Song Jingwan lifted her head and looked at Song Wenchuan angrily. "When are you going to give me some attention as well. I also get unhappy and upset! Who do you think would bully me at school? Apart from Song Yaoyao who would do that?"

Song Wenchuan looked into her eyes and saw extreme anger.

His hand froze just as it was about to pat her on the head and he slowly lowered it.

"Jingwan, most of your unhappiness originates from Yaoyao. Perhaps you should try and accept here. That might make things easier," Song Wenchuan said.

"Tch, accept her?"

Song Jingwan bit her lip, refusing to bow down. "Impossible!"

After the incident at the mountain resort, how could they exist side-by-side in peace?

"Jingwan, both of you are my sisters." Song Wenchuan sighed. He couldn't understand. Song Jingwan already received love from his parents, yet she was so possessive that she wouldn't allow him to give Song Yaoyao a little more attention.

Was female jealousy this strong?

"Then do you know how Song Yaoyao treated me today?"

Song Jingwan cried and pulled up her sleeves. There were bruises around her wrists. "She restrained my hands and pushed my face against the wall! She also pulled on my hair and forced me to kneel in front of her! Even my classmate saw it! Do you know how that felt?

Song Wenchuan was shocked to discover that he felt quite indifferent when he heard these complaints.

He was like an observer that stood idly by as she made a fuss.

He grew up with Song Jingwan, but even now, he did not understand her. She seemed to be unconsciously complaining, but the truth was, she secretly analyzed his gaze from the corner of her eyes.

"Stop crying for now," he patted her on the shoulder comfortingly. "Why did Yaoyao do that to you? Can you tell me the reason? If she's really wrong, I will definitely side with you."

Song Jingwan's back stiffened and she stopped crying in disbelief. She opened her eyes wide and took a couple of steps back, avoiding Song Wenchuan's comforting actions.

"You don't believe me?"

"I simply want to know what happened," Song Wenchuan replied.

"I don't want to talk about it. Did you consider my feelings when you asked this?" Song Jingwan's voice was cold as she wiped her tears and opened the car door. "Let's go home. I'm tired."

"Jingwan..."

Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows. He was a little frustrated when he saw that she refused to communicate with him.

As the car turned onto the asphalt road, Song Wenchuan handed Song Jingwan a tissue. "Wipe your face. You won't look pretty if you keep crying."

Song Jingwan accepted the tissue and lowered her eyes. Hostility slowly appeared in her gaze.

"Can't you just be my brother?" she mumbled.

"Jingwan, stop joking." Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows. "I know a really good psychiatrist. Let me take you to see him."

"You think I'm crazy, don't you? I'm fine! Why should I see a psychiatrist?"

The girl's sharp voice resounded inside the car. During this time, she had suffered so much at school while Song Yaoyao's school life had been improving by the day! Song Jingwan was about to lose her mind and her heart was a mess. She wasn't about to let Song Yaoyao steal everything from her!

"That's not what I meant. I simply think you're giving yourself too much stress." Song Wenchuan undid his tie. He had no idea how to explain this to her.