Dear, I'm Hurt

"Stop!"

Before the door had even closed, Si Guohua's voice came from behind him. "Where are you going? Come back!"

His tone was more overbearing than that of any domineering CEO.

Si Di awkwardly reopened the door. As he trudged back with his head hanging, he rolled his eyes and glared viciously at Qin Wei.

The moment he sat down, someone smacked his thigh.

Si Guohua frowned. "Do you have cataracts?"

"..."

Si Di reluctantly stopped rolling his eyes and pouted miserably at his mother, who had just come out of the kitchen.

Dad was not a good dad.

Mom, however, was a good mom.

Si Di's mother, Zheng Shu, walked over with a smile. She gave Si Guohua's arm a token slap and chided, "Our son finally came home for once. If you hurt him, I won't let you off. All right, go help me bring out the dishes."

Si Guohua was dragged into the kitchen by Zheng Shu.

Once they had gone inside, Si Di abruptly turned his head, giving him a Zhen Huan turning-back glance.

"Qin Dog, what are you doing here?!"

Qin Wei still wore that lofty expression as he answered coolly, "Uncle Si called and asked me to come."

The two families lived right across the hall from each other.

Si Di pointed at the door with his chin and rudely tried to throw him out. "Get out already! What, you don't have food at home? Want me to buy you two bags of dog food? We just finished cursing each other out this afternoon, and now you're at my house tonight. Did you come here to eat? No, you came here to make me miserable and show off!"

Qin Wei frowned. "Si Di, are you sick or something?"

"Yeah! I'm sick, and it's contagious. If you stay for dinner, you'll catch it immediately!"

Si Di had already decided to go all in.

"What contagious disease?"

Si Guohua came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food.

Si Di froze. His attempt at changing expressions was not very successful, and his features gradually twisted.

Si Guohua shot him a disgusted glance, then turned warmly toward Qin Wei and waved him over. "Xiao Wei, come eat."

Look at that.

His real dad was worse than a stepdad.

Si Di's face turned livid with anger. He unwillingly walked over, picked up his chopsticks, and viciously jabbed them into his bowl twice.

The entire meal was incredibly stifling.

Si Guohua still could not shake his old habit. He praised Qin Wei as if there were no one like him in heaven or on earth, then pressed Si Di into the dirt and ground him down mercilessly.

Only after the meal did Si Guohua say, "Xiao Wei, I know all about what happened this afternoon. Si Di has something wrong with his brain, so don't lower yourself to his level."

"Mm, it's fine. I didn't take it to heart at all."

Qin Wei answered with a perfectly proper air.

Pah. More like a dog pretending to be human.

Si Di could not stand watching any longer. Sourly, he said, "You two keep being all lovey-dovey. This rebellious son will take his leave first. Goodbye, sayonara."

With that, he turned and left.

The moment he stepped outside, Qin Wei's parents happened to open their door across the hall.

Si Di was already feeling miserable, so he listlessly called out, "Uncle Qin, Aunt Qin."

Qin Wei's father was the quintessential kind and loving dad. He glanced through the crack in the door behind Si Di and immediately understood what had happened. He hurried over, took Si Di by the arm, and asked, "Did your dad yell at you again?"

It would have been better if he had said nothing. The more he spoke, the more wronged Si Di felt.

The tip of his nose stung.

Tears swirled in his eyes.

Qin Wei's father patted his shoulder sympathetically and said to the Si Guohua who had come out, "Old Si, you handled this all wrong. Why are you, an elder, meddling in the kids' affairs?"

Oh, no.

Si Di was the type who could take harsh words but not kindness.

Being scolded was no big deal, but being comforted made him fall apart.

A twenty-one-year-old man had his pride. Before the tears could fall, Si Di took off running.

He ran down four flights of stairs without stopping.

Who knew which inconsiderate person had left a bicycle right in front of the entrance?

He could not stop in time as he ran down and crashed straight into it. The knee exposed through his black ripped jeans was scraped open.

Fuck.

Disaster had fallen from the sky. Even heaven was bullying him!

Si Di felt even more aggrieved.

He viciously kicked the bicycle twice, then picked it up and dragged it to the side where it would not be in anyone's way.

Before he could set it down properly, Qin Wei came out of the building.

The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, and his suit jacket was draped over his arm.

When his deep gaze fell on the wound on Si Di's leg, he paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled in a way that was hard to read.

Hard to read = kicking him while he was down = heartless bastard.

Si Di glared at him furiously. "We're both twenty-three already, and you're still tattling like a kid. Is that fun for you?"

"I didn't say anything. It was trending online. It's not like Uncle Si couldn't see it. If you don't want to be lectured, then act normal. Stop going crazy for no reason."

Qin Wei spoke coldly and strode toward his car. As he passed Si Di, he stopped again, glanced at the injury on his leg, and said without emotion, "Do fewer guilty things, and you won't have bloody disasters like this in the future."

"???"

Si Di had been bottling up his anger all night.

He had not wanted to make a fuss anymore, but after being inexplicably told that, his brows immediately drew together again.

Si Di grabbed Qin Wei. "Who are you calling guilty?"

Qin Wei did not speak, but the provocative look in his eyes said it all.

Two seconds of silence passed.

Unable to endure it any longer, Si Di gave a cold laugh and swung his fist at Qin Wei's face.

Qin Wei reacted quickly too, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

He was seven centimeters taller than Si Di.

Those seven centimeters gave him every advantage in a fight.

The two had fought who knew how many times since childhood. After getting beaten up a few times, Si Di had come to understand one truth.

Sometimes, you did not need to be so rigid about gender.

It was not only women who could pinch, scratch, and claw. As long as you could win, the process did not matter.

With his wrist caught, Si Di reacted on instinct and reached up to grab a fistful of Qin Wei's hair.

His slicked-back hair was especially easy to grab.

But the next second, Qin Wei tightened his grip on Si Di's wrist and twisted his arm behind his back like he was restraining a criminal.

One of Si Di's hands was pinned behind his back, while the other gripped Qin Wei's hair without letting go. His body arched backward like a shrimp.

His waist was being pushed to its limit!

Qin Wei said coldly, "Let go."

"I won't!"

Si Di gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let's go down together! Break my arm, and I'll rip all your hair out! Come on, hurt each other!"

Qin Wei frowned and added a little more force to his grip.

Si Di bent farther backward, and his spine cracked loudly.

Qin Wei said, "Are you letting go or not?"

"No! I won't!"

Si Di was already getting short of breath.

This position was fucking unbearable!

His head was deprived of oxygen, and his strength was steadily fading.

Just as he was about to give out, an auntie from the neighborhood committee happened to pass by after finishing her square dancing. She grabbed one of them in each hand and pulled them apart.

The auntie looked utterly shocked. "Aren't you the two celebrity kids from the fourth floor? Why are you fighting? A close neighbor is better than a distant relative. Harmony is precious in all things."

Si Di held his waist. "I can get along with anyone except a dog!"

Qin Wei's expression was awful. He ground out "Psycho," then turned and stormed off in frustration.

Only after he had gone far away did Si Di's stiffly straight back finally slump.

He took out his phone and opened WeChat.

[Little Si Invincible: Sob sob sob]

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