing to devour Chen Jue in an instant; and dissatisfaction with Chen Jia, as if complaining about why she was so close to Chen Jue but so cold to him.

His lips were tightly pursed, the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, and his originally rosy lips now looked a little pale, and even trembled slightly, as if telling of his inner unwillingness. His teeth were unconsciously clenched, causing the muscles on his cheeks to bulge slightly, and the tight muscle lines were clearly visible, and his chin was also tense, forming a firm and angry outline.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, his nostrils slightly flared, and every breath seemed to vent his dissatisfaction. He unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if only in this way could he slightly ease the fire of jealousy in his heart.

Wei Lang strode to their table without hesitation, his steps heavy and powerful, as if carrying a sense of momentum.

He pulled a chair over, the legs of which made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground, attracting the attention of the diners around him. He sat down, leaning forward slightly, and resting his hands on the table.

"Yiyi, what a coincidence, you are here too."

Wei Lang tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but he still couldn't hide a hint of displeasure. He stared at Chen Jia, trying to catch a hint of response from her expression.

Chen Jia raised her head and saw that it was Wei Lang. She frowned slightly and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but just glanced at him indifferently, then lowered her head and continued to eat her noodles, as if Wei Lang's appearance had no effect on her.

Wei Lang didn't care about Chen Jia's indifference. He continued, "I often come to this noodle shop to eat noodles. The taste is really good. Chen Jue, you are quite good at choosing places."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Jue with a hint of provocation in his eyes. As he spoke, his fingers tapped lightly on the table unconsciously, showing his inner uneasiness.

Chen Jue also noticed Wei Lang's ill intentions. He put down his chopsticks, straightened his body slightly, a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and subconsciously placed his hand on the back of Chen Jia's chair, as if declaring his sovereignty.

"Master Wei, we are just here to eat some noodles."

Chen Jia ignored Wei Lang. She ate the noodles silently, but her chewing was a little slower, showing a hint of displeasure in her heart.

Wei Lang was persistent. He reached out to take the kettle in front of Chen Jia and prepared to pour her some water.

"Yiyi, drink some water, don't choke."

Seeing this, Chen Jue quickly stretched out his hand to block Wei Lang, "Master Wei, don't worry, I will take good care of you."

His movements were swift and decisive. He tightly grasped Wei Lang's wrist with his hand, his eyes revealing obvious dissatisfaction.

Chen Jia finally couldn't bear it anymore, she put down her chopsticks heavily, and with a "snap" sound, the sound was particularly clear in the quiet noodle shop. She raised her head, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Wei Lang, that's enough. Jue and I are having dinner here, could you please stop disturbing us?"

Her chest rose and fell slightly, showing how angry she was at the moment.

"I really care about you..."

"Wei Lang, you don't have to worry about my affairs. Please leave and don't affect our mood for dinner."

Wei Lang seemed not to have heard Chen Jia's words and had no intention of getting up and leaving.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Jia, revealing a complex emotion, including reluctance and a hint of an urgent desire to make amends.

"Can't you just give me a chance? I know I may not do well in some areas, but I can change. I just hope to be by your side."

"Wei Lang, don't waste your energy. Sister has made it very clear that she doesn't want to have too much entanglement with you. You'd better give up as soon as possible and don't ruin our good mood here." Chen Jue's words were straightforward and sharp, ruthlessly puncturing Wei Lang's fantasy.

Wei Lang stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and approached Chen Jue.

"Do you think you can give Chen Jia happiness? I can let her live a carefree life, can you?"

Chen Jue disagreed. He patted Wei Lang's shoulder gently, then pushed his hand away, his eyes full of confidence and calmness.

"I have a title, I can protect my sister and ensure she has food and clothing."

The other diners in the noodle shop all cast curious glances at them, but Chen Jue and Wei Lang ignored them. They only had eyes for each other, and the argument about Chen Jia became more and more intense.

Chen Jia sat aside, her face becoming increasingly unsightly. She was annoyed by Wei Lang's pestering, and was also worried that Chen Jue and Wei Lang would have a conflict because of this.

"Wei Lang, that's enough, don't say any more. There is no possibility between you and me, I hope you can respect my choice."

"Yiyi, have you forgotten how Chen Jue got injured? If you follow him, your life will not be guaranteed."