The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi sat down next to Wen Yisheng.

The dishes were served one after another.

Wen Zhi didn't eat much; he spent the whole meal feeding Wen Yisheng.

He picked up food for her, peeled shrimp for her, and before Wen Yisheng had even finished her first bite, he would put the next bite to her mouth.

Watching her chew her food in small bites, her eyes were so tender they were almost sickening, as if she wanted to chew it up and feed it to her mouth-to-mouth.

Everyone around was stunned.

"Wen Zhizhen is so considerate and gentle, and she's so good at taking care of people. I'm so envious."

"But what exactly is their relationship? Are they a couple?"

The girls looked at each other with longing and whispered to each other. They were so intimate that it made people feel embarrassed, and their sweetness brought tears to their eyes.

Although Wen Yisheng didn't need this kind of care at all.

Qi Lin remained silent throughout the meal, so quiet that Lu Zhizhou found it strange. He turned his head and lowered his voice, "What's wrong with you? I never knew you were so honest before?"

"..." Qilin remained silent, his gaze shifting as he swept over the man and woman across the table.

Desserts that girls love were served on the table.

Desserts shaped like small cherries.

Wen Zhi placed one hand under the table, supporting her waist, while his right hand held a small spoon. He scooped out a small piece of bright red, glossy cherry and brought it to her lips.

"Try it."

Wen Yisheng's expression was somewhat blank as she slightly opened her mouth to take the dessert he fed her.

Her skin was snow-white, and her lips were a natural, glossy pink, which, in Wen Zhi's eyes, was more tempting and delicious than any dessert.

"Is it good?" Wen Zhi tilted his head and asked her, his expression patient and gentle.

The cherry-shaped dessert actually tasted sweet and sour like cherries, with delicate cream and a refreshing fruity aroma. It should have been delicious, but Wen Yisheng couldn't taste anything special.

"Mmm." But she nodded quietly nonetheless.

Wen Zhi seemed oblivious to her perfunctory attitude and scooped out another small piece of dessert to feed her.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and gently pushed his wrist.

Wen Zhi asked softly, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to eat?"

I'm full.

"Alright." Wen Zhi didn't force her and ate the dessert from the small spoon himself.

This move left everyone dumbfounded.

That spoon...was it used by Wen Yisheng? What kind of relationship allows them to share personal utensils?

The private room fell silent for a few seconds.

Wen Zhi seemed oblivious to the stares of others, calmly eating the dessert from his spoon, then putting down the spoon and slowly wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

He poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Wen Yisheng, wiping the corner of her mouth, which was smeared with cream, with the pad of his thumb: "Drink some water."

Wen Yisheng was strangely docile in front of him.

Holding the cup, I sipped the water slowly.

"Damn, did Brother Zhi drug Xiao Sheng Sheng? How come their relationship is so good, like a couple?" Lu Zhizhou sighed and muttered to himself, "They're dating? Hmm, looks like they are."

Lu Zhizhou, intrigued, nudged Qi Lin beside him with his elbow: "Isn't Xiao Shengsheng beautiful? You were completely mesmerized just now, you're quite something."

"Tell me, is your first love prettier, or my future sister-in-law?"

Qi Lin frowned and gave him a cold look. "Weren't you just calling me 'sister-in-law' a moment ago?"

"Huh?" Lu Zhizhou was completely bewildered and didn't understand at all. "What the hell? I call your first love sister-in-law, so I'd definitely call my brother's woman sister-in-law."

Lu Zhizhou was able to distinguish between these basic ethical relationships among relatives and friends.

"..." Qi Lin held back his anger, his hands gripping the table tightly, his gaze fixed on the person opposite him.

My sister's name isn't Wei Lan; it used to be Wen Yisheng.

It's the one my cousin kept talking about, Wen Zhi.

Did they talk?

But Sister's condition was clearly not right. Before, when she was with him, she would get angry at him, laugh when she was angry, be serious, or be speechless.

Although her emotions did not fluctuate significantly, they were still rich and subtly varied.

The older sister in front of me was like a wooden doll that could only obediently follow orders.

"They are not a good match," Qi Lin said coldly.

After hearing this, Lu Zhizhou glanced at Wen Yisheng and said, "Don't say that. She has no parents and no background, so her family background is indeed not good enough for Brother Zhi, but the girl is quite good in other aspects."

Qi Lin said expressionlessly, "I mean Wen Zhi is not good enough for her."

Lu Zhizhou: "..."

"Fine, think whatever you want. Whether they're good enough or not is none of your business. You've said it to me, but just don't let Wen Zhi hear it. If he wants to assassinate you, I can't stop him."

After dinner, the group went upstairs to a private room to continue having fun.

Wen Zhi felt the private room was too noisy, so he took Wen Yisheng out for some fresh air. When they got to the restroom, he gently instructed her, "I drank a lot of water. I'm going to the restroom. Yisheng, stand here and wait for me."

The lights here are dim, and the music in the private room is blocked out by the walls, making it very quiet.

Wen Yisheng: "Oh."

Wen Zhi stroked her hair, wanting her to go into the bathroom with him; he didn't want to be apart from her for even a minute.

But when Wen Zhi thought about how many smelly men had entered the men's restroom and how much filth and bacteria would contaminate Ah Sheng, he gave up the idea.

"Stay where you are and don't wander off," Wen Zhi instructed again before entering the restroom.

Wen Yisheng stood still, with a luxurious washbasin next to her. She turned her head and saw a girl in the mirror with dull eyes and a blank expression.

That's her.

Wen Yisheng slowly raised her hand and touched her face. She forced a smile, but found it looked terrible.

Suddenly, a person appeared in the mirror. Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, and her wrist was grabbed.

She was being dragged away by brute force.

Wen Yisheng instinctively reached out to call for help, but the man turned around, his face full of youthful charm: "Sister, it's me."

"Qi Lin..." Wen Yisheng turned her head and glanced in the direction of the restroom. Wen Zhi hadn't come out yet. She struggled violently, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Qi Lin stopped talking, grabbed her forcefully, and casually pushed open the door to an empty private room.

Wen Yisheng leaned against the wall for support, unwilling to go inside. "What are you doing?!"

The end of the corridor leads to the washbasin area, and Wen Zhi can see them as soon as he comes out.

Qi Lin glanced behind him, then grabbed her struggling arms with one hand and put his other arm around her waist, half-carrying her as he pushed her into the private room.