The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"Is Wen Zhi my sister's boyfriend?" Qi Lin leaned against the door, staring at Wen Yisheng, and didn't forget to turn on the flashlight on the wall to cover his tracks.

Despite the sudden accident, Wen Yisheng's heart was still pounding.

She paused for a moment, then immediately retorted, "No!"

Qi Lin scoffed lightly, clearly unconvinced, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "What's so embarrassing about admitting you're in a relationship? Fine, then tell me, if you're not dating, why are you being so intimate?"

Wen Yisheng was frantically trying to figure out how to prove that she and Wen Zhi weren't in that kind of relationship.

"No, what does my business have to do with you? Why should I explain to you!" Wen Yisheng quickly calmed down, but her expression became even more annoyed. "Get out of my way."

Qi Lin stood still, then suddenly looked away and smiled at the light and shadow in the private room, though there was no real smile in his eyes.

"This is admitting guilt. I really don't understand, they were all lovey-dovey in front of everyone at the dinner table, and now they're acting all coy and trying to hide something."

His tone was languid, his sarcasm nonchalant, but his eyes held a seriousness. "Oh, I see. You weren't forced into this relationship by him, were you?"

Wen Yisheng couldn't push him away, so she gave up and took a step back.

"...Just my brother," her voice was a little hoarse, "like siblings, family."

Qi Lin remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered his gaze, and laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, as if he found it quite ridiculous.

Wen Yisheng's expression grew increasingly unpleasant amidst his laughter.

Qi Lin's smile vanished instantly. He grasped her shoulders, his expression extremely serious: "Sister."

He called out again earnestly, "Sister."

"Do you really think that just because I call you 'older sister,' I only see you as an older sister? Don't be so naive."

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she forgot to push him away.

Qi Lin's eyes were dark and intense: "When he said he'd be your brother, did he really only see you as his sister?"

"You...get out of my way!" Wen Yisheng's lips trembled slightly; she didn't want to hear any more.

"What kind of brother treats his sister like this? Why does he feed you, wipe your mouth, hold your hand, and hug you wherever he goes?" Qi Lin restrained her struggling arms and locked her in his arms.

He looked down at her intently: "Is this what brother and sister are like? So, you wouldn't mind if he kissed you, touched you, or even slept in the same bed with you in the future?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head, wanting only to cover her ears. She was on the verge of a breakdown and pushed him away, reacting a beat too slowly.

She pushed Qi Lin away and ran out of the private room as if fleeing.

The corridor lights flickered, and she couldn't tell which way to go. She looked around blankly, and just as she turned a corner, Qi Lin caught up with her.

The boy's eyes gleamed sharply under the lamplight. He grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. "Why are you running away, sister? Am I wrong?"

"..." Wen Yisheng's body was still trembling slightly, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

Qi Lin chuckled slowly, staring at her: "Sister, is it because of money? He's rich, so you're pretending to be stupid and playing along with him?"

"Then I can give myself to you too. I call you 'older sister,' does that mean I can kiss you too—"

*Snap.* A crisp sound rang out clearly in the quiet corridor.

Wen Yisheng mustered all her strength to push him away and slapped Qi Lin across the face with trembling hands.

The dim, hazy lights flickered silently.

The boy's face was turned to the side after being hit, and a red mark quickly appeared on his fair cheek.

Wen Yisheng's chest heaved, her eyes were red, and her half-draped black hair accentuated her small and delicate face, making her skin appear even paler and more fragile.

Her voice was hoarse: "Have you said enough?"

Qi Lin froze for a few seconds, touched his slapped face, and suddenly laughed, pressing Wen Yisheng's shoulder.

He bent down, tilted his head, and kissed her.

Wen Yisheng's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

From the rear view, the two appeared to be kissing with their necks intertwined, but Wen Yisheng knew clearly that his thumb was pressed against the corner of her lips, and they hadn't actually kissed!

What is he doing...?

Qi Lin suddenly winked at her gently, a sly smile in his eyes.

A figure suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Lu Zhizhou saw this scene as soon as he turned the corner, and his expression was astonished as if he had seen a ghost.

He had just been pondering what Qilin had said and felt something was amiss.

It's that line the little rascal said: "You were calling her 'sister-in-law' before."

He became increasingly uneasy, and when he looked around, all three people in the private room were gone. He quickly went out to look for them.

This search indeed led to trouble; what did he see?

Qi Lin was personally interviewed by Yi Sheng? That's fake, right?

Today is his birthday, he doesn't want it to become his death anniversary, damn it!!

"You two are here, damn it, you dare... behind Brother Zhi's back, Qilin, you motherfucker!" Lu Zhizhou was so angry that he was incoherent.

They didn't dare to loudly stop them.

They were afraid of attracting attention.

He stamped his foot in frustration: "You two, let go!"

It's alright, it's alright. Wen Zhi hasn't come over yet. Lu Zhizhou doesn't want to see any bloodshed on his birthday. Things have come to this point, so he can only help Qi Lin cover for now.

He absolutely mustn't let Wen Zhi see this scene. This place is relatively secluded; he just needs to stop Wen Zhi from coming over here.

Uh, why does my back suddenly feel a little cold? Lu Zhizhou gasped and slowly turned around.

Then I saw Wen Zhi appear behind me at some point.

Lu Zhizhou was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, stammering.

"Brother Zhi, this... this... Qilin is drunk..."

"Get out." Wen Zhi's eyes were frighteningly cold. He shoved Lu Zhizhou, who slammed his back against the wall and was in considerable pain.

Qi Lin glanced at Wen Zhi who was walking over out of the corner of his eye, and then stood up slightly.

His dark eyes were clear and pure. "Sister, I'll show you what he really is..."

Before he could even speak, Wen Zhi, expressionless, raised his foot and kicked him.

Qi Lin neither dodged nor avoided the kick, and was kicked so hard that he fell two meters backward to the ground.

Wen Yisheng was shocked and looked at Wen Zhi in disbelief.

Putting aside his true feelings for her, Wen Yisheng never expected Wen Zhi to hit someone.

Wen Zhi smiled, a smile that was more terrifying than any attempt to hide it, looking down at Qi Lin: "Why did you kiss her?"

"Wen Zhi..." Wen Yisheng swallowed hard and stepped forward to tug at his clothes.

"Shh," Wen Zhi said calmly, gently pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't speak, I'm asking him a question."