The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was indeed provoked by Qi Lin's almost malicious words.

It was like breaking through a thick layer of smog; my chaotic thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

She thinks back on it now.

I just felt extremely embarrassed to talk about it.

When did she start to become so dependent on Wen Zhi?

His interactions with her—hugging, holding hands, feeding each other, drying each other's hair after showering, and so many other intimate gestures—were all part of their relationship.

Wen Yisheng vaguely recalled those scenes, and goosebumps rose on her back.

At this moment, the usually gentle and refined boy actually hit someone, exuding a deathly coldness from the inside out.

"Why did you kiss her?" Wen Zhi's eyes held a terrifying, out-of-control emotion.

Qi Lin took a kick and his lower abdomen hurt, but he still laughed provocatively, "I kissed my older sister, not you, so what's it to you?"

Upon hearing this title, a fierce and icy killing intent flashed in Wen Zhi's eyes.

"Yes, sister, ah," he repeated through gritted teeth, his meaning unclear.

Sister.

The person Wen Yisheng chatted with via text message on her phone called her "elder sister".

It was him.

Wen Zhi's arm hung naturally at his side, and a small sharp point suddenly slipped out from the cuff of his right sleeve. A tiny white light flashed on the wall.

The tip of a knife.

Lu Zhizhou, who was behind, felt a chill run down his spine. He had clearly seen the tip of the scalpel slipping from Wen Zhi's sleeve.

madman.

He always carries a scalpel with him.

Why are people afraid of madmen?

Because madmen have privileges: ordinary people cherish their lives, but they don't.

Lu Zhizhou rushed over suddenly and pushed Wen Zhi aside like a small cannonball.

Then--

With a flying kick, Qi Lin, who had just stood up, was knocked to the ground again.

He grabbed Qi Lin by the collar and started punching him hard, without holding back at all.

"You little bastard, you've had a few drinks and you're already acting like a drunkard, haven't you? It's one thing to flirt with young girls, but to act like a horny jerk at my birthday party, do you even know who that is?!"

"Sheng Sheng is Zhi Ge's sister, a sister even closer than a biological sister. If she's his sister, then she's my sister too. If you dare bully her, even if you're just a cousin, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Lu Zhizhou was a bully since childhood, and fighting was a daily occurrence for him. His punches and kicks were fierce and ruthless.

Qi Lin took Wen Zhi's kick without dodging or avoiding it, and he also failed to dodge his cousin's sudden kick. He was suppressed from the start and it was difficult for him to fight back.

For now, I could only use my elbows to protect my head and grit my teeth to endure it.

Lu Zhizhou shouted as he hit him, "I might as well beat you to death!"

Wen Zhili stood calmly to the side, the tip of the knife hidden in his sleeve.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were coldly indifferent, and he neither expressed his opinion nor tried to stop them.

"Lu Zhizhou, stop hitting him!" Wen Yisheng was shocked and pushed Lu Zhizhou to block Qi Lin.

Let's ignore Wen Zhi for now.

Lu Zhizhou reacted so strongly because she was so angry that she hit Qi Lin, which really took her by surprise.

Lu Zhizhou glanced at Wen Zhi out of the corner of his eye, feeling uneasy.

Lu Zhizhou guessed that Wen Zhi might have genuinely intended to kill him just now. All because of a kiss. His feelings for Wen Yisheng had truly reached an extremely terrifying level.

Therefore, he had to teach Qi Lin a lesson before Wen Zhi could, and ideally, make him calm down after witnessing it.

otherwise……

Lu Zhizhou dared not imagine what might happen.

But it was clear that Wen Zhi was still angry.

"Sheng Sheng, stay away. I'm disciplining this little rascal so you don't get hurt."

Qi Lin suddenly looked up, his eyes were dark and clear, his face had several bruises, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled at her, however, and said, "Sister..."

Lu Zhizhou punched Qi Lin in the face, stopping him from speaking: "If you keep yelling like that, I'll tear your mouth apart! Who do you think you are, calling me 'sister'?!"

Qi Lin guessed Lu Zhizhou's intention, but he was also enraged and suddenly threw him over, and the two wrestled together.

Lu Zhizhou grabbed a nearby trash can and smashed it over Qi Lin's head.

The cigarette butts and crumpled papers in the trash can were all dumped out. The trash can was made of stainless steel with hard edges, and Qi Lin's short-haired head was hit directly and bled!

Large amounts of blood slid down her fair forehead, dripping onto the floor and quickly pooling into a small puddle.

It's quite shocking to look at.

"He's bleeding! You... Lu Zhizhou..." Wen Yisheng kicked Lu Zhizhou in a panic.

It's quite a sight to see two large males fighting.

She couldn't stop her at all.

Wen Yisheng's arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled hard, causing her to crash into the person's arms.

She looked up and met a pair of pale eyes that seemed to be covered in frost. "He forcibly kissed you, and you feel sorry for him?"

"What?! Can't you see Qi Lin is bleeding?" Wen Yisheng grabbed Wen Zhi's shirt, extremely anxious. "If this keeps up, someone will die! You have to stop him!"

Qi Lin was already bleeding from his head.

Lu Zhizhou's clenched fist was trembling upon closer inspection, yet he still pressed down on him and mercilessly punched him.

It was the first time Wen Yisheng had ever seen men fight like this, and she felt her heart pound with fear.

"Stop hitting him," Wen Zhi said.

He casually glanced at the two utterly disheveled figures and smiled faintly: "It's not a big deal for my little cousin to make a mistake, Lu Zhizhou, you've gone too far."

He absolved himself of all responsibility with a single sentence.

Instead, they offered Lu Zhizhou a consolation that sounded like a reproach.

Lu Zhizhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Wen Zhi had calmed down: "It's okay, he's thick-skinned."

Before Wen Yisheng could speak, Wen Zhi led her away, saying, "We'll be going now, you guys continue having fun."

After they left, Lu Zhizhou immediately took out his phone and called the driver, then helped Qi Lin down to the hospital via another elevator.

Qi Lin wiped the blood from his eyes that had blurred his vision. "Sister..."

"You fucking older sister!" Lu Zhizhou wanted to kick him again. "I only just found out that your first love, Wen Yisheng, is Wen Yisheng. If you don't want to die, you'd better give up on that idea right now!"

Wen Yisheng was dragged away by Wen Zhi.

"Wen Zhi, you're hurting me! Let go!"

Wen Zhi, with a gloomy face, didn't say a word and dragged Wen Yisheng into the elevator. Wen Yisheng stumbled and was forced to follow.

She regained her freedom only after getting into the car.

Wen Zhi's grip was strong; her bones ached from being squeezed, as if they were about to break.

"I'm sorry..." The quiet, cramped space brought Wen Zhi back to his senses, and he stared down at her wrist.

Wen Yisheng rubbed her wrist, which was now red, and turned her head to look out the window, ignoring him.

Wen Zhi reached out to take her hand, but Wen Yisheng frowned and dodged, hiding her hand on the side where he couldn't reach it, a clear defensive posture.

After the car had been driving for a while, Wen Yisheng suddenly said in a low voice:

"Wen Zhi, thank you for taking care of me during this time. I've found a place to live, so I won't be staying with you anymore."

Wen Zhi was taken aback, trying his best to remain calm. "So suddenly, where are we going to stay?"

"At a friend's place."

The car was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes briefly, the car's interior light soft against his skin. When he opened them again, his expression was gentle and warm. He reached out to put his arm around her waist: "Don't be silly, how can your brother let a girl like you live alone out there, Asheng..."

"Don't touch me like that!" Wen Yisheng reacted strongly, pushing Wen Zhi away violently the moment he leaned in.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely tense. The driver raised the partition on his own initiative and didn't dare to look back.

Wen Zhi paused for two seconds, his lips gradually tightening, his light-colored eyes fixed on Wen Yisheng's disgusted expression.

He became fierce.

Where was the docile and obedient girl who used to follow him around so well?

Look. Just like that.

He was gone for just a short while. She was then kidnapped by someone else.

He didn't know what the other person had said to her, but the well-behaved girl he had been so worried about and pampered had suddenly rebelled against him.

Okay. If she won't let me touch her, then I won't.

Wen sat up straight, creating some distance between them, and asked gently, "Why are you suddenly moving out? Can you tell me the reason?"

Wen Yisheng was completely awakened by Qi Lin's words.

They escaped Wen Zhi's mental trap.

"Do you really only see me as a younger sister?" Wen Yisheng asked bluntly.

Wen Zhi remained expressionless: "Yes."

Why did you hit Qi Lin?

"He forcibly kissed you, what kind of brother am I if I don't hit him?" He said softly, in a matter-of-fact tone.

The logic is sound and perfect.

Lu Zhizhou was much more ruthless than him; after all, Wen Zhi only kicked him once.

Wen Yisheng turned to look at him, "What if it wasn't a forced kiss?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air inside the car seemed to turn dark and cold in an instant.

Wen Zhi's eyes were expressionless, yet inexplicably chilling. He smiled, "So, you're enjoying it? Did I interrupt you?"

"..." Wen Yisheng felt a little cold and wrapped her knitted cardigan tighter around herself. "I don't."

Wen Zhi stared at her intently for a long time before looking out the window, it was unclear whether he believed her or not.

Back in Hetang Bay, Wen Yisheng went straight into the bedroom.

Wen Zhi ignored her, went back to his room, and opened his laptop.

Wen Yisheng had at least ten hidden cameras secretly installed in his bedroom.

A dense array of cameras, with no blind spots, broadcast all of Wen Yisheng's privacy to Wen Zhi in real time.

At this moment, the computer screen shows Wen Yisheng pulling her suitcase and packing her clothes.

—She really wanted to leave; she didn't want to stay even for one night.

Wen Zhi was really...heartbroken.

Over the past year, this house has witnessed so many beautiful and intimate moments for them.

What did he do wrong to her?!

He pampered her, took care of her, and made sure she received the best care in every detail.

How could Wen Yisheng, just because of those few malicious words of instigation from that Qilin,

So heartlessly, without a second thought, just leaving him behind?

In the surveillance footage, Wen Yisheng was packing her luggage and changing clothes.

Wen Yisheng's bust size wasn't large, but in the past year, perhaps due to nutrition or something else, her bust size increased by two cup sizes.

This is not something to be happy about for dancers, as many dance styles pursue a slender figure, and large breasts are a burden.

Wen Yisheng would occasionally look at her chest in the mirror with distress.

Wen Zhi would watch her on the monitor and would laugh at her unhappy little face.

Of course. He likes Ah Sheng whether she's big or small.

He thought she was beautiful in every way.

—That's getting off topic, but Wen Zhi has no time to appreciate Wen Yisheng's beauty right now; his eyes are devoid of any desire.

He closed his laptop, shut his eyes, and suddenly kicked over the table next to him, his eyes burning with frustration.