I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

As night fell and the stars twinkled, Chen Jia dragged her somewhat tired body back to the Duke's Mansion.

As soon as I walked into the mansion, I saw Chen Jue sitting in the yard with a pile of files in front of him, and he seemed to be studying some case.

Chen Jia was slightly startled, then walked forward and asked softly: "Ajue, it's so late, why don't you go inside? What are you doing here?"

Chen Jue raised his head and looked at Chen Jia. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Sister, I'm waiting for you to come back. I'll leave a light on for you so that you won't feel lonely when you come back."

Chen Jia felt warm at heart after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Ajue, you are thoughtful."

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia's smile, but a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.

He loves Chen Jia, and this love has taken root in his heart since a long time ago.

However, he also knew clearly that Chen Jia already had someone else in her heart, and that person was Wei Lang.

He looked at Chen Jia's happy smile, and the pain and helplessness in his heart became more intense.

Chen Jia noticed something was wrong with Chen Jue. She frowned slightly and asked, "Jue, what's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?"

Chen Jue quickly shook his head and forced a smile. "Sister, I'm fine. You've been tired all day, go back to your room and rest."

Chen Jia looked at Chen Jue, nodded and said, "Then don't stay up too late, go to bed early."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her room.

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia's departing back, the pain in his heart surged like a tide. He stood up and slowly walked towards the cellar.

Chen Jue sat in the corner of the cellar, holding the jar of wine tightly in his hands, his eyes blurred and painful.

He drank glass after glass, the jealousy in his heart surging and burning in his body like strong liquor.

The scene of Chen Jia and Wei Lang together kept appearing in his mind.

He recalled that he once saw them smiling at each other in the garden. The tenderness in Chen Jia's eyes was like the warm sunshine in spring, which could melt people. But that tenderness had never bloomed for him.

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia with eyes full of love and doting. They stood together, as if they were a match made in heaven.

At that moment, Chen Jue's heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

"Why him and not me?"

He always thought that he would be the one who would always protect Chen Jia, but the appearance of Wei Lang shattered all his fantasies.

Chen Jia's heart was gradually occupied by Wei Lang. Her smile, her tenderness, and her concern were all given to that man.

Chen Jue felt as if he had been abandoned by the world, lonely and helpless.

He took another gulp of wine, and the wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, as if it was tears that he couldn't control.

Chen Jue imagined how wonderful it would be if he were Wei Lang. He could hold Chen Jia's hand openly and accompany her through every sunrise and sunset; he could hold her tightly in his arms and comfort her when she was sad; he could share the joy with her when she was happy.

But all this is just fantasy.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the angrier he got, the more he drank. The alcohol gradually took over his mind, making his consciousness increasingly blurred.

But the jealousy in his heart did not diminish at all, but became stronger. He seemed to see Chen Jia and Wei Lang smiling happily in front of him, and those smiles were like sharp blades, piercing his heart.

Chen Jue could no longer endure the pain in his heart. He stood up suddenly and smashed the wine jar in his hand to the ground.

The sound of the wine jar breaking echoed in the silent cellar, just like his broken heart.

The wine spilled all over the floor, emitting a strong aroma, but it could not hide the sadness in his heart.

Chen Jue looked at the fragments on the ground and finally couldn't hold back his tears.

He squatted down, held his head in his hands, and burst into tears. His cry was full of despair and helplessness, which was particularly heartbreaking in this quiet night.

Chen Jue spent a night of hangover in the dark cellar. The morning sun shone through the cracks in the cellar, slightly stinging his eyes.

He struggled to get up, his head aching as if hit by a sledgehammer, but his obsession with Chen Jia did not diminish in the slightest.

He staggered out of the cellar, his steps light and fluttery, as if he were walking on clouds. Relying on his memory, he came to Chen Jia's window.

At this time, Chen Jia was sleeping peacefully, her face was as pure and beautiful as an angel. Chen Jue stood there quietly, his drunkenness still not completely dissipated, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Jia.

He raised his hand and gently traced Chen Jia's outline through the air. The familiar eyebrows and slightly upturned corners of her mouth made his heart beat fast.

Tears fell uncontrollably, dripping onto the ground, as if telling of his inner pain.

"Chen Jia, why can't you just look at me?"

Chen Jue bit his lips tightly, a strong determination surged in his heart.

"I must become strong and take you back from him."

Chen Jue dragged his somewhat tired body to the Dali Temple. The sunlight shining on the ancient building could not warm the loneliness in his heart.

As soon as I stepped into the gate of Dali Temple, that familiar feeling of rejection came over me.

The officials of the Dali Temple still treated him coldly, as if he was an alien who should not exist.

They whispered to each other, and when they occasionally glanced at Chen Jue, their eyes were full of disdain and alienation.

Chen Jue could sense their reluctance. They were unwilling to communicate with him and were even reluctant to give him a simple greeting.

This feeling of being isolated made Chen Jue feel a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't understand what he had done wrong and why he was treated like this.

He walked silently to his seat and sat down, trying his best to ignore the cold looks around him.

However, loneliness overwhelmed him like a tide. In this workplace full of intrigue, he seemed like a lonely boat drifting in the vast ocean, unable to find a harbor to dock.

Fortunately, in this cold world, there is Dr. Liao Feng, a lawyer who is willing to lend him a helping hand.

Because of his younger brother, Liao Feng liked Chen Jue more and more. He admired Chen Jue's talent and courage, and saw the shining points in him that were ignored by others.

Chen Jue stood in the corridor of Dali Temple. The breeze gently brushed his face, but his thoughts drifted far away.

Suddenly, he remembered that the emperor's birthday was approaching, and he knew that this was a rare opportunity.

He is well aware of Liao Feng's talents and abilities, and believes that he will be able to play a greater role in a higher position.

So Chen Jue began to plan secretly.

He used his relationship with the emperor to skillfully mention Liao Feng's achievements and talents in front of the emperor.

He immediately found Doctor of Law Liao Feng and whispered, "Dr. Liao, the emperor's birthday is coming soon. We can work together to prepare a special birthday gift for His Majesty."

When Liao Feng heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, "Okay."

Chen Jue looked at Liao Feng's excitement. He knew that although the road ahead was still difficult, with Liao Feng's support, he was no longer alone.