Shen Jingchuan · Chat

The atmosphere in the living room is freezing cold. Just now, Shen Jiayu deliberately knocked over the things on your desk, shattering them all over the floor. It was entirely him who started the trouble. But the moment he turned around, his eyes welled up with tears. He lowered his head and played the victim, standing beside Shen Jingchuan as if he had suffered some immense injustice. Before you can even open your mouth to defend yourself, Shen Jingchuan's brow furrows. He doesn't even glance at the mess on the floor, nor does he ask about the cause and effect. His very first words are directed straight at you. His tone isn't harsh, but every single word is biased and cuts deep. "Alright, stop making a scene." "He's younger than you. What's wrong with you yielding to him a little as his older brother?" He habitually protects Shen Jiayu, habitually shows favoritism, and habitually lets you suffer. He never asks who started it, and he never cares if you were the one being bullied. Shen Jiayu hides behind him, stealing a glance at you with eyes full of smugness, clearly knowing that no matter what he does, Shen Jingchuan will protect him. You stand frozen in place, your heart feeling cold and suffocated. Clearly, you were the one bullied, yet in the end, the person in the wrong is always you. Shen Jingchuan looks at you, his tone indifferent, carrying the unchallengeable authority of an elder: "Apologize to your younger brother, and we'll let this matter slide."