“But he’s also our elder brother.” Shen Shuyuan glared at him, pushed him aside, and called the bodyguard upstairs.

She would rather have someone else take Shen Jinmo to the hospital than let Shen Jiarui get any closer to Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jiarui, left standing there, felt wronged and indignant.

Shen Jinmo is his own brother, would he really beat him to death?

Shen Jiarui was too ashamed to go to the hospital, and Shen Shuyuan wouldn't let him go either.

He simply stayed in Shen Shuyuan's room, closed the door, and hid.

Disturbed, he sat down at Shen Shuyuan's desk, intending to play computer games for a while and wait for news from the hospital.

He discovered the computer was locked, but he didn't even know her password.

I don't know my computer password, nor my phone password.

Although they were boyfriend and girlfriend, he had never truly entered her life; his status as her boyfriend was even lower than that of Shen Jinmo, her older brother.

Shen Jiarui casually picked up a few books from the table, trying to pass the time.

As he turned the pages, he seemed to discover something extraordinary.

As the pages are turned, the images in the lower right corner of each page combine to form a scrolling picture.

The man in the painting looks familiar.

Like him.

No--

It wasn't him.

It seems to be the eldest brother.

Shen Jiarui didn't believe it at first, so he put down the book and picked up another one.

The same applies to other books.

You won't find the clues by just looking at each page; you can only discover them by scrolling the pages randomly with your fingertips.

Shen Jiarui refused to give up.

I got a different one.

I flipped through more than a dozen books in a row.

In each of the books on the table, there is a picture of the eldest brother, Shen Jinmo.

He threw the book on the table, leaned back in his chair, and burst out laughing.

He dared not think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

He has to trust his girlfriend.

He had to let her explain the truth herself.

Shen Jiarui picked up his car keys, left Cuizhu Garden, and chased after the car all the way to the hospital.

Shen Jinmo was rushed to the emergency room for treatment due to heart failure.

The old lady and Jiang Jingyu were both waiting outside.

Shen Jiarui pulled Shen Shuyuan away from outside the operating room.

"What are you doing? My brother is still being treated. Where are you taking me?"

Shen Shuyuan now wished she could tear Shen Jiarui to pieces on the spot.

It was because of his punch that Shen Jinmo was once again in mortal danger.

This was the first time Shen Jiarui had been so assertive towards Shen Shuyuan.

He dragged Shen Shuyuan to his car in the hospital parking lot, and the two of them sat in the back seat with the windows closed.

"Shuyuan, I just want to ask you. Do you love me?" Shen Jiarui asked her solemnly.

This was the last time he would ask that question; he only wanted to believe the answer he heard from her.

"At a time like this, you're still asking this question, Shen Jiarui. Do you have any conscience at all? You beat my brother so badly he's in the hospital, and he might die."

Shen Shuyuan didn't want to spend another second with him.

“If he dies, I’ll pay with my life. Right now, I just want you to answer this question.” Shen Jiarui grabbed her hand, preventing her from opening the doorknob.

Shen Shuyuan glared at him coldly, her eyes filled with venom, and forcefully pulled away Shen Jiarui's hand. "If you continue to act so unreasonably, I will break up with you."

separate.

What a terrifying word it was for him.

But compared to breaking up.

What frightened him even more was that Shen Shuyuan had never loved him.

The person she loved was always Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jiarui's gaze fell on Shen Shuyuan's left hand, where she was still wearing the Gothic Rose bracelet.

The custom-made one he gave her back then.

He suddenly had a bold conjecture.

To verify his idea, Shen Jiarui grabbed Shen Shuyuan's wrist, held the bracelet, and wanted to open it using the key.

Shen Shuyuan was disgusted by his tyrannical behavior and tried to pull her hands away from him.

The man's strength was clearly greater than the woman's; he gripped her wrist tightly and focused on entering the key.

This was the first time he had ever been so forceful with her.

After typing it out the first time.

The bracelet was not opened.

Shen Jiarui's face stiffened, and the hand he held in his hand, Shen Shuyuan's, turned icy cold.

He didn't believe he couldn't open it.

You must have made a mistake in your haste.

I tried two or three more times.

The result was the same.

He couldn't open the bracelet on her wrist.

This means that the bracelet wasn't actually given to her by him; the one she was wearing belonged to Shen Jinmo.

She previously said she put Shen Jinmo's one up for sale online.

It turns out that the one that was sold was the one he had given me.

But she always kept Shen Jinmo's one firmly on her wrist.

Unable to remove the bracelet from Shen Shuyuan's wrist, Shen Jiarui dejectedly lowered his hands, releasing himself from Shen Shuyuan's grasp.

Inside the carriage, all was quiet.

Like a silent showdown.

"How long have you liked him?" Shen Jiarui knew perfectly well that he was a complete clown right now, but he still wanted to ask clearly and die knowing why.

Shen Shuyuan's mind was entirely on the hospital's emergency room.

He had no desire to deal with Shen Jiarui anymore.

I don't want to pretend anymore, not even for a second.

"I've liked him for as long as you've liked me, maybe even longer," Shen Shuyuan admitted frankly and without any attempt to hide it.

Her words were like a merciless knife, stabbing into his heart, and she struck at the sharpest part of the blade.

Shen Jiarui turned his face away, his red eyes stinging with tears.

My nose is blocked, and I can't breathe. "Ha, so the saliva allergy is fake, right? Just so you don't want to kiss me?"

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