After Taking the Fall for Three Years, the Capital’s Prince Can’t Stop Flirting
For three years, she took the blame and served time. Her own elder brother, for the sake of a chauffeur’s daughter who shared no blood with their family, cast her out from the wealthy clan, driving he
Haicheng Hospital.
The relentless summer heat, accompanied by the incessant cicadas, grated on everyone’s nerves.
Shen Hanchuan gazed at the silent girl lying in the hospital bed, a restless irritation gnawing at him. He scoffed, "Stop pretending, Shen Chaowu. I know you’re already awake."
Blinding rays scorched the girl’s bloodless cheeks. Her face was small and delicate, pale and frail, with thin skin through which bluish veins faintly showed.
Slowly, the girl opened her eyes. Her pupils were dark and damp, rigid, and she remained silent, as lifeless as a beautiful porcelain doll.
Seeing his sister like this, Shen Hanchuan was about to lose his temper, but in the next moment, the girl looked up, fixing her gaze upon him.
Those dark, hollow eyes suddenly filled with vitality.
Staring at the glaring handprint on the girl’s cheek, Shen Hanchuan felt a subtle and unwelcome pang of pity amidst his frustration.
Their parents had passed away barely half a year ago, and yet he had raised his hand against his own sister...
Thinking of Ayao’s fragile, youthful face, Shen Hanchuan hardened his heart. "You ruined Mr. Zhou’s painting. Ayao is wracked with guilt—she cried all night. Both you and Ayao are my sisters... The Zhou family is a pit of fire. Shouldn’t you trust your second brother, believe that I wouldn’t send you to the Zhou family to atone?"
Shen Chaowu pressed her numb lips together, a faint mocking light flickering in her dark eyes.
"So Second Brother knows the Zhou family is a p