The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

After returning to his residence that night, Zhou Shijing locked himself in his room.

He lived a life of debauchery, drinking when he was sober and falling into a deep sleep when he was drowsy.

He turned off his phone, cutting off all external disturbances and also shutting out his own frantic desire to find Wen Song.

But once a person's obsession takes root in their heart, it's not so easy to completely sever it.

Even in his dreams, he could see Wen Song smiling at him, sticking close to him, and obediently calling him "Brother Shi Jing".

But every time he reached out to grab it, his fingertips could only grasp a piece of cold air.

He missed her so much that his heart ached.

The photos preserved in those albums could only serve as a temporary pain reliever for him.

He curled up in bed, turning on his phone while telling himself to just look at it, just one look.

Before he could even open the album containing Wen Song's photos, a deluge of messages and missed call notifications flooded in, constantly refreshing the screen.

Zhou Shijing had no interest in looking through the pages and was about to swipe open the app when his phone suddenly rang, its shrill sound echoing in the deathly silent room.

He frowned as he looked at the caller ID; it was a friend he often hung out with.

But he didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment, so he hung up immediately.

However, the person seemed to have something urgent to say, because Zhou Shijing hung up on him one second and called back the next.

Annoyed, Zhou Shijing swiped to answer the phone, "What is it?"

The other person breathed a sigh of relief when he answered the phone, "Brother, you finally answered! Do you know I've been calling you since yesterday? My phone's practically smoking from all the calls..."

Zhou Shijing was too lazy to listen to so many prefixes, and interrupted him without hesitation, "Just say the important things."

The other person understood Zhou Shijing's personality and could tell from his bad tone that he was in a bad mood. So, without beating around the bush, they asked directly, "I just want to ask you what's going on between you and Wen Xiaomei? Last night, I went to the movies with my girlfriend and saw her and a man at the movie theater entrance. They were being very affectionate, and the man even gave her a huge bouquet of roses."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shijing suddenly felt a spasm in his stomach.

It turns out that Wen Song really does have a boyfriend, and the two are very close.

His face turned visibly pale, his fingers gripping his phone tightly. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words, "I broke up with her."

"You broke up? That's fine, I was just being nosy."

The other person seemed a little embarrassed. "But you know what, that guy was really handsome, completely different from you. I even secretly took a few pictures of them, intending to send them to you. But since you've broken up, I doubt you'd be interested, so..."

Send it to me.

Zhou Shijing clutched his stomach and forced himself to sit up in bed.

The dull pain persisted, but the physical discomfort was far from suppressing the obsession swirling in my heart.

He knew perfectly well that this kind of entanglement and spying was just asking for trouble, but he couldn't control himself.

He desperately wanted to know what kind of man had managed to enter Wen Song's heart in such a short time, making her turn away so decisively and leave him without hesitation.

Less than two minutes after the call ended, I received a picture message on my phone.

Zhou Shijing's fingertips trembled as he tapped the screen.

The image was somewhat blurry, making it difficult to clearly see the faces of the two people. Only the girl could be vaguely seen holding a bouquet of brightly blooming red roses in her arms.

The tall, imposing man beside her leaned slightly forward, his large hand gently resting on the top of her head in an extremely tender gesture.

A tiny, seemingly insignificant movement, yet it pierced Zhou Shijing's eyes like a sharp needle.

Jealousy almost instantly overwhelmed him. How could the action that only he could do to Wen Song be done to another man?

He couldn't accept it. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together. He wished he could reach into the screen and push the man away from Wen Song.

However, the second and third pictures that followed made the blood flowing through his body instantly freeze into ice.

His eyes seemed to have suddenly lost their ability to move, fixed fixedly on the man in the picture.

Although it was just a profile, he knew that face so well that he would recognize it even if it were reduced to ashes.

Lu Zhiheng.

His maternal uncle.

Zhou Shijing was stunned for four or five seconds, unable to believe what he was seeing.

My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum, growing faster and faster.

He went crazy, zooming in and out on the picture with two fingers.

The more you zoom in, the clearer the facial contours become.

How could it be him?

Why him?

Zhou Shijing clutched his stomach tightly, trying to inhale deeply, attempting to expel the absurdity and helplessness from the depths of his heart.

However, the turbid energy kept churning and fermenting inside his body, and he felt like his whole body was about to burst.

He remembered that morning, having breakfast at Wen Song's house, when Lu Zhiheng pushed the fried egg towards Wen Song and said, "Wen Song is never anyone's trouble."

He recalled the ambiguous male voice that came through the phone when he spoke to Wen Song that day.

He recalled that night when Lu Zhiheng appeared out of nowhere and took Wen Song away from him with absolute force.

Zhou Shijing became more and more distraught and found it increasingly absurd. One of them was his former fiancée, and the other was his own uncle. How could they do such a thing behind his back?

At one point, he finally couldn't take it anymore and lost control, smashing his phone hard onto the floor.

A loud "bang" was heard.

Lu Yun, who was about to knock on the door and check on him, was startled and her fingertips hovered in mid-air.

"Shi Jing, what are you doing in there?"

She raised her hand and pounded on the door, her voice frantic and panicked: "Shi Jing, open the door! Open the door quickly!"

The room was deathly silent, without a single response. Lu Yun's heart sank; a sense of foreboding gripped her. She immediately raised her voice and shouted downstairs, "Aunt Tian, ​​quickly bring up the spare key to Shi Jing's room!"

A moment later, Aunt Tian clutched the keys and hurried upstairs. Zhou Yongqian, who heard the commotion downstairs, followed closely behind and rushed up to the second floor.

The door was quickly pried open, and a strong, pungent smell of alcohol, carrying a sense of decadence and despair, rushed out. Lu Yun's brows furrowed, but her gaze suddenly froze on the bedroom floor. Her blood seemed to freeze instantly. Zhou Shijing lay in the middle of the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes closed, already unconscious.

Her heart clenched painfully, and she screamed, "Shi Jing!"

Yunjin Pavilion.

Wen Song was tidying up Wen Miaomiao's room at that moment.

Actually, there wasn't much to collect. In the few months she'd been here, besides some seasonal clothes, she had nothing else.

Wen Song took out the clothes from the wardrobe one by one, carefully folded them neatly, and put them into storage bags.

When she finally picked up the red scarf she had only worn for one day, a wave of bitterness welled up uncontrollably in her heart.

She gently rubbed her cheek with the scarf, the soft texture reminding her of the time last night when Wen Miaomiao took a picture with her cheek to cheek.

She appears to be a cool and aloof woman on the surface, but she is actually very thoughtful and easily satisfied; a scarf can make her happy all day.