Wen Haoyi Finally Fessed Up

Jiang Yanxu's expression shifted ever so slightly, and Wen Haoyi couldn't help but hide a small smile behind his clenched fist. Was that ... regret flickering behind those cold eyes? Was there a trace of guilt there, or was it just his imagination? It almost seemed too perfect to be coincidence.

Wen Haoyi couldn't quite read his eldest brother's thoughts now, but he swore he caught a glimpse of something deeper—something raw, something dark in the depths of Jiang Yanxu's gaze. Frustration? Perhaps. But why? Was he feeling sorry now, or was it just a facade?

Instead of offering comfort, Wen Haoyi smirked, deliberately digging the knife deeper. "What's with that face? You've never shown any sympathy when I bring up his name, Yan An. What, are you regretting something now?"

The words hit Jiang Yanxu like an electric jolt. His chest tightened, as if a thousand tiny needles were pressing into his heart. The word regret reverberated in his mind, gnawing at him like an itch he couldn't scratch. It didn't matter that Wen Haoyi was trying to provoke him—it was as though the word itself tore through every wall he had carefully constructed around his emotions.

Did he regret it? Did he—a man who had destroyed everything—now have to face the consequences of his own actions?

The thought made him seethe with anger.

He didn't need Wen Haoyi to remind him. He knew the pain. He had felt it—no one would understand the agony of being cast aside by his own flesh and blood, of being left in the cold when he had nothing left to offer.

And that ... that man, Wen Haoyi—the one he had once trusted more than anyone—had turned his back on him, siding with someone else in the end.

The fury inside him surged. He didn't need to kill Wen Haoyi. No. Hewould make him and others suffer. He would make them understand the agony of being left to crawl for survival, surrounded by people who did nothing but watch him fall.

Jiang Yanxu's pulse quickened, but his thoughts were interrupted by Wen Haoyi's mocking laughter. "Ha! How embarrassing for you if you're regretting things now. Isn't it a little too late for that?"

Jiang Yanxu's teeth clenched so tightly that it hurt. He fought to keep his anger in check. No. He couldn't let Wen Haoyi see him lose control. Not now. Not yet.

This was only the beginning. He'd learned too much from his past life to be baited into rash actions. This was a repeat, a chance to rewrite the script—one where humiliation wouldn't push him into recklessness.

He looked at Wen Haoyi, his cold grin returning as he said, his voice like steel, "If I regret it, then what? Are you afraid that my regrets will stop you from getting close to him?"

Wen Haoyi froze. The words struck him like a lightning bolt, and his expression faltered for a split second. His dark eyes glinted with rage, barely held in check.

Jiang Yanxu almost felt a sense of satisfaction at the reaction, the spark of fury in his brother's gaze.

Wen Haoyi's jaw clenched, and he asked in a low, strained voice, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yanxu couldn't help the smirk that played at his lips. Still pretending? He leaned in slightly, his voice laced with venom, "You like him, don't you?"

At those words, Wen Haoyi's face twisted with contempt. He exhaled sharply, taking a drag from his cigarette as though to calm himself, but the anger was still there—just beneath the surface. He refused to meet Jiang Yanxu's gaze, instead staring ahead with a tense expression.

This was unexpected. He hadn't expected Jiang Yanxu to corner him like this. But if his brother wanted to force him into the open, then so be it.

With a smirk, Wen Haoyi took another puff of his cigarette. "Well, it seems you're observant after all. Can't exactly hide it now, can I?" He tilted his head, studying Jiang Yanxu for a moment. "But how did you figure it out?"

Jiang Yanxu almost chuckled at the question. It was almost too easy. He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "People tend to notice when you're always hanging around with Yan An when I'm not around."

Wen Haoyi's face darkened instantly. He didn't expect that kind of gossip to spread so quickly. The silence between them grew thick as he struggled to suppress the rage bubbling within him.

But Jiang Yanxu reveled in his small victory, watching his brother's discomfort with growing satisfaction.

In the past, whenever Jiang Yanxu had mistreated Yan An, Wen Haoyi had always swooped in, playing the role of the concerned, loving man—his words dripping with false affection. Jiang Yanxu had seen through it all, but at the time, he hadn't cared. Now, though, it stung. It made him question the cruelty he had inflicted on someone who had loved him so sincerely.

He swallowed hard, trying to relax. The truth hurt more than he had anticipated.

Wen Haoyi's voice broke through his thoughts, cold and mocking. "So what? If I have feelings for him, what does it matter to you? You're divorced now, aren't you? It's time to move on."

He flicked his cigarette away, the ember flaring before it hit the ground. A bitter chuckle escaped him. "You know, if you had refused the marriage from the start, I would have proposed to him myself. But you changed your mind and agreed. What a twist of fate. What a life you've got."

Wen Haoyi shook his head, a look of mock sympathy on his face. "The most surprising thing of all? You lasted all these years ... for a piece of land."

He paused, his gaze turning calculating as it lingered on Jiang Yanxu for a moment, before an almost sinister grin spread across his face. "But now? Now it's my turn, Brother Jiang. Do you mind?"

The words felt like a slap to Jiang Yanxu's face, but he didn't flinch. The realization hit him hard—Wen Haoyi had been in love with Yan An for much longer than he had anticiopated.