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Ye Siqian was speechless as he yanked the person into the room, his eyes dark with frustration.
"Come, come, come! Take a good look for yourself! This is where my sister and I live. What’s so great about it? Where’s the wealth and luxury he enjoys? Stop throwing around accusations without understanding the situation!"
Xia Shu stood there, dumbfounded. She had trusted Ye Bingran so much that she never considered the possibility of failure. It turned out that even the person she thought could do anything sometimes made a misstep.
Before Xia Shu could finish her tour, Ye Siqian casually tossed her out of the house as if he were throwing out garbage, his movements swift and decisive.
"Do your job and don’t bother me!"
He slammed the door shut with a loud bang, leaning against the wall as cold sweat broke out all over him.
Ye Siqian took off his glasses, cradled his face in his hands, and crouched on the floor, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Xia Shu was right. There should be some news about whether he was alive or dead. After waiting so long without any word, Ye Bingran had probably forgotten all about him in this desolate place.
Not willing to give up, Ye Siqian trembled as he opened his contacts and tapped on that familiar name on the screen.
Listening to the phone ring with its monotonous beeping sound, he rubbed the mechanical watch that Zheng Mengni had given him two months ago with his other hand, unable to calm the turmoil within him.
He couldn’t bear to wear it; whenever he placed it back in its box, he would only take it out to look at it carefully during moments of anxiety, bowing his head to kiss the watch face reverently.
Though he knew this was wrong and tarnished Sister Nini's affection for him, he had never considered being just Zheng Mengni's little brother as Ye Bingran suggested. But now, it seemed he couldn’t even fulfill that role anymore.
With Ye Bingran silent and possibly scheming to cut ties, when the call finally connected, Ye Siqian was momentarily stunned. He had long stopped holding out hope but hadn’t expected to actually hear Ye Bingran’s voice on the other end.
The voice was familiar yet cold and devoid of emotion as always.
Ye Siqian felt ecstatic; his breath quickened, and the hand holding the phone turned pale from gripping it too tightly.
"Sister! You finally picked up!"
Ye Bingran's tone was casual, almost jokingly: "You’ve turned into a vegetable; how could I answer?"
He casually summarized the torturous two months as if the person who almost died on the operating table wasn't him.
Upon hearing this news, Ye Siqian was momentarily taken aback. He had so much he wanted to say, but when the opportunity finally presented itself, he found himself at a loss for words. Should he ask, "When will you come to pick me up? When can I see Sister Nini? When will I be able to stay by her side?"
In any case, none of his questions concerned Ye Bingran's safety. Deep down, he was a dark and selfish person; friendship, family, and love meant little to him. He only cared about what interested him, while everything else was irrelevant.
"Is the signal bad?" After a long silence, Ye Bingran slowly asked.
Ye Siqian snapped back to reality and quickly replied, "No, sis, how are you feeling?"
"Getting by," Ye Bingran responded softly.
Zheng Mengni appeared out of nowhere. Ye Bingran's personal time was quite limited; most of the time, even during bathroom breaks or while sleeping and showering, Zheng Mengni's feigned concern was always present.
Ye Siqian stopped beating around the bush and directly questioned her, "I told you not to leave her side the day I went out. How did you handle that? Tell me."
Even now, Ye Siqian didn't think he had done anything wrong. His main goal was to make Zheng Mengni happy; everything else was none of his business.
"I went out," he stated simply.
Ye Bingran let out a soft "ah," her voice calm and serene. "That's fine. Just do whatever she says; go wherever she tells you to go. If one day she jumps off a building, you'll jump too, right?"
Ye Siqian asked, "Would she be happy if I died?"
"Absolutely," Ye Bingran replied firmly.
"Then I'll go!"
At this, Ye Bingran laughed in anger.
He was momentarily stunned and forced a laugh in response: "Go ahead."
"You stubborn fool; there's no saving you."
Ye Siqian didn't want to engage in a war of words; he still needed something from Ye Bingran and decided to humble himself immediately. "Sis, I was just joking. Sister Nini said she was really hungry that day and wanted a late-night snack, so I ran out to buy some. You know our situation—there's nowhere downstairs that sells food."
"Can't you cook without hands?"
"I did cook, but she said my food isn't as good as yours and absolutely refuses to take a bite. I'm worried she'll starve herself," Ye Bingran said, his tone eerie.
"Is it really just about food? You have no idea how close we came to a disaster," he added, leaving the statement unfinished as it seemed unnecessary.
Ye Siqian still didn't understand. "What do you mean just for a meal? Even if she wanted the stars from the sky, I would definitely help her without hesitation!"
Ye Bingran couldn't help but chuckle, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. If he were to pick stars from the sky for her, he needed to consider whether he had the capability to do so.
Feeling annoyed by this sense of being belittled, Ye Siqian retorted, "If I don't have the ability, do you?"
Ye Bingran replied calmly, "I don't have it either, which is why I won't make any promises."
Just then, a faint knock echoed through the room. Without needing to guess, he knew who it was; it was as gentle as the owner of those delicate knocks.
He casually brushed off the conversation and quickly hung up the phone, turning it off to prevent Ye Siqian from calling and raising Zheng Mengni's suspicions.
Clearing his throat, his voice no longer icy and sinister but rather calm and serene, he called out, "Come in."
The door creaked open. A little girl in her pajamas stood at the entrance, clutching a pillow and blinking her big round eyes at him. A sweet and adorable smile blossomed on her fair and translucent face.
"Little sister, you must be scared all alone," Ye Bingran said softly.
In the next moment, his indulgent voice flowed out gently, "So scared, big sister."
Was she getting addicted to sleeping?
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