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

The sun shone on the bustling streets, as if broken gold covered the road, shining brightly. The carriage that Chen Jia was riding in slowly drove towards the venue of the banquet - Jinhua Tower.

The carriage is exquisitely decorated, with delicate and intricate carvings on the body. Every line seems to tell of the craftsman's ingenuity. In the sunlight, the carvings exude a warm and charming luster.

The car was covered with soft brocade cushions, which felt cool and smooth to the touch. Chen Jia sat in it, slightly adjusting the hem of her skirt.

The skirt was made of the finest silk, in bright and soft colors, and embroidered with delicate floral designs. The petals were gorgeous and the branches and leaves were lifelike, swaying gently with her movements, as if dancing in the wind.

This banquet is an annual grand gathering of the city's prominent families. Its high standards and large number of guests make it a grand event in the city.

As the head of the Duke's Mansion, Chen Jia naturally received an invitation. She didn't want to socialize too much at these occasions. The trivial greetings and fake social interactions made her feel bored, but she had to come for the sake of her family's reputation.

The Duke's Mansion holds a vital position in the city. Her every move represents the image of the family. This responsibility is like a heavy mountain pressing on her shoulders.

The carriage stopped in front of Jinhua Tower, and the driver respectfully lowered the pedal. Chen Jia slowly got off the carriage with the help of her maid. She looked up and saw Jinhua Tower towering tall, with carved beams and painted buildings showing luxury, and the flying eaves and brackets seemed to be about to take off, so magnificent.

The entrance was already filled with guests who had come to the banquet, with elegant clothes and cheerful laughter interweaving together, as if it were a grand fireworks show on earth.

Chen Jia had just stepped into Jinhua Building and was about to look for a familiar figure to find some comfort in this unfamiliar social scene, when she suddenly heard a slightly hoarse but familiar and unforgettable voice: "Chen Jia..."

She turned around and saw Yang Xiu standing not far away. He looked very shabby today, with messy hair scattered on his shoulders, like a bunch of weeds ravaged by a storm, lifeless.

His clothes were also wrinkled, and the wrinkles seemed to hide his fatigue and vicissitudes of life from wandering, as if they had not been taken care of for a long time.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and loneliness, like two deep pools of stagnant water. But the moment he saw Chen Jia, a ray of light miraculously lit up in them. That light was like a candle in the dark night, faint but blazing.

Chen Jia frowned slightly, with a complex and indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

Memories of the past flooded into her mind like a tide, the sweetness and pain, expectations and disappointments of the past intertwined. She approached Yang Xiu and whispered, "Young Master Yang, long time no see, what are you doing..."

Yang Xiu looked at Chen Jia, his eyes full of affection and reluctance. His gaze was so inseparable that it seemed as if he wanted to imprint her figure deeply in the depths of his soul.

His lips trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of words struggling in his throat, but he could not say them. After a long while, he choked and said, "Chen Jia, how are you doing now? I... I heard that you have married Chen Jue, I... wish you all the best."

Although his voice was hoarse, like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty, making a dry and dull sound, every word was filled with inner pain and struggle, as if dripping with blood.

Chen Jia's heart moved slightly, and the painful memories of being hurt by him instantly hurt her heart.

She straightened her back, her posture as firm as a pine tree, and looked directly at Yang Xiu, saying, "Young Master Yang, don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say such things in your current state? You left so resolutely before, why do you have to give me a false blessing now?"

Yang Xiu lowered his head and showed a bitter smile on his face. That smile was uglier than crying, full of self-mockery and regret: "I know I was wrong, Chen Jia. These days I have been wandering around, going through hardships, like a rootless duckweed drifting in the wind and rain. Only then did I realize that you are the most important person in my heart. But now, everything is too late."

Chen Jia snorted softly, with a hint of disdain and determination in her voice: "Young Master Yang, let the past be the past. I am living a good life with Chen Jue now. He treats me very well, like the warm spring sun, gently and firmly protecting me. I am also very satisfied. This kind of happiness is real and down-to-earth."

At this moment, the guests around cast curious glances at him, and those glances were like thorns in his back, making Chen Jia feel very uncomfortable.

She didn't want to dwell on it any longer, so as not to become a topic of conversation after dinner, so she turned around and left.

At this time, Wei Lang also walked into Jinhua Tower. He was wearing a moon-white long gown that fluttered in the wind. He was as tall and straight as a bamboo, with a handsome face, but a hint of melancholy between his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, like a faint dark cloud covering the bright stars.

He saw Chen Jia at a glance, and was about to go up to say hello, but he heard the conversation between Chen Jia and Yang Xiu. Especially when he heard Chen Jia say that she and Chen Jue were living a good life and wanted to have a child, his heart suddenly hurt, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and he could hardly breathe.

Wei Lang slowly walked up to Chen Jia and looked at her with complicated eyes. There was deep affection, painful struggle, and a hint of unwillingness that was hard to accept in his eyes.

"Chen Jia, are you really so happy? Do you still remember the friendship we once had? Can you easily forget the time we spent together?"

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang and sighed in her heart, the sigh seemed to express helplessness and determination. She knew Wei Lang's feelings for her, but she had already made up her mind to spend her life with Chen Jue.

She said calmly, "Master Wei, of course I remember. But matters of the heart are like the dead, they are gone and there is no going back. Now I just hope to live a good life with Chen Jue, have children, and accompany each other for life. This is my choice and my destination."

Wei Lang's face turned slightly pale, like paper. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions: "Chen Jia, are you going to give up our relationship so easily? I don't believe it. I always thought you had me in your heart. I have met you in my dreams countless times, but those beautiful dreams have now become the cruelest torture."

Chen Jia shook her head, her movements gentle but firm: "Master Wei, you are wrong. I may have had feelings for you in the past, but that is only in the past. Now I am a married woman, and my heart belongs only to Chen Jue. You should also let go of the past and look for your own happiness. Don't let past feelings constrain your future."

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia's determined eyes, and the hope in his heart gradually shattered, like bubbles dissipating in the sun. His eyes were full of disappointment and pain, and the pain seemed to drown him: "Chen Jia, you have such a cruel heart. How can you erase me from your heart so easily?"

Chen Jia felt a little reluctant, but she knew that a short pain is worse than a long one. She said softly, "Master Wei, I'm sorry. I hope you can get over it soon. Life is long, and you will definitely meet someone more suitable."

After saying that, Chen Jia no longer paid attention to Wei Lang and Yang Xiu, and walked straight towards the banquet hall.

She felt a little heavy-hearted. Although she had firmly chosen Chen Jue, she could not help but feel a ripple in her heart when facing someone she had emotional entanglements with. Those memories followed her like a shadow, constantly circling in her mind.

After entering the hall, Chen Jia tried to forget the unpleasantness just now and greeted other guests with a forced smile. She had a smile on her face, which was like a mask, beautiful but lacking in sincerity.

She behaved elegantly and every move was just right, showing the demeanor of a lady from the Duke's Mansion. But deep in her heart, she was constantly thinking about the true meaning of love.

She knew very well that her love for Chen Jue was real and deep, and she would not waver no matter what difficulties and temptations she encountered.

This love is like a big tree rooted in the heart, with lush branches and leaves, and indestructible.

Halfway through the banquet, a noble lady walked up to Chen Jia with a smile on her face. In that smile was a hint of gossip and curiosity: "Madam Chen, I heard that you and Mr. Chen have been in love since you got married. It's really enviable. I wonder when I can hear the news of your pregnancy?"

Chen Jia was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words, this matter depends on fate."