The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The air remained still for a long time.

It was as if a heavy, oppressive gloomy haze had enveloped it.

Wen Zhi looked at Wen Yisheng calmly, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth, suppressing a storm. He felt deceived and betrayed.

Despite his extreme anger and frustration, he still managed a gentle smile. "Sorry, I accidentally broke Ah Sheng's phone."

He reached out, took his phone, and handed it to Wen Yisheng: "Use your brother's for now, I'll take you to buy a new one tomorrow, okay?"

How could Wen Yisheng have imagined that he had already discovered and clearly seen the information she deleted?

There is absolutely no privacy or secrets.

By accident...

Wen Yisheng looked at the phone, which was shattered beyond recognition on the ground. It must have been quite a careless mistake for it to be dropped like this.

But she was powerless to argue.

"No need." Wen Yisheng picked up the broken phone from the ground without looking at Wen Zhi.

Her calm and compromising demeanor appeared to Wen Zhi as a sign of being overwhelmed.

Annoyed, aren't you?

Wen Yisheng was already tired of him.

That's why she chatted with other men behind his back.

Wen Zhi didn't want to care so much, as that would make him seem petty. But why would Wen Yisheng delete the message records? What other reason could there be besides feeling guilty?!

The thought of these things made him so agitated that he wanted to kill someone.

Of course he wouldn't hurt Wen Yisheng; the real culprit was that scheming man who seduced Wen Yisheng.

After all, his Ah Sheng is innocent and kind, the most beautiful being in the world.

She must have been bewitched by that scoundrel outside.

He knew all too well how filthy and despicable the male species could be.

When will Ah Sheng finally understand that he is the only person in the world who truly loves, cherishes, and protects her the most?

Wen Yisheng may never understand this in her lifetime. She picked up the broken phone and put it on the table.

Stepping into the kitchen, the cookies were already baked, looking quite appealing and smelling wonderful. Wen Yisheng tried one.

The taste is acceptable.

She prepared wrapping paper and gift boxes in advance, and packed one up to give to Lu Zhizhou tomorrow.

Set aside one portion to place on an elegant pastry plate.

She slowly walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of snacks, while Wen Zhi remained seated on the sofa, motionless.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, walked to the coffee table, and said somewhat casually, "The cookies are ready. Do you want some?"

Wen Zhi leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

He looked gloomy and dejected. He paused for a moment when he heard Wen Yisheng's voice, and slowly opened his eyelids.

"Ah Sheng..." As if soothed by her voice, his anxiety and resentment eased, his eyes softened, and he reached out his hand to her.

Wen Zhi choked up for some reason, like a spoiled child with an insecure feeling: "Ah Sheng, can you hug your brother?"

"..." Wen Yisheng didn't want to.

In the past, any intimate contact that crossed the boundaries between siblings was always forced by Wen Zhi.

She couldn't resist Wen Zhi's charm, but she disliked being intimate with him and even resented it.

After placing the plate of snacks on the table, Wen Yisheng turned and went back to her bedroom.

Wen Zhi watched her return to her room, and the glimmer of light in his eyes returned to its deadness.

~

The next day, the National Day holiday began.

Wen Yisheng woke up at seven o'clock and subconsciously reached for her phone, but found nothing. She then remembered that Wen Zhi had broken her phone.

She paused for half a minute, then finished washing up and went to the living room, where she first smelled a sweet floral fragrance.

The living room vase was filled with a beautifully trimmed bouquet of fresh flowers, just like every morning.

"Dinner is ready." Wen Zhi's voice rang out in the restaurant, gentle and pleasant.

Wen Yisheng walked over and saw the boy's clean and refined face, with his usual faint smile.

Everything seemed to have returned to peace.

"Good morning," he greeted gently.

Wen Yisheng inappropriately recalled last night when he asked her for a hug, his voice trembling.

"Okay, good morning." Wen Yisheng nodded.

"Oh, right," Wen Zhi picked up a box on the table, took out a new cell phone from it, and handed it to Wen Yisheng: "This is a new cell phone that your brother gave you as compensation."

Wen Yisheng didn't expect him to act so quickly. She glanced at the phone; it was black, thin, and looked expensive.

"It's too expensive, I don't want it." Wen Yisheng's previous phone was three years old and worthless.

Wen Zhi smiled and said, "It's not expensive. I broke your phone, and I'll feel guilty if you don't accept it."

Wen Yisheng finally accepted it. The new phone contained nothing but Wen Zhi's contact information.

"Where's my old phone?" Wen Yisheng noticed that her old phone was missing from the table.

It contains a SIM card, which can be used in a new phone.

The contact information for my few friends is all there. And logging into WeChat, QQ, etc., requires a phone number.

Wen Zhi paused, a slightly embarrassed and apologetic look on his face: "I threw it away when I went downstairs to take out the trash."

"But we still need to use the SIM card inside." Wen Yisheng was taken aback.

Wen Zhi smiled faintly, "It's alright, I've already installed the new card for you."

Wen Yisheng held her breath, turning her head away, not wanting to look at him. Her thoughts were in turmoil, and as if breaking free from her restraints, she suddenly shouted, "Why do you always meddle in my affairs without my consent?!"

"..." Wen Zhi's face was still shrouded in a gentle smile, showing great patience.

He uttered two words softly, "Eat."

"I'm not hungry." Wen Yisheng felt unbearable tightness in her chest and didn't want to be in the same space as Wen Zhi.

But my thoughts were sometimes jumbled up, and Wen Zhi's words were like instructions.

Have you ever seen birds being trained?

You can make birds obey without breaking their wings, just by gently uttering commands.

"I said let's eat." Wen Zhi's expression slowly turned cold.

Even a caged bird has the instinct to escape, and Wen Yisheng turned to leave.

"Wen Yisheng." He rarely called her by her full name.

Wen Zhi reached out to stop her, his icy hand covering her delicate white nape, gently stroking it. Wen Yisheng shivered instantly.

He tilted his head, smiling casually, "You're going to get angry with me over such a small thing?"

Wen Yisheng's back trembled slightly, and her whole body stiffened, as if her lifeline had been choked.

She shook her head.

"Sweetie, let's eat." He reached out and took her hand, leading her to the dining room.

Wen Yisheng followed him blankly, her hands clenching her new phone tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Wen Yisheng didn't go to Fanxing Dance Studio today, nor did she work part-time at the coffee shop.

Wen Zhi told her to rest for a day. The two did their homework at home, and Wen Yisheng's grades dropped, so Wen Zhi tutored her. He was also an excellent student in humanities subjects.

In the evening, the two changed their clothes and went out hand in hand.

Wen Yisheng shook her arm, and Wen Zhi, who was closing the door, turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

It's October now, autumn, and Beijing experiences large temperature differences between day and night, with slightly lower temperatures at night.

The clothes Wen Yisheng was wearing were chosen and styled for her by Wen Zhi.

Off-white color scheme.

She wore a long skirt and a knitted cardigan. Her hair wasn't tied in a ponytail; it was half-down, adorned with a pearl hair clip.

She is serene and gentle.

Wen Zhi actually really enjoys dressing up Wen Yisheng and is not stingy in showing off her beauty to the outside world, provided that he has absolute control over everything about her.

Wen Zhi was also dressed in beige, and the two looked harmonious and well-matched from any angle.

"I didn't take the cookies," Wen Yisheng said.

Today is Lu Zhizhou's birthday. Back in school, Lu Zhizhou repeatedly told me that I had to go and celebrate his birthday.

Wen Zhi smiled, closed the door, and said, "It's alright. Lu Zhizhou doesn't like cookies, so I prepared two birthday gifts for him."

"..." Wen Yisheng shut her mouth and said no more.

Midsummer Night Club.

Many friends had already arrived in the private room, and Lu Zhizhou, like a birthday celebrant, sat in the middle.

"Brother Wei, are you here yet?" Lu Zhizhou dialed the phone, and as soon as he heard that the other party was Wen Zhi, the originally lively private room spontaneously fell silent.

Wen Zhi was still on the road, and the driver kept stopping and starting.

While answering the phone, he casually twirled the end of Wen Yisheng's hair with his fingers. "There's a bit of traffic."

Wen Yisheng quietly turned her face away from the car window, her profile was clear and fair, with a kind of ethereal beauty.

She didn't say anything, but simply moved a little closer to the car door.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Zhizhou said, "Okay, we'll wait for you and Xiao Shengsheng to arrive before serving the dishes."

Wen Zhi casually hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips, and took her delicate, snow-white hand in his palm, playing with it.

She's ticklish.

He gently touched her soft palm with his fingertips, and Wen Yisheng would tremble all over, extremely sensitive.

~

Inside the private room, Lu Zhizhou put his phone on the table and turned to instruct his cousin beside him.

"Qilin, don't be rude when Brother Zhi comes over later."

"If you dare to act like a complete idiot again, I'll kick you out of here! You hear me?" Lu Zhizhou warned him.

Everyone in this private room wants to curry favor with Wen Zhi.

It was only because this little rascal was so unruly and reckless, disregarding the consequences, that Lu Zhizhou was unwilling to put in the effort and get away with it if he weren't his cousin.

Qi Lin poured himself a glass of warm water to fill his stomach and nodded perfunctorily: "I heard it, I heard it with both ears."