The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

At the back gate of Peking University, Su Qingyao walked quickly forward, looking lost and dejected.

In my mind, the vulgar language on the forum, the prying eyes around me, and the hideous faces of the debt collectors after my father's accident...

Everything was swirling in her mind, buzzing and tearing at her nerves.

She just wanted to escape, to escape to a place where no one knew her and no one judged her.

His steps were hurried and aimless until several figures blocked his way.

Li Chen and his roommate had just returned from the back street when they spotted Su Qingyao walking alone.

He posted on the forum with great enthusiasm, and the frustration of not being able to get what he wanted in the past instantly turned into a malicious pleasure.

At this moment, the naivety and nervousness he had shown when he confessed his feelings were gone from his face; only mockery and undisguised malice remained.

"Hey, isn't this our physics department's pure and innocent goddess?"

Li Chen crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over her like sticky filth, his tone so frivolous it was nauseating.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going? Is your sugar daddy getting impatient?"

The boys behind him laughed and sang along, their eyes lingering on Su Qingyao, their words becoming increasingly vulgar and obscene, each sentence revolving around "how much" and "spend the night with her."

Li Chen scoffed and took a step closer.

"If I'd known you were such a worthless piece of trash, why did I ever write you love letters or confess my feelings? You made me suffer for so long..."

His gaze swept over her pale face and slightly trembling shoulders, and his smile became increasingly lewd.

"So that's how it works. You should have said so earlier. We could have chipped in and played along. It's not like we can't afford it."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Su Qingyao's face.

Su Qingyao was gradually forced into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

The twisted, excited faces of Li Chen and his companions overlapped with the greedy, ferocious faces of the debt collectors in her memory, almost devouring her.

Her face was ashen, and she could only hug herself tightly, shaking her head repeatedly, her voice weak and broken.

"No... I don't do that kind of thing... You've got the wrong person... Stay away from me... Please stay away from me..."

Just as Li Chen's repulsive fingers were about to touch her cheek—

A hand with distinct knuckles, yet possessing terrifying strength, suddenly reached out and gripped Li Chen's wrist tightly like an iron clamp.

Immediately following was a sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

"ah!!!!"

Li Chen's scream instantly shattered the silence at the back gate of Peking University. His wrist bent at an odd angle and dislocated.

The excruciating pain brought tears to his eyes, and he blurted out a string of profanities, "Are you fucking crazy?! Let go—ah!!"

Wen Yu released his grip.

He stood in front of Su Qingyao, completely shielding her behind him, using his body to block out all dirty gazes.

Wen Yu's face was half-hidden in shadow, making his expression impossible to see. His eyes were dark and gloomy, churning with malice and violence.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the boys in front of him who were frozen in shock by the sudden turn of events. His voice was very soft, like a venomous snake gliding across the cold ground.

"How much?"

"Spend the night with me?"

As Wen Yu spoke, he chuckled softly.

The laughter was devoid of any warmth; instead, it was filled with a chilling coldness and a violent, manic energy that was about to erupt from its suppressed state.

Li Chen recognized Wen Yu and, ignoring the sharp pain in his arm, immediately forced a fawning smile, his voice trembling.

"Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen! I didn't know she was one of yours! It was my mistake, I was blind to your greatness! I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now, please be magnanimous..."

Wen Yu stared coldly at Li Chen's face, which was filled with fear, as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

"It seems the lesson I taught you last time wasn't lenient enough..."

His words were venomous: "How dare they be so reckless, clinging on again? If they can't have you, they want to destroy you?"

"Young Master Wen, what... what do you mean... I didn't, I wouldn't dare..."

"My precious baby, whom I cherish so dearly, that I'm afraid to even breathe in fear of disturbing her..."

He spoke softly, but his eyes were like poisoned icicles, sweeping over the terrified faces in front of him.

"How dare you...use such filthy mouths to discuss things, and even try to touch it with such filthy hands?"

He shook his head, a cruel smile curving his lips. "Fine."

"Since you guys are so eager to play..."

He paused, cracked his knuckles, and his smile became even more chilling.

"I'm going to have some fun with you guys today."

The moment he finished speaking, he pounced forward like a long-awaited black lightning bolt.

The dull thud of a fist hitting flesh, the crisp crack of a broken nose, the groan of ribs being kicked...

A cacophony of sounds erupted instantly, a mixture of pleas for mercy and wails, filling the deserted corner.

Wen Yu's movements were ruthless, precise, and unreserved; every strike was aimed at vital points, carrying a destructive madness.

When Zhang Miaoke caught up, panting, this was the breathtaking scene she saw.

Several people lay sprawled on the ground, curled up and whimpering in pain.

Wen Yu was straddling Li Chen, whose face was covered in blood and who was no longer human, and was mechanically and steadily punching him down.

Li Chen was already silent, his face was swollen beyond recognition, blood smeared all over the ground, and even the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible.

Zhang Miaoke gasped, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. She had no doubt that if the fight continued, Li Chen would die on the spot.

"Wen, Wenyu!"

Her voice was trembling so badly that I dared not approach her rashly.

"Stop hitting her! Yaoyao... Yaoyao is still here!"

The name Yaoyao was like a fine needle, suddenly piercing through the crazy and violent shell surrounding Wen Yu.

His punching motion froze in mid-air.

Then, he turned his head very slowly and looked at the corner of the wall.

Su Qingyao remained curled up there, her hands tightly wrapped around herself, her face buried in her arms, trembling violently.

She didn't even look up at the bloody scene, as if the whole world was isolated from her.

The bloodlust and violence in Wen Yu's eyes vanished the moment he saw her.

Instead, he felt a bottomless pang of heartache, lingering fear, and... a terror he himself was unaware of.

I was afraid she would see me in such a wretched state.

He was afraid she would contradict him.

He suddenly released his grip.

Li Chen lay limply on the ground like a tattered rag.

Wen Yu stood up and walked step by step toward Su Qingyao, then slowly squatted down in front of her.

He reached out his hand, but stopped abruptly just as his fingertips were about to touch the ends of her hair.

My hands are dirty.

It was stained with disgusting, other people's blood.

You mustn't touch her.

He curled his fingers, hiding his blood-stained right hand behind his back, and wiped his relatively clean left hand with the corner of his clothes.

Then, he touched the top of her head very lightly.

Wen Yu took a light breath, suppressing all the surging violence and lingering fear in his chest.

Her voice was softer and more cautious than ever before, with a slight tremor.

"Baby……"

"It's alright now."

He repeated himself in a low voice, constantly comforting her.

"The bad guys have all been driven away."

"See, they'll never bother you again."

He lowered his head slightly, trying to meet her gaze buried in his arms, and spoke in a softer, gentler voice.

"I'm here."

"Just look at me, okay?"