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

Inside the Duke's Mansion, the afternoon sun lazily sprinkled in the courtyard, and mottled light and shadows passed through the carved windows, outlining wonderful patterns on the floor and walls of the house. The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, mixed with a hint of oppression.

Chen Jia sat on the bedside, wearing a plain brocade dress, her face was slightly pale, but still couldn't hide her beauty. She frowned slightly, looking at Wei Lang standing beside her, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in her eyes.

Wei Lang looked a little haggard, his eyes were red, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Jia, as if he wanted to engrave her every expression in his heart.

His lips trembled slightly, and he hesitated several times before finally summoning up the courage to speak: "Jia'er, I...I really can't leave you like this. When I heard the news that you were injured, at that moment, my world seemed to collapse."

His voice was a little choked, and tears welled up in his eyes, rolling around in his eye sockets and could burst out at any time.

Chen Jia sighed softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, "Wei Lang, I know you care about me, but you also saw that I am fine now. You have already come to see me, and it is time to go back. Don't waste time here."

She tried her best to make her tone seem calm, but her heart was in a mess. She knew Wei Lang's deep love for her, but she only had Chen Jue in her heart, and this feeling was so firm that it could not be shaken in the slightest.

Wei Lang took a few steps forward, his steps were a little heavy, and every step seemed to be filled with his worries.

He came to Chen Jia, squatted down, and looked her in the eye. "Jia'er, you don't understand. This kind of worry can't be eliminated by a simple visit. These days, I can't eat or sleep, and my heart is full of your safety. Every night, I imagine the pain when you are injured. It feels like thousands of needles are piercing my heart."

As he spoke, tears slid down his cheeks, hitting the ground drop by drop, splashing tiny dust.

Chen Jia frowned slightly, a trace of pity rising in her heart, but she still said firmly: "Wei Lang, I appreciate your concern, but what happened between us is over. Let's just treat the good times as a dream. We should all wake up from this dream and face reality."

There was determination in her eyes. She didn't want to give Wei Lang any false hope. A short pain is worse than a long one. She had to make him understand.

Wei Lang seemed to have not heard what Chen Jia said, and continued to talk to himself: "I found the best doctor for you and asked for all kinds of nourishing prescriptions. I ran to every pharmacy in the city just to find those precious medicinal materials. I worry about you every day, you know? I hope you can get better soon, just like before, we can walk in the garden together and talk about poetry and songs together."

As he spoke, he busied himself in the room, tidying up the medicine bowls on the table and placing them neatly. He then picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water for Chen Jia, and carefully handed it to her, "Drink some water, it's good for your body."

Chen Jia watched Wei Lang busying around, feeling somewhat touched, but more helpless.

"Wei Lang, I see all your efforts, but we can't go back. My heart no longer belongs to you. Feelings are not something that can be changed by hard work."

Her tone became more serious, trying to wake Wei Lang up. She knew that every rejection now was hurting Wei Lang's heart, but she couldn't hesitate any longer.

Wei Lang's body froze, and the movement of his hands stopped. He slowly turned around and looked at Chen Jia, his eyes full of pain, "Jia'er, why? Is our past relationship so worthless? Have you forgotten all the time we spent together, the laughter and sweetness? I know I did not do well in the past, but this time I am sincere. I can change for you, as long as you can give me another chance."

There was a hint of pleading in his voice and his eyes were full of desire, like the look of a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

Chen Jia took a deep breath, "Wei Lang, let the past be the past. Although those memories are beautiful, we have all changed. I just hope you can let it go and live your life well. You are an excellent person and deserve a better love, but that person is not me."

Her eyes did not waver at all, and she didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer.

Wei Lang became even more agitated. He walked a few steps to Chen Jia and said, "Jia'er, you can't be so cruel. I can't live without you. Without you, my life is meaningless. You are the most important person in my life and my only light in the darkness."

He knelt in front of Chen Jia, holding her hand, tears kept flowing, soaking Chen Jia's clothes. His hands trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of losing this last bit of contact.

Chen Jia pulled back her hand with force. "Wei Lang, don't do this. I've made it very clear. The person I love is not you, and I won't be in the future. You're only making us both more miserable. You should respect my choice and let yourself go."

There was a flash of impatience in her eyes, and she hoped Wei Lang would leave quickly. She knew that although her refusal was cruel, it was the best choice for them.

Wei Lang seemed to have lost all his strength and sat on the ground. His eyes were empty and he muttered to himself: "Why? Why is this happening? What am I not doing well enough?"

His heart was filled with despair, and the beautiful memories he once had were shattered like bubbles and dissipated into the air. He felt as if he had fallen into endless darkness and could not find a way out.

Chen Jia felt sorry for Wei Lang as she watched him suffer so much, but she knew that a short pain was better than a long one. "Wei Lang, you are a good person, and you deserve someone better. But that person is not me. Go away, and don't show up in front of me again. We should all look forward and start a new life."

Although her tone was cold, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She knew that this separation might make Wei Lang hate her, but she had no choice.

Wei Lang stood up slowly, his body swaying as if he would fall down at any moment. He looked at Chen Jia, his eyes full of a complex mixture of hatred and love, "Okay, Chen Jia, you are so cruel. I'm leaving, don't regret it later."

After saying that, he turned around and staggered away. His back looked so lonely, and every step was accompanied by the sound of heartbreak.

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang's departing back and breathed a sigh of relief, but she also felt a little melancholy. She knew that although her refusal hurt Wei Lang, it was the best choice for them.

She leaned on the bed, closed her eyes, and prayed silently in her heart that Wei Lang could get out of this dark period as soon as possible.

At the same time, in a remote abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, the surrounding weeds were overgrown. The tall weeds swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if the vengeful spirits here were whispering.

The dilapidated walls were covered with vines, and some places had collapsed, revealing the rotten wooden beams inside. The air was filled with a pungent smell of decay and dampness.

Chen Jue came here with a heart full of anger, his eyes burning with anger, as if he could turn everything into ashes. He was dressed in a black suit, his posture was as straight as a cheetah, ready to pounce on his prey at any time.

He looked at the murderer in front of him, a guy with a face full of flesh, who was cowering in a corner with fear in his eyes.

"You hurt my sister?"

Chen Jue's voice was low and cold, like the voice of judgment coming from hell. Every word carried a biting chill, echoing in this gloomy mansion.

The murderer looked horrified, but still pretended to be calm, "I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just a nobody, you got the wrong person."

His voice was trembling, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't dare to look Chen Jue in the eye.

Chen Jue sneered, "Humph, you still dare to quibble until now."

He took a step forward, as fast as lightning, and punched the murderer in the face. This punch contained all his anger, and the murderer fell to the ground, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and several teeth fell out.

Chen Jue walked forward, grabbed the murderer by the collar and lifted him up like a helpless chicken.

"Do you think you can get away with this? I'll make you pay for everything you've done."

There was ferocity in his eyes, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. His gaze pierced the murderer like a sword, as if he wanted to see through him.

The murderer sensed Chen Jue's murderous intent and began to beg for mercy, "Sir, please spare my life. I am only following orders. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of, so I can't help it."

His face was full of fear, with snot and tears mixed together, making him look miserable.

Chen Jue's eyes flashed with disdain, "On orders? No one can harm my sister under orders. Since you dare to do it, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

As he spoke, he threw the murderer to the ground with a dull thud. Chen Jue picked up a wooden stick beside him. The stick was thick and hard, with some rough texture on it.

Chen Jue waved the wooden stick and hit the murderer hard, again and again, and each hit was filled with his hatred for the murderer.

"Do you know how much pain my sister was in? You almost took her life. When she was struggling in pain on the hospital bed, did you ever feel a bit guilty?"

He had only one thought in his mind, which was to avenge his sister. Every time the stick fell, the murderer screamed, and the sound was particularly shrill in this abandoned house.

The murderer rolled on the ground in pain, trying to avoid Chen Jue's attack, but it was all in vain. His body was soon covered with bruises and wounds, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes red.

"Sir, please, forgive me. I really know I was wrong." His voice had become hoarse and his eyes were full of despair.

Chen Jue had no intention of stopping. His eyes had turned red, like a mad beast.

"Today is the day you die."

As he spoke, he continued to swing the stick, using all his strength in every blow. Chen Jue did not stop until the murderer stopped moving and his body collapsed in a pool of blood. He stood there, panting, his chest heaving violently, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

Chen Jue looked at the murderer's body, and his anger was slightly relieved, but he also knew that the conspiracy behind it had not been completely solved. He vowed to find out all the masterminds behind the scenes, let them all receive the punishment they deserve, and never let his sister suffer any harm again.

He threw down the stick, turned and left the bloody house, his figure looking particularly determined in the afterglow of the setting sun.