Song Jiaxi was almost in tears. How could he hurt his brother? Such a good brother, the only brother who would protect him, how could he bear to hurt him? He would rather hurt himself than hurt him.
"Calm down first." Ruan Bei didn't expect Song Jiaxi to suddenly break down. His eyes were red and tears were about to fall. At first glance, it looked like Ruan Bei had done something too outrageous and made him cry.
He handed Song Jiaxi a tissue and waited quietly for him to calm down.
Because he didn't leave immediately or say anything else to provoke him, Song Jiaxi gradually calmed down, rubbed her eyes, and repeated softly but firmly, "I won't hurt you."
Ruan Bei had thought it over carefully, and was not moved by Song Jiaxi's words.
He propped his chin on his hand and looked straight at Song Jiaxi: "I have a question for you."
“Brother, ask away, I’ll tell you everything I know,” Song Jiaxi said immediately.
"If...if it wasn't me who saved you that day, but Lu Sibai, what would you do? Would you treat Lu Sibai the way you treated me? Would you stand by his side without hesitation? Would you disregard good and evil, right and wrong, and target and bully me without any scruples, or even go further?"
Song Jiaxi stood frozen in place for a while before shaking her head violently: "No, it can't be like that. Lu Sibai is so bad, he would never save me. I would never do anything bad to my brother, I would never bully my brother!"
fraud.
Ruan Bei's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly felt somewhat bored.
“Brother…” Song Jiaxi keenly sensed that Ruan Bei’s mood had suddenly soured and called out to him timidly.
Ruan Bei didn't respond. He lowered his head and took a sip of lemonade. The sour taste made him frown.
"Brother..." Song Jiaxi called out softly again, fidgeting with his fingers as he tried to find a topic to talk about: "Brother, would you like to try the milk tea here? This place has—"
"No need." Ruan Bei interrupted him coldly, raised her head, and her expression returned to calm.
“Song Jiaxi, what you just said was just your speculation. How do you know Lu Sibai won’t save you? And…”
He paused for a moment: "If I were a bad person, and I asked you to kill someone, to kill Lu Sibai, would you do it?"
Song Jiaxi stared at him blankly for a while, then he suddenly smiled: "Yes, I will. I said I would do anything you asked me to do, brother. If you don't like Lu Sibai, I will kill him. Don't be upset, brother."
Ruan Bei was not moved; in fact, he felt a chill run through him, and a faint, fishy smell seemed to waft into his nostrils.
He looked directly into Song Jiaxi's innocent and naive face. His eyes were innocent and clear, like a clean and pure young boy.
"You're sick." Ruan Bei gulped down a mouthful of lemon water to suppress the nausea in his chest.
Song Jiaxi looked like a puppy that had been kicked, hanging her head dejectedly and looking pitifully at Ruan Bei.
Ruan Bei had considered that talking to Song Jiaxi might not be easy, but the reality was even worse than he had imagined. This little madman had a serious mental illness, and talking to him was like a form of mental pollution, making people very uncomfortable.
But the situation is clearly already very serious. If Song Jiaxi is not dealt with this time, things will become even more difficult in the future.
Ruan Bei tried to calm himself down. After finishing a glass of lemonade, Song Jiaxi eagerly ordered him another one.
After the waiters had walked away, Ruan Bei tried to speak in a calm voice: "Song Jiaxi, when I say you're sick, I'm not insulting you. I genuinely believe you have a mental illness."
"Huh?" Song Jiaxi looked at him blankly. After a while, he suddenly became happy: "My dad said the same thing. You're so amazing, brother."
Ruan Bei: "..."
"What else did your dad say?"
Song Jiaxi was delighted that Ruan Bei asked him questions, and he answered them all: "She even hired a psychologist for me!"
"You've seen a psychologist?" Ruan Bei was astonished. If this was the state of someone who had seen a psychologist, then just how severe was his mental illness before?
“No…” Song Jiaxi’s head drooped, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Ruan Bei: “I hate that person, so I drove him away.”
"Why?" Ruan Bei asked.
"Huh? What?" Song Jiaxi didn't quite understand.
Why do people dislike psychologists? Is it because they feel they are not sick?
Song Wanzhou also wanted to know the answer to this question, but Song Jiaxi refused to communicate, so he had no way of knowing the reason.
From the conversation, he realized that Ruan Bei was actually better than he had imagined; he was guiding Song Jiaxi and trying to keep him from losing control.
“Because…” Song Jiaxi thought carefully for a moment and answered seriously, “Because I feel it’s unnecessary, that person is annoying. He was invited by my dad. My dad said it was for my own good, but he lied to me. He has many, many sons. He only brought me back because those sons were ruined. He never cared about me when I was bullied before. Only my brother would protect me. I don’t want to listen to him.”
Song Jiaxi completely forgot that his phone was still connected to his father's call, and spoke without any restraint. The CEO on the other end was quite provoked, as if Song Jiaxi had stabbed him in the heart.
Yes, he's a womanizer, irresponsible, and has a bunch of sons. He never cared about Song Jiaxi before, but feelings develop over time. Of all his sons, Song Jiaxi is the one he's devoted the most attention to, and the one he can't let go of the most now.
Ruan Bei was at a loss for words. Song Jiaxi was too stubborn, or rather, his emotions were too intense and singular, intolerant of impurities.
It is also too desolate and tragic. Once any emotion crosses the line, it will either be profound and unforgettable, or it will brew disaster.
Song Jiaxi, unfortunately, was the latter.
By chance, Song Jiaxi recognized his kindness as selfless and pure, so she placed all her affections on him.
But Ruan Bei couldn't afford it.
At this moment, Ruan Bei felt lost and powerless. He couldn't persuade Song Jiaxi; he only listened to what Song Jiaxi wanted to hear. His illness was not good, and he could never understand Ruan Bei's worries.
There's a knot between them, which is Ruan Bei's past life. If he didn't have the memories of his past life, Ruan Bei might really have taken him to see a psychologist, taken care of him, protected him, and helped him gradually find himself and become a better person.
But Song Jiaxi doesn't remember.
He didn't remember the harm he had caused Ruan Bei, but Ruan Bei couldn't forget it and ultimately held a grudge in his heart.
He sat there blankly, his deeply shocked expression not only frightening Song Jiaxi, who kept glancing at him, but even Qin Gu, who was watching him from afar, stood up and prepared to walk over.
Ruan Bei snapped out of his daze, waved to Qin Gu, and indicated that he was alright.
After Qin Gu sat back down, Ruan Bei looked at Song Jiaxi again. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then... what do you want me to do?"
Song Jiaxi felt that he was stupid and often couldn't understand what his brother was saying, but he didn't want his brother to think he was stupid, because his brother liked children who did well in their studies.
He pretended to understand, lowering his eyelashes and obediently replying, "I don't need you to do anything, brother."
“Song Jiaxi, don’t lie to me.” Ruan Bei looked at him quietly: “I’ll only ask you this once, what do you want me to do? You’ve been chasing after me relentlessly, doing so many things, what kind of response do you expect from me? What do you want me to do to you?”
Song Jiaxi was stunned for a while before realizing that this seemed like a pleasant surprise. He opened his mouth, and under Ruan Beiwen's gentle and encouraging gaze, he tentatively expressed his wish: "I want... I want my brother to smile at me..."
"laugh?"
“Yeah, just like you do to him.” Song Jiaxi pouted at Qin Gu, her tone tinged with jealousy: “Brother, you smile so happily at him, I want you to smile at me too.”
Ruan Bei was silent for a moment: "No, he is my boyfriend, he is unique to me, I can't smile at you like I do at him."
"Oh, then, you can laugh however you want..." Song Jiaxi secretly glanced at Qin Gu. So he wasn't her brother's friend, but his boyfriend?
Ruan Bei composed himself and gave Song Jiaxi a gentle smile: "Is this alright?"
"Y-yes!" Song Jiaxi's face turned red with excitement. He hadn't expected his brother to actually grant his request.
"Anything else? Just a smile is enough," Ruan Bei continued to ask.
"Can we still bring it up?" Song Jiaxi was so surprised she didn't know what to do.
“Yes, I can still lift it.” Ruan Bei’s smile remained unchanged, quiet and gentle. Song Jiaxi looked at him with a silly grin, as if she had drunk honey.
"I miss my brother, hug me." He took it a step further, feeling that he had gone too far, but he was also too happy.
Ruan Bei stood up and opened his arms. Song Jiaxi even hesitated for a moment before cautiously approaching.
Ruan Bei took a step forward and hugged Song Jiaxi. He thought he would hate it, find it hard to accept, and try to endure it.
He loathed physical contact with Song Jiaxi, disliked swimming, and even hated taking baths, as it reminded him of the despair and helplessness of being held down in a swimming pool and nearly suffocating.
But then he saw Qin Gu, sitting there with a focused gaze, his eyes fixed solely on him. His mere presence made Ruan Bei feel incredibly safe.
If it had been Kunkun standing on the shore back then, he would never have experienced such pain.
The moment he let go of her arm, Ruan Bei couldn't help but smile at Song Jiaxi's joyful yet suspicious smile.
It wasn't the smile I gave to agree to Song Jiaxi's request, but a genuine smile from the heart, a smile of relief.
Those wounds will eventually leave him; he has been reborn.
“Brother.” Song Jiaxi’s voice was joyful and sweet. He looked at Ruan Bei, as happy as a child.
Ruan Bei smiled at him and said, "Song Jiaxi, I've fulfilled your two requests, so how about you grant me two requests in return?"
Song Jiaxi nodded vigorously. Let alone two, if there were such a good thing as today, he would be willing to have two hundred or two thousand!
"My first request is for you to listen to your father, see a psychologist, and get your mental illness treated."
“Okay, I will listen to you. I will contact that doctor as soon as I get back. I will never lose my temper with him again. I will take good care of myself.” Song Jiaxi agreed readily.
My brother is such a good person. He cares about him a lot, and the requests he makes are all for his own good. My brother is so kind.
"You can't just talk the talk; you have to walk the walk," Ruan Bei said, seemingly still worried.
"I can do it, really, you can check if you don't believe me." Song Jiaxi was afraid he wouldn't believe her, so she kept assuring him.
Ruan Bei didn't respond to his words, lowering her eyes: "My second request is that you do your best to forget me."
Song Jiaxi froze, her smile frozen on her face, staring blankly at him.
"Don't pay attention to me anymore, don't think about me, don't do anything for me. Go read, study, make friends, travel, fall in love, do whatever you want to do, as long as it has nothing to do with me."
"Goodbye, Song Jiaxi. This is my greatest hope for you. I hope you can forget me, and I should have forgotten you long ago."
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