Man in the Three-Body Problem: After facing the wall, I founded the Reception Society!

Olier hurried down the winding hillside, with mixed emotions in his heart, including the uneasiness of the truth being revealed and the deep concern for his friend's situation. Finally, at the foot of the mountain, he met Sir Jack unexpectedly. At this moment, Sir Jack's face was flushed, as if he was dyed with anger by the afterglow of the sunset, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with endless confusion and frustration, just like the helplessness of a wise man facing an unsolvable problem.

"O'Oriel, little guy, where on earth did you jump out of?" Sir Jack's voice was filled with reproach and disbelief, "You...you actually followed me here? This is unbelievable!" His tone revealed helplessness and self-mockery, as if he was questioning why he was so careless and let this hidden emotion be exposed.

Facing Sir Jack's questioning, O'Leary took a deep breath and decided to tell him everything. He slowly recounted how he could not sit at home because of the torment in his heart, how he was driven by an inexplicable force to follow, and everything he witnessed inadvertently - every scene, every detail in that scene, was like a sharp blade, cutting the air between them.

Olier's words flowed like a stream, gradually diluting the anger in Sir Jack's heart. He stared into Olier's frank eyes, as if he saw the reflection of his own heart in them. Finally, he let out a bitter laugh, which contained both regret and disappointment, like the last fallen leaf in autumn, lonely and desolate.

"I thought that the center of this plain, far away from the hustle and bustle, would be a secret and safe place for me to express my love to the woman I love." Sir Jack's voice was low and hoarse, "But who would have thought that fate would play such a trick on me, as if everyone in the village heard the news and came to watch this terrible proposal! And you, O'Neill, actually found such a great viewing position."

Olier pointed to the mountains behind him, where he had been hiding. "I witnessed the whole process from that hill," he said softly, his tone full of sympathy and understanding.

Sir Jack smiled bitterly when he heard this. "It turns out that everything I prepared was just a farce in your eyes. And her good brother was like the god of thunder who came down from the sky and split our world in half." His words were full of anger and helplessness towards Scourge. "Did you see the moment he ran towards us? That speed, that momentum, it was as if he wanted to eat me alive."

Olier nodded silently, feeling puzzled and regretful about Scourge's impulsive behavior. "Yes, I saw it. He...he seemed very angry." He tried to describe the situation in a calm tone.

"Angry?" Sir Jack sneered, "That's simply crazy! I have never seen him so out of control. I always thought he was a rational man, but now it seems...either he is crazy or I am crazy. Otherwise, how could we get into this situation?"

At this point, Sir Jack's eyes flashed with confusion and self-doubt. He turned to O'Neill, his eyes full of desire and expectation. "O'Neill, you and I have been together for a few weeks. Tell me, what do you think I did wrong? Why can't I be the perfect husband in her mind?"

Olier was moved by Sir Jack's sincerity. He thought seriously for a while, then slowly said: "Sir Jack, you are an excellent gentleman with noble character and outstanding talents. However, love is never a competition, and there is no fixed standard to measure who is right and who is wrong. Perhaps you just need more time to understand her and listen to her voice. Only in this way can you find the key to open her heart."

Sir Jack looked like a garden covered by dark clouds, losing its former splendor and brilliance. He lowered his head, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, as if the whole world had closed its door to him. Olier looked at him, and his heart could not help but ripple. He shook his head gently, and that action was full of tenderness and sympathy: "In my opinion, this matter really cannot be explained in a few words."

Upon hearing this, the disappointment on Sir Jack's face did not lessen, but became heavier like the fallen leaves in autumn, piling up layer by layer. "Social status? Humph, I believe I have no flaws in this regard, so why would he feel resentful about it? It must be because of some deficiency in myself that he hates me so much. But when I think about it carefully, in my life, no matter where I go or who I interact with, I always try to treat people with sincerity and have never offended anyone. But with her, I seem to have found a resonance of soul, and so does she. I believe in that happiness and tacit understanding, because women's eyes can often reach people's hearts more directly than words."

O'Leary's surprise was beyond words, with curiosity glittering in his eyes: "Did he express it so bluntly? It's really unexpected."

Sir Jack smiled bitterly, and there was a bit of self-mockery and helplessness in that smile: "It's more than straightforward, every word is like a knife, every sentence is piercing my heart. You know, I have only known her for a few weeks, but it seems that we have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and found each other's destiny. Her every frown and smile, every move, all touched my heartstrings. And she, too, is happy with me, and that happiness cannot be fully described in any words. However, Scourge, her brother, is like an insurmountable gap that separates us abruptly."

"Today, I finally found an opportunity to be alone with her for a moment. I thought I could take this opportunity to confide in her, but unexpectedly..." Sir Jack's words were full of bitterness, "Although she is happy to see me, she is very secretive about love, as if it is a taboo topic that she is unwilling to touch easily. She repeatedly emphasized that this is a place full of dangers, and only if I stay away can she find peace. I tried to convince her, telling her that from the moment I met her, my heart has been firmly tied to her, no matter where I go, I am willing to go with her. I even proposed marriage, hoping that this can be the starting point of our common future."

At this point, Sir Jack's eyes flashed with determination, but were quickly covered by complex emotions. "But before I could finish my words, her brother came like a storm, his face full of anger and confusion. His eyes, which were usually gentle as water, seemed to be ignited by flames at this moment, and he was furious. I asked myself, I have never offended her in the slightest, let alone done anything wrong by relying on my status as a baronet, why did he react so violently?"

O'Leary listened quietly, his eyes full of understanding and comfort. "If we weren't blood relatives, maybe we could find a solution, but facing the ties of family affection, everything seems to become difficult. Although your words at that time were somewhat unyielding and firm, they could not hide the anxiety and helplessness in your heart. After all, she was right next to you, and every word you said was as heavy as a thousand pounds."

Sir Jack sighed and continued, "Yes, I wanted to be honest with him, but I didn't expect to anger him. At that moment, I seemed to have lost all my rationality and only wanted to defend my feelings. However, my impulse did not bring any turnaround, but made the situation more tense. In the end, she left with her brother, leaving me alone. In this empty world, I felt unprecedented confusion and helplessness."

Although O'Neill tried his best at the time to unravel the complex thoughts and put forward one or two vague explanations, deep down in his heart, he himself was like a walker in the fog. He could not see the truth behind it clearly, and everything still seemed hazy and confusing.

Speaking of Sir Jack, this gentleman is undoubtedly a model of many halos - prominent status, rich wealth, young age, noble character, and handsome appearance, as dazzling as a star. However, on this almost perfect picture, there is a haze that cannot be ignored, that is, the misfortune that has long shrouded his family. Even so, after careful consideration, Olier had to admit that except for this lingering shadow, Sir Jack was almost impeccable.

What is even more incredible is that Scotch, as the elder brother of the family, rejected her suitor so decisively and rudely without thinking it over and taking into account the lady's personal wishes. This move is like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing ripples and shocking people. However, the gentle lady, facing such a situation, remained silent and forbearing, without showing any protest or dissatisfaction. This calmness and indifference added a bit of mystery and confusion.

That afternoon, Scourge came to visit in person. His arrival was like a breeze, blowing away the doubts and speculations in everyone's hearts. He came for his own gaffe and rudeness in the morning, and his words were full of sincere apology and regret. In Sir Jack's elegantly decorated and book-filled study, the two had a deep and long conversation. As time went by, misunderstandings and estrangements gradually dissipated, replaced by the reconstruction of understanding and trust.

In the end, their reconciliation was manifested in a warm and ceremonial way - they decided to go to Akali Manor for dinner together next week.

Sir Jack's words revealed a complex mixture of emotions. He said slowly: "I don't mean to deny that there may still be some remnants of madness in his mind at this moment. After all, when he hurried over that morning, his eyes were not only flashing with anxiety and uneasiness, but also some indescribable fanaticism and despair. However, I must admit that in the art of apology, he showed unprecedented perfection and naturalness. It was an expression of apology that came from the heart and was sincere and moving."

O'Leary frowned slightly when he heard this, as if he wanted to catch more details between the lines, so he asked: "So, did he give any reasonable explanation for his impulsive behavior this morning?"

Sir Jack sighed softly, with a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "He admitted that his sister is an indispensable part of his life, and the depth of this emotion is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. I can understand this deep friendship, and I am even comforted by it, because it is rare to have someone in this world who cherishes family so much. They depend on each other and have spent countless days and nights together. For Scourge, the existence of his sister is like the only beacon on his lonely journey, giving him warmth and direction. Therefore, when he realized that this dependence and companionship might soon disappear and be replaced by another person, the fear and helplessness were enough to make him lose his mind and do things that he could not even predict."

"He didn't realize that I had developed feelings for her until he witnessed the undisguised affection between us and the uneasy premonition deep in his heart was confirmed by the cruel reality - I might be the one who took his sister away from him. This realization was like a bolt from the blue, catching him off guard, so that at that moment, he seemed to be driven by some invisible force to say those hurtful words and do those irrational behaviors."

"Afterwards, he felt deeply remorseful and began to reflect on his actions. He realized how selfish and foolish it was to try to tie up such a beautiful and independent woman's life just to satisfy his own possessive desires. He admitted that his past thinking was too narrow and he did not consider his sister's happiness and future."

"If there really comes a day when she must leave his protective umbrella and pursue her own sky, he would rather see her choose a neighbor like me as her home rather than anyone else who might be bad for her. I am both moved and admired by this deep love and sacrifice."

"However, this is still a heavy blow to him, and he needs time to digest it slowly and adjust his mentality so that he can calmly accept this irreversible change. He asked me to give him three months as a buffer period. During this time, we can cultivate a deep friendship with the lady, but not rush into love. He believes that with the passage of time, everything will become clearer, and he will be able to face it all with a more mature and rational attitude."

As Sir Jack finished speaking, a faint sadness and relief filled the air. After hearing this, Olier's mind suddenly became clear. He finally understood why Scourge had such strong hostility towards those who pursued his sister, even if the other party was a gentleman with superior conditions and outstanding character like him.