The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The following sections were extremely agonizing for Wen Yisheng.

She didn't hear a word the teacher said; her mind was a jumbled mess, yet she was unusually clear-headed.

Every word on the small note was as clear as if it were engraved into the bone.

How could that be, Wen Zhi...

From the moment she went to the Wen family, this boy, who smiled gently at her and took care of her in every way, was so considerate and kind that he seemed like an angel. In the eyes of her classmates, he was a stunningly handsome figure who amazed their youth.

It's fake, it's fake. She tried her best to deny the authenticity of the note in her mind, finding various reasons to exonerate Wen Zhi and convince herself.

She couldn't accept the other outcome.

That's disgusting.

What could be more terrifying than the person she relies on day and night who is actually the perpetrator who violated and kidnapped her, causing her to become sensitive and insecure, with a shadow that haunts her every day?

However, a chill that penetrated to the bone spread through her body.

Her blood seemed to flow backwards; just thinking about that possibility made her want to collapse.

So please, no, please don't.

~

At noon, Wen Yisheng went downstairs with the crowd, and Wei Lan took her arm and talked about what to eat later.

Wei Lan paused, then suddenly released Wen Yisheng and whispered in her ear, "Wen Xueshen is waiting for you, so I'll be going now!"

Since the division of labor, Wen Zhi and Wen Yisheng have had little interaction at school, and others have not noticed anything. However, Wei Lan, who is close to her, has seen it all and knows it very well.

In fact, Wei Lan had already noticed something was amiss when she discovered that the two seemed to be wearing matching sweaters.

However, Wen Yisheng didn't like to talk about it, so as her friend, she didn't ask too many questions.

In any case, she maintained a respectful distance from Wen Zhi.

"Hmm." Wen Yisheng smiled at Wei Lan and looked up at him.

The boy stood not far away, wearing his school uniform neatly. His smooth bangs fell across his forehead, slightly covering his eyebrows. His eyes and brows looked completely harmless, and he appeared clean and gentle.

The students who came downstairs were chattering about what to eat later, but they quieted down as soon as they saw Wen Zhi. They glanced at him secretly, then looked away with flushed faces.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, her expression unchanged, and walked towards him.

Wen Zhi turned around first, and the two of them stood one in front of the other, three meters apart, a distance that would not arouse suspicion, until they left the school. Wen Zhi stopped by the roadside to wait for her to come over.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" He took her schoolbag, the movement as natural as if he had done it a thousand times.

Wen Yisheng obediently handed him the schoolbag: "I like everything you made."

Wen Zhi was taken aback, somewhat surprised that she would say that, but of course he was happy.

A gentle smile curved his lips, his eyes filled with sweetness: "If Ah Sheng likes it, then let's go home."

Wen Zhi's culinary skills are undoubtedly excellent.

After the meal was prepared, Wen Yisheng looked listless, poking at the rice grains in her bowl with her chopsticks, like a child who didn't like to eat.

"Why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking?" Wen Zhi asked, a little nervously.

Wen Yisheng shook her head absentmindedly, "My mouth feels a little bitter. I suddenly remembered that my dad often makes chilled preserved plum cherry tomatoes. They're sour and cool, refreshing and good for cutting through the greasiness."

"Want some?" Wen Zhi asked.

Wen Yisheng paused, then immediately shook her head, barely managing to eat a few mouthfuls of rice. "I don't really want to, that's too much trouble."

Wen Zhi put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone from the table, and searched for information. He didn't like sweets and had never heard of preserved plum cherry tomatoes.

The method is quite simple, but I don't have any preserved plums at home. If I make it now, I can put it in the refrigerator and eat it when I get home from school in the afternoon.

Wen Zhi casually pulled out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth, then stood up: "I'm going out for a bit. Don't touch the dishes, I'll clean them up when I get back."

Wen Yisheng also stood up: "Where are you going... I really just mentioned it casually, don't bother me."

Wen Zhi smiled at her, "No trouble at all."

In fact, he was extremely happy.

If it is his nature to completely control and possess Wen Yisheng.

So, bowing down to her and serving her hand in hand was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

After Wen Zhi left, the large house fell silent.

Wen Yisheng's expression gradually turned serious. He clenched his fist and walked to the storage room, pulling down the main power switch for the house.

She returned to the living room, glanced at the working camera in the corner, and quickly walked to Wen Zhi's bedroom.

His room door was unlocked, and it was pushed open with the slightest movement of the doorknob.

The room was decorated in gray and white tones, but it wasn't gloomy. Green plants were placed by the window and on the table, and glass cabinets displayed many mechanical items, Transformers figurines, sports car ornaments, and other things that Wen Yisheng couldn't understand.

Various specimen artworks?

What caught Yi Sheng's attention the most were the skeletal specimens.

Those must be snake bones, presented in a winding posture, the white bones are lifelike, and have a cold and eerie beauty.

Wen Yisheng looked away uncomfortably, and saw the laptop on the table.

Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, but still turned on the computer.

The computer required a password, and just as Wen Yisheng was about to give up, she tentatively entered her birthday.

——The password is correct.

Wen Yisheng didn't have time to panic. She quickly checked the information on her computer. There were two black icons on the desktop that she didn't understand and had never seen before.

She tried to click on it, but the black software indicated that a fingerprint was required to unlock it.

Wen Yisheng had no choice but to shut down the computer.

She didn't know what she was doing. Her hands were shaking the whole time, and she was so anxious and panicked that her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Wen Yisheng started rummaging through the cabinets.

Perhaps because he never expected Wen Yisheng to break into the bedroom, Wen Zhi didn't lock the drawer.

In the last drawer, Wen Yisheng saw two cell phones.

One of them was her old cell phone, which had been smashed beyond recognition.

He didn't throw it away at all? But he lied to her and said he did?

Wen Yisheng ignored the old phone and took out another one.

The phone was on!

But it was locked!

Judging from the lock screen, this phone does not have a SIM card installed.

Wen Yisheng suddenly remembered that the pervert had sent her a message with a picture attached. When she called back, the number was disconnected.

Wen Yisheng still entered her birthday on her phone first.

The lock screen opened instantly. So the password was correct.

The desktop wallpaper immediately catches the eye.

The wallpaper is a group photo.

The background shows a living room sofa. The girl's eyelashes are closed, and she seems to be asleep, gently leaning on the boy's shoulder.

The boy only showed his chin, and his collarbone revealed his fair skin and a small mole on it. He was clearly Wen Zhi.

The sunlight outside the window must have been beautiful that day, casting a thin layer of light around the two of them.

Wen Yisheng frowned.

This was clearly a photo taken by Wen Zhi while she was napping, and she was completely unaware of it.

Upon seeing this group photo, Wen Yisheng's heart sank.

She opened the message; it was blank, which relieved her.

After searching around and finding nothing, her anxiety subsided slightly.

Before turning off her phone, she thought for a moment and opened the photo album.

Wen Yisheng froze abruptly, seeing that the room was full of her photos, from various angles, in various scenes, even—

Various...

Luo Zhao, his eyes blindfolded and limbs handcuffed.

Wen Yisheng calmly put her phone back, or rather, she was indifferent. She ran out of his room, but accidentally tripped and fell.

The impact of the kicking sounded dully.

She felt no pain at all; her body had lost all sensation.

Wen Yisheng scrambled to her feet, nearly in a disheveled state, and stumbled to the bathroom to dry heave.