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

After Chen Jia left the living room, Wei Lang sat there alone, his thoughts surging like the tide.

The living room of the Duke's Mansion is spacious and quiet. Sunlight shines in through the carved windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Wei Lang raised his head slightly and looked at the exquisite paintings on the ceiling. Those colors seemed to be telling the story of this mansion.

He recalled the past experiences he had with Chen Jia and Chen Jue. Those scenes kept replaying in his mind like a movie, and every scene was so clear.

He remembered Chen Jia's beauty and gentleness in difficult situations. Her determined eyes and slightly raised lips seemed to give people endless strength.

And she is strong and brave. She never backs down in the face of danger and always sticks to her beliefs.

Wei Lang sighed softly, he knew that he had a special feeling for Chen Jia.

This feeling took root unconsciously and has become so strong now. However, he also understands that Chen Jia only has Chen Jue in her heart.

The feelings between them were deep and firm, and would not tolerate interference from others. A trace of bitterness welled up in his heart, but was quickly suppressed by reason.

He secretly decided that whenever Chen Jia needed help in the future, he would lend a helping hand without hesitation, even if it was just to protect her silently.

At this time, Chen Jia was anxiously dealing with matters in the mansion. She was in an elegantly decorated study room, with sunlight pouring through the window onto the desk, illuminating the piles of documents.

Chen Jia frowned slightly, and wrote quickly on the paper with the brush in her hand, but she was always worried about Chen Jue in her heart.

She didn't know what kind of situation he would encounter with the prince, and this worry hung over her heart like a dark cloud.

She also thought of Wei Lang, the man who escorted them all the way back. She knew that Wei Lang had a crush on her, but her heart had long belonged to Chen Jue.

She didn't want to give Wei Lang the wrong signal, but she didn't know how to reject his kindness. This dilemma made her feel extremely troubled.

Chen Jia returned to her room, and her maid Xiaolan came to greet her. The room was filled with a faint floral scent, and the sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, giving the entire room a soft atmosphere.

"Miss, you're back. Is it really appropriate for Mr. Wei to be alone in the living room?" Xiaolan asked worriedly, her face full of concern.

Chen Jia frowned slightly, she was also thinking about this question. She was a little hesitant in her heart, not knowing how to face Wei Lang.

She looked at Xiaolan, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Xiao Lan, I don't know what to do. Wei Lang has been escorting us all the way, and we can't neglect him. But I'm afraid he will misunderstand me."

Chen Jia said helplessly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice.

Xiaolan looked at Chen Jia, a trace of heartache flashing in her eyes.

"Miss, why don't you make it clear to Master Wei and let him know your feelings, so that he won't keep holding out hope."

Chen Jia shook her head and walked to the window, looking at the garden outside. The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling of the tangle in her heart.

"It's not the right time yet. Let's wait until Jue comes back. I don't want to make Wei Lang sad at this time."

Chen Jia paced back and forth in the room, feeling very conflicted. She didn't know how to face Wei Lang, nor did she know what would happen next.

She sighed and decided to go to the living room to check on Wei Lang first.

Chen Jia came to the living room and saw Wei Lang sitting there, looking a little lonely.

The atmosphere in the living room seemed a little depressing. The sunlight shone on Wei Lang, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

Chen Jia felt a little guilty, thinking that she had made Wei Lang wait for so long.

She walked slowly in front of Wei Lang with an apologetic smile on her face and her hands hanging naturally at her sides.

"Mr. Wei, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Chen Jia said softly, her voice as gentle as the breeze.

When Wei Lang saw Chen Jia, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up.

His eyes were full of anticipation and joy, as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world.

"Miss Chen, it's okay. Have you dealt with your issues?" Wei Lang asked, leaning forward slightly, full of concern.

Chen Jia nodded and said, "Yes, it has been taken care of. Master Wei, we are really grateful that you escorted us back this time. If there is anything we can do for you, just let us know."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang with sincere eyes, full of gratitude.

Wei Lang smiled and said, "Miss Chen, there's no need to be so polite. I just did what I should do." Wei Lang waved his hand with a gentle smile, as warm as the spring sunshine.

The two fell into an awkward silence again. Chen Jia didn't know what to say, and Wei Lang was also at a loss.

He wanted to find a topic to break the awkward atmosphere, but he didn't know where to start.

Wei Lang was nervous and uneasy. He looked at Chen Jia, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He knew his feelings for Chen Jia, but he also understood that Chen Jia's heart belonged to Chen Jue.

He didn't want to make Chen Jia feel troubled, but he couldn't help but want to chat with her for a while.

"Miss Chen, are you used to living in the Duke's Mansion?"

Wei Lang finally found a topic, his eyes full of anticipation, his fingers gently stroking the edge of the teacup.

Chen Jia was slightly stunned, then said: "Fortunately, the people in the Duke's Mansion are very caring for me. Master Wei, how about you? What are you busy with recently?"

Chen Jia tilted her head slightly, with curiosity in her eyes, like an innocent child.

Wei Lang scratched his head and said, "I don't have anything special to do, just some daily affairs. However, I have been worried about you, so when I heard the news that you were back, I hurried over."

Wei Lang's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile.

Chen Jia's heart was moved, and she felt Wei Lang's sincerity. But she also knew that she couldn't give him any hope.

She sighed softly and said, "Master Wei, we all understand your feelings. But, Jue and I..."

Chen Jia's eyes were a little dim. She lowered her head and looked at the ground, her heart full of helplessness.

Wei Lang interrupted Chen Jia and said, "Miss Chen, I know what you mean. I won't cause you any trouble. I just hope you can be happy."

Wei Lang's eyes were firm and he clenched his fists slightly, as if to cheer himself up.

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang with gratitude in her eyes. She knew that Wei Lang was a good man, but they were not destined to be together.

"Master Wei, thank you. You will definitely find your own happiness."

Chen Jia said, with a sincere smile on her face, as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Wei Lang smiled and said, "I hope so. Miss Chen, you and Chen Jue must be well. If you need any help, feel free to contact me."

Wei Lang's eyes were full of blessings, and he clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking very sincere.

Chen Jia nodded and said, "Okay, Master Wei, don't worry."

Chen Jia's eyes were gentle and she nodded slightly, like an elegant princess.

The two chatted for a while and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed.

They talked about some insignificant topics, as if they had forgotten the embarrassment and entanglement before. The sunlight shone on them, bringing a warm atmosphere to the whole living room.

However, deep in their hearts, they all knew that this relief was only temporary.