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Shen Sixian lived a lonely and miserable life.

That's why we become exceptionally foolish and cautious when we want to love and feel love.

What kind of person is he exactly?

In fact, even Shen Sixian himself wasn't entirely clear about it.

From childhood to adulthood, even Shen Sixian himself only knew what kind of person he was from what others said.

" Sixian is mature; although he is still young, he is a very reassuring child."

In my childhood, I faced strict family rules, parental expectations, heavy schoolwork, and endless comparisons.

The burden, as heavy as a mountain, weighed on Shen Sixian, who was only a few years old. It didn't make him feel suffocated, except for those few short hours when he was curled up in bed.

Shen Sixian's days are spent in a routine of busy work.

"Like father, like son. He truly deserves to be called the future heir of the Shen Family; the younger generation is indeed formidable."

After reaching adulthood, Shen Sixian had to complete his studies but also gradually become involved in and infiltrated his family's businesses.

There are many people with the surname Shen in the family, and they are all eyeing the opportunity.

They dealt with their father, and the way he looked at them was like looking at a lion cub that hadn't yet grown up behind a lion—a mixture of scrutiny and mockery.

Shen Sixian hated that kind of look.

But not long after, his father brought home another person from outside.

A cowardly and silent illegitimate child.

He remembered his parents having a huge fight, which turned their already loving marriage into a complete estrangement.

He stood on the battlefield where the smoke had cleared, together with his younger brother, a complete stranger yet bound by blood, in the silent darkness, neither of them uttering a word.

But at this moment, Shen Sixian wasn't thinking about a broken family, or that her parents' love would be divided among others.

After years of exposure to this culture, what came to his mind was...

Should I argue with this person? Can he even win?

This question didn't bother Shen Sixian for long, because Shen Shuangjian, having been sent away to complete her studies, rarely returned home.

His parents gradually compromised, maintaining their fragile marriage while feigning affection.

Then, the year he graduated from university, he was twenty-two years old.

His parents died in a plane crash, but the large family did not crumble; he was the only one standing on the edge of the precipice.

Many people wanted to take advantage of him and tear a piece of his flesh off.

Many people were testing his ability to shoulder great responsibilities, and others wanted to seize power.

From that time onward, Shen Sixian's personality became increasingly extreme in other people's descriptions.

"Like a wolf cub, quick and ruthless in its attacks."

"He's even more ruthless than his father, and has almost no weaknesses."

"Completely devoid of any regard for family ties, utterly ruthless towards even one's own relatives."

"Every word is precious; he controls everything; he never compromises, never backs down, and is cold-blooded to the core."

In the past, Shen Sixian treated everyone in the family equally, regardless of whether they had a good relationship or not, or whether anyone wanted to cause trouble.

At twenty-four, he devoured everything.

He completely turned the Shen Family into his personal fiefdom.

In the same year, Shen Shuangjian returned to the Shen Residence to live permanently after completing his studies. Shen Sixian neither drove him away nor considered harming him.

There are many reasons, but they are also quite simple.

Seeing that he posed no threat to him, and considering that he was of the Shen Family bloodline and that he was now the head of the Shen Family family, Shen Shuangjian knew he could afford to support so many useless parasites, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

Until he figured out what to do with Shen Shuangjian, let's just continue living our lives in this indifferent and mundane way.

Shen Sixian is always very busy.

He had to go to the company every day and travel all over the country for business. Although they lived in the same house, Shen Sixian rarely saw Shen Shuangjian.

Until one day, just before the start of an international conference, he received a call from the hospital.

She said Shen Shuangjian that he was in the hospital and needed him to sign something.

Shen Sixian, who hadn't yet adjusted to being someone else's guardian, reflexively resisted.

What's it to him?

What does this have to do with him?

Why should he have the authority to interfere?

He clearly never agreed to Shen Shuangjian becoming his family from the very beginning.

This happened quickly.

When Shen Sixian saw Shen Shuangjian again, it was already early spring with a chill in the air.

For the first time, in what he considered to be his enclosed territory, he saw a disobedient and frail boy.

He was thin and pale, like a silent and still porcelain vase with blurred patterns, unadorned and precarious, ready to shatter at the slightest push.

He seems to be really dying.

Shen Sixian admitted that this was his only thought at the time.

Weary and on the verge of collapse, at the end of the road, we suppress our fear and calmly await the final judgment.

Remembering the phone number he had forgotten, Shen Sixian felt a rare, slight pang of guilt.

When he was shivering from the cold, a coat was draped over him.

What kind of person is Shen Shuangjian?

Shen Sixian had no recollection of it, but on that day, he spontaneously draped a fragile cloak over him.

There was an extra person at the table, and it seemed quite quiet.

It turns out there are people in this world who, even without pretending at a banquet, can eat food in such an unpalatable way.

Slow, light, difficult.

Watching him eat, I could taste nothing; it was like chewing wax.

So Shen Sixian, who was used to being labeled, started to habitually label Shen Shuangjian as well.

Fragile, delicate, and taciturn.

They have absolutely no connection to children from wealthy or prestigious families.

For a period of time afterward, Shen Sixian was tripped up by the name Shen Shuangjian many times.

He admitted that he was a giver who controlled and protected everything.

When he heard that Shen Shuangjian an accident, he prepared to collect his body.

When he realized he had been deceived by Shen Shuangjian, he felt angry and resentful.

He began to reminisce, savoring the peace and tranquility of the past.

Shen Sixian didn't want change; he hoped everything would remain the same, ideally maintaining the status quo.

But Shen Shuangjian was really difficult to deal with when she got angry.

He silently confronted himself, neither sharp nor smooth, neither resilient nor tenacious.

If Shen Sixian wanted to, he might have a million ways to make Shen Shuangjian compromise.

What kind of despair and sorrow would he display?

Shen Sixian thought about it, and he found that it wasn't so hard to accept after all.

It's just sadness and grief; it's not scary, at least not for Shen Sixian.

But Shen Shuangjian to be really about to die.

Shen Sixian could sense that his tension and exhaustion had reached a critical point.

If I were to push him further, I might really drive him to his death.

Helpless, I had to compromise.

For the first time, Shen Sixian experienced this emotion in someone else.

"Brother, we don't necessarily have to be family."

"Brother, I will not go back with you."

"Brother, I really don't need it."

"Brother..."

The Shen Residence has become very strange, and so has Shen Sixian.

In the magnificent yet cold mansion, a soft and delicate person has appeared, so even this home that once filled Shen Sixian with fear in his midnight dreams has become something to cherish.

There are always endless books and blankets in front of the sofa rug.

There's always one extra person at the restaurant table who eats very slowly and with great difficulty.

Endless phone calls, countless troubles to deal with, endless worries, and a man who's always watching but you can't get rid of him.

Until the prefix of those words became "older brother," which was both intimate and tinged with a tentative distance.

The wind was strong that night, and the body in his arms was cold. Shen Sixian cupped his face, but once again felt a tense despair emanating from Shen Shuangjian.

He clutched himself tightly, his voice trembling, and said helplessly and desperately, "I'm scared."

Fragile, delicate, stubborn, resilient, gentle, kind, calm, reserved—countless labels and feelings gradually converge at this moment, forming the three words "Shen Shuangjian" written in bold strokes.

How can someone be so pathetic and laughable?

Forced into a corner, they still passively accept their fate and conceal their sharpness.

On that very day, Shen Sixian finally and tragically discovered that this world was indeed so unfair.

He, like Shen Shuangjian, was a victim.

Even though Shen Shuangjian never cared about him, he still wanted to care about Shen Shuangjian. Even though Shen Shuangjian Shen Shuangjian n't love him, he still wanted to love her.

This was inherently unfair, but Shen Sixian still compromised.

He no longer wanted to insist on confrontation, nor did he want to remain silent in resistance. He was willing to admit that he loved Shen Shuangjian, and loved her so naturally.

Shen Shuangjian and Shen Zhizhi two characters is like heaven and earth.

Shen Shuangjian cold and distant.

Shen Zhizhi was gentle and affectionate.

But whether it was Shuangjian or Zhizhi, Shen Sixian was willing to hold his hand and stay where they were, leaning on each other.

Because whether it's Shen Sixian or Shen Shuangjian, they are actually the same; they have both been stubbornly walking down this cold road for far too long.

Another winter has arrived.

Shen Shuangjian twenty-four years old that year, while Shen Sixian twenty-seven.

That same year, Shen Shuangjian had her first argument with Xie Jinghui, or rather, Shen Shuangjian unilaterally chose not to talk to Xie Jinghui.

Shen Sixian knew the reason very well.

Recently, a young man has appeared by Shen Shuangjian's side out of nowhere. He is a foreign nobleman whose family has the legal right to mint coins in the local state.

This person is outstanding, handsome, of high social standing, well-educated and cultured. He is young, passionate, and offers many opportunities for personal gain.

He could even help the Shen Family expand their interests abroad to a higher level.

He visited Shen Sixian many times, and they always had pleasant conversations.

Conversely, Xie Jinghui was only thirty years old when he married Shen Shuangjian. Without the many obstacles, it also meant that his passion for Shen Shuangjian might have faded.

Now, with spies within and powerful enemies without, Xie Jinghui internal and external troubles, making him easily paranoid.

After he ruined Shen Shuangjian's plans to go out for the third time, the slow-witted Shen Shuangjian finally realized, with the prompting of others, the possibility that Xie Jinghui suspected him of infidelity.

Shen Sixian had no intention of taking the opportunity to dump Xie Jinghui.

But he was happy to see Xie Jinghui suffer a loss and be humiliated, looking like he had no way to express his suffering.

Xie Jinghui tried to ingratiate himself with Shen Sixian, hinting that he should speak on Shen Shuangjian, but Shen Sixian wanted to keep at it and ignored him coldly.

Around the same time, Chris, the boy who made Xie Jinghui feel inferior, visited the Shen Family again.

His purpose this time was very clear and straightforward.

He hoped Shen Sixian support him, get Xie Jinghui to Shen Shuangjian, and then try to match him up with Shen Shuangjian.

"Mr. Shen, I hope you can grant my wish. I'm willing to give up everything I have to be with Shuangjian. Just say the word."

Shen Sixian maintained a polite, indifferent smile until he finished speaking, then quietly instructed the servant to brew a cup of tea that hadn't been touched since the year before last.

With steady, even fingers, Shen Sixian pushed the full cup of tea towards him.

"You can try some Baihao Yinzhen (Silver Needle White Tea)."

Chris didn't want tea, and he repeated with a wry smile, "Mr. Shen..."

Shen Sixian raised his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over him. "Does Shuangjian know anything about what you're saying?"

Chris was stunned.

Shen Sixian: "You've been making things difficult for Xie Jinghui both openly and secretly, and now you've come to me for help. Are you trying to tell me that Xie Jinghui isn't a good match, and that I should let Shuangjian be with you, right?"

Chris vaguely sensed something was wrong, but slowly nodded. " Xie Jinghui can give you, I can give you too. I'm willing to stay here for Shuangjian, Mr. Shen..."

"Excuse me."

Shen Sixian chuckled and interrupted him, "Why are you telling me that if Shuangjian is willing, then I have nothing to say? But right now, it seems you're discussing with me taking Shuangjian back from someone and giving her to you?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but what do you take him for, and what do you take me for?"

Shen Sixian leaned forward, his fingers touching the rim of the glass, a disdainful smile on his face, "I wonder if you've heard of it."

With a slight flick of the finger, the teacup tipped over, spilling strong tea all over the floor, leaving a mess that could not be recovered.

There's an old saying in the East: "A full cup of tea is a must when seeing a guest off."

"Mr. Chris, Xie Jinghui has taken three years and still hasn't made me truly believe in him, but at least for now, I think that, besides me, no one can compare to Xie Jinghui in love."

"So."

Shen Sixian nodded, his words blunt. "You can leave now. I don't agree to your proposal."

Shen Shuangjian was angry with Xie Jinghui because of the scheming of this handsome foreign boy.

Using Shen Shuangjian's knife, he beheaded Xie Jinghui.

Well thought out.

However, Shen Sixian disliked him.

Even Xie Jinghui, a born businessman skilled in calculation, never considered using cunning tactics when Shen Shuangjian weak and helpless with no one behind her.

"My younger brother is frail and unfit to receive guests, Mr. Chris. I hope you can stay away from him in the future and not bother him anymore."

After dealing with Chris, Shen Sixian came to the main hall from the side hall and Shen Shuangjian sitting on the sofa, watching TV with a heavy heart.

Or perhaps he was daydreaming.

" Zhizhi?"

Shen Sixian next to him and called to him softly.

What are you thinking about?

Shen Shuangjian he had his eyes lowered, and after a long while, he finally answered, "Brother, I think... I was very rude to Mr. Xie."

Shen Sixian chuckled softly, his fingertip tucking a strand of Shen Shuangjian's hair. "Is this what's troubling you?"

Shen Sixian cupped his face in her hands, her gaze gentle as she asked, "Do you remember what your brother said? If one day you encounter something that can't be solved by words or money, what will you do?"

Shen Shuangjian hesitated for a moment, as if pondering, then softly repeated to Shen Sixian:

"Looking for my brother."

The sky won't fall, just as everyone else may leave, but Shen Sixian won't.

Whether it's Chris or Xie Jinghui, as long as Shen Shuangjian wants it, Shen Sixian will take care of it for him.

This was the first time that Shen Sixian had taken the initiative to bring Xie Jinghui to Shen Shuangjian's side.

Shen Shuangjian felt guilty about misunderstanding Xie Jinghui, which led to Shen Sixian not seeing Shen Shuangjian at the Shen Residence for the next two weeks.

Perhaps Shen Shuangjian has also learned how to coax people.

He will also have his own home and people he loves. His life will not only consist of his brother, nor should he stay in the Shen Residence forever.

It was the sixteenth day Shen Shuangjian had not Shen Residence.

Shen Sixian suddenly felt a loss of appetite. Looking at the traces that seemed out of place in the magnificent yet cold Shen Residence, he suddenly wondered if Shen Shuangjian had eaten properly tonight.

It's 7:05 PM Capital time.

Shen Shuangjian nestled in the soft sofa and, mimicking Xie Jinghui's usual way of coaxing him, gently kissed his ear again and again.

Even with her face flushed, even with overwhelming shyness.

Just as someone gently knocked three times on the door, Xie Jinghui couldn't help but embrace Shen Shuangjian.

Shen Sixian stood outside the door and waited for about a minute and a half before the door opened with a soft sound.

Shen Shuangjian, dressed in soft, pure white home clothes, with her long hair disheveled, leaned against Xie Jinghui's arms as she opened the door.

Seeing Shen Sixian appear outside the door, he was clearly a little shocked. Shen Shuangjian confusion, "Brother, why did you suddenly come?"

Shen Sixian lowered her eyes, her smile faint, "Because my brother is also facing a problem that he can't solve, a problem that neither power nor money can solve."

Shen Shuangjian her head slightly, looking at him, waiting for him to continue.

So Shen Sixian took a step, and the chill he felt when he entered the house disappeared the moment he stepped inside.

Shen Sixian lowered his head, cupped Shen Shuangjian's face in his hands, and said gently:

"I miss you."