On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Si Yao stiffened, her fingertips curled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and walked straight in.

Si Qing lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, his body and the bed radiating a bloody aura, making him appear from a distance as if he had been murdered.

Si Yao glanced at him and nearly fainted from fright. Trembling, she lunged at him.

"Ah, Ah Qing, what's wrong?"

Yin Zhuo knew that Si Qing didn't like others getting close, so she stood in front of the bed with a serious expression and said, "Master Si is fine, he just suffered some minor injuries."

Si Qing had instructed that he must not tell anyone about his hemorrhage poisoning.

Si Yao was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help scolding him with heartache.

"Aqing, doesn't it hurt? Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this? You don't take medicine when you're sick, and you don't treat your injuries..."

Si Qing had his back to her, his voice calm yet laced with malice, "Who let you in? Get out."

Si Yao clenched her fingers, stung by his cold-blooded attitude, her eyes instantly reddening, and she choked out a sob.

"Aqing, you weren't like this when you were little. Why are you so cold to me now? I'm your own sister, we're from the same mother. You used to be so dependent on me..."

"Snapped."

With a loud crash, the water glass was thrown by Si Qingyang at Si Yao's feet, shattering into pieces and leaving her speechless with fright.

Yin Zhuo was also startled, silently retreated, and lowered his head.

"My older sister?" Si Qing turned to the side, resting his chin on his hand. His cold eyes were as black as a prison, sharp and cold-blooded, like a sword hanging in front of Si Yao.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tensed up.

"My own sister, whom I depended on, sent me to hell with her own hands. Don't you know why?" Si Qing chuckled, his indifference tinged with cold sarcasm.

In an instant, Si Yao felt a chill run through her body, and tears of remorse streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, it was my stupidity that hurt you. I didn't know anything."

You may not forgive me, but you cannot question my affection for you.

And Mom loves you very much too, we're all trying our best to make up for it..."

Si Qing didn't want to listen and said in a deep voice, "Yin Zhuo, send her out."

Yin Zhuo walked over and raised his hand to Si Yao, "Please leave."

Si Yao remained unmoved, and with tears in her eyes, she spoke softly, "Aqing, you can resent us, but I hope you can cherish your life and live well. If you don't take good care of yourself, and something happens to you in the future, your family will suffer a lot."

Si Qing threw back the thin blanket, exposing his battered back. A cold smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep, husky, and violent.

"What a fine line about 'cherishing life'! My headaches, every scar I've suffered, aren't they all thanks to my closest relatives?"

Si Yao looked at the crisscrossing scars on his back. Although many years had passed, she could still recall the danger and cruelty of that time. Overwhelming despair and regret washed over her, and her vision blurred as she staggered backward.

Dark, chaotic images flashed through my mind: a little boy, chained to a cage, covered in wounds, barely alive, trembling and helplessly pleading for help, "Sister, sister, save me..."

Her heart felt as if it had been cleaved in two by a sharp sword, and her face turned terribly pale.

Her half-closed eyelashes trembled incessantly, and she had to grip the windowsill tightly to barely maintain her balance.

"Aqing, it's my fault as your older sister. You can disown me, but I can't lose you. I hope you can attend my engagement party with Ziyu for the sake of our only sibling relationship. I want your blessing."

Si Yao forced a smile, her gentle demeanor exuding an elegant charm.

Si Qing gave a cold, dismissive laugh. "Not interested."

As expected, Si Yao was still extremely disappointed. She pursed her lips, turned around, and left.

As she reached the door, remembering Yu Jinzhao's pale face, she took a deep breath, couldn't help but turn back, and spoke to him again.

“It was Mom and I who made a mistake, but Chaochao did nothing wrong to you. Her father saved you. Now that you have married her and she likes you, even if it’s just out of a sense of responsibility, you should get closer to her.”

Si Qing raised his long, clear eyes, which were as pure and serene as snowflakes.

"You don't even know whether you married a human or a ghost, yet you have the brain to meddle in our marital affairs."

Si Yao's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then she opened them in confusion.

What did he mean by that? It seemed as if he looked down on her fiancé.

“If you have a problem with me, you can yell at me, but Ziyu hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s always been very respectful to you. You can’t…”

She seemed determined to argue with him to the bitter end for the sake of love. Si Qing's lips twitched slightly; he was quite annoyed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and indifferently interrupted her.

"Yu Jinzhao doesn't like me."

Si Yao stopped abruptly, her attention indeed diverted, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"How do you know she doesn't like you? She doesn't seem like a liar; she said she had a crush on you..."

"It was someone I had a crush on." The man's eyes were clear and cold, even the warm sunlight streaming into the room seemed to lose its warmth.

Si Yao's gentle eyes trembled, as if a boulder had been smashed into them, causing a huge uproar and overwhelming shock.

"What did you say?"

The fact that Si Qing had a crush on Yu Jinzhao was even more unbelievable than the world ending tomorrow; for a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

The man exuded a chilling aura. Seeing her shocked expression, he calmly opened his lips and continued to drop bombshells.

"I had a crush on her, and on the night I regained my memory, I confessed my feelings to her."

Si Yao stared blankly at him, her mind completely blank, and unconsciously said,

"So she also had a crush on you, and you confessed your feelings, wouldn't you two be in love and together already?"

"Ah."

Si Qing's lips curled into a cold smile as he gave a slight chuckle.

He was facing away from the window, and the golden sunlight illuminated his jade-like figure, obscuring his facial expression. It was as if the atmosphere around him had frozen.

Si Yao's heart stirred, sensing a loneliness and desolation in his smile. She took two steps forward, wanting to see his smile more clearly, but upon getting closer, she only saw a calm midnight starry night.

Then, he said calmly, "She rejected me."

Si Yao was so shocked she almost fell over. Yu Jinzhao rejected Si Qing?