The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

It was a gloomy afternoon.

A thick, murky cloud blanketed the bustling and magnificent city.

Looking out from the upper floors, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in low pressure; the sky was overcast, and soon raindrops began to fall, pattering against the bright glass windows and leaving mottled watermarks.

Wen Yisheng's mood was as depressed as the weather. The life of imprisonment was boring and suffocating, and Wen Zhi's constant surveillance and intimacy made it even harder for her to breathe.

The bandages on Doraemon's round hand have finally been removed.

Wen Zhi helped her change the dressing and re-bandaged it. This time, the appearance was more normal. Her left hand was completely wrapped up, while her right hand only had injured fingers, which were bandaged separately.

After bandaging her up, Wen Zhi helped her trim her nails.

He was quite skilled; his nails were neatly trimmed and beautifully rounded. He then carefully took her other hand.

Wen Zhi lowered his head and carefully trimmed her nails, his voice soft.

"Ah Sheng's fingers are so beautiful, it's just that her hands are too small."

Wen Yisheng let him fidget with her fingers, staring intently at the dark clouds outside the window, without saying a word.

"Why are you being so obedient?" He was imprisoning her freedom and wouldn't allow her to ignore him.

Wen Zhi bit her fingertip as if punishing her, his voice aggrieved: "Speak up, don't ignore me."

"...Aren't you shameless? Stop bothering me and get lost!" Wen Yisheng cursed, irritably waving him away.

Her temper also became increasingly irritable.

How come such a well-behaved little girl keeps swearing?

Wen Zhi's lips curled up as he took a disinfectant wipe and cleaned their hands: "How could Asheng treat her brother like that? Don't do it again next time. And don't swear anymore, even though it's kind of cute."

Wen Yisheng glared at him with disgust, got up and went back to her bedroom, coldly snorting, "You're just a jerk."

The moment one foot touched the ground, it was grabbed and pulled back.

Wen Zhi pressed her shoulder and pushed her back onto the sofa: "You're so spoiled, always swearing at people. Do you think I'm too good-tempered?"

She's been incredibly fierce lately, not even giving him a second glance.

He must regain his authority.

Outside the window, everything was gray and gloomy, with a cold wind sweeping up the dark clouds.

"I haven't used the living room sofa yet, let's do it today."

Wen Yisheng's injured hands were pressed above her head.

Even though she had witnessed too many of his wicked sides, Wen Yisheng was still shocked by his shamelessness once again.

"I don't want to! Are you a slut, always in heat!" she struggled and cursed.

They're still using foul language. That's going too far.

"Yes, I'm a lowly dog."

"A dog in heat needs its owner to save it." He bent down, staring at her eyes and brows, his smile wicked.

Wen Yisheng was so angry that she trembled and her face turned red.

Wen Zhi's lips brushed against her red ear, his cool breath mingling with an alluring warmth.

He barked, "Woof! Little master, can you help me?"

"...You're a pervert!"

"Have some shame!" Wen Yisheng couldn't take it anymore and wished she could turn into a little sparrow and flutter away.

He has no bottom line.

It was as if a little devil was slowly emerging from beneath his refined face, revealing black horns.

evil.

Crazy.

Just as this ambiguity was brewing, the doorbell rang.

Both of them were taken aback. The fine rain outside the window had stopped, but the sky remained gloomy.

Wen Zhi was very displeased at being disturbed.

He chose to ignore it and continued whirring.

Wen Yisheng was pinned down, and she nervously pushed his shoulder, saying, "There are people outside, don't..."

Wen Zhi bit her tender cheek unsatisfied, just like a dog venting its frustration because it couldn't get meat.

Wen Yisheng was furious and used her hand, which had mostly recovered, to slap his face.

Wen Zhi laughed as he cried out in pain.

He was faking it.

She really hit him. Without a second thought or hesitation.

The two were on the sofa, and to an unsuspecting person, they would look like a young couple being affectionate and flirtatious.

who is it?

Who's outside the door?

These past few days, almost no one has come to knock on the door.

While feigning anger and dealing with Wen Zhi, Wen Yisheng secretly made a startling guess.

The doorbell kept ringing, urgent and noisy.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" Wen Yisheng asked tentatively.

Wen Zhi looked down at her with a dark gaze, got up from her, and reached for the phone on the table.

The phone is connected to the door-viewing function, so I can see the outside view directly.

He tapped the screen a few times with his fingertip, and two people appeared on the phone. Before Wen Yisheng could sneak a glance, he turned off the phone.

Wen Zhi remained expressionless.

Wen Yisheng glanced at his expression.

She had a premonition that the people outside were coming to find her.

Wen Yisheng jumped off the sofa and stumbled towards the entrance, shouting, "I'm here... ugh!"

Wen Zhi was faster than her.

He covered her mouth from behind, grabbed her around the waist and dragged her to the bedroom, chuckling, "It's no use, no one can take you away."

He kicked open the bedroom door, his expression turning cold.

The thin, long scar under his eye, which had not fully healed, made his gentle face appear horribly torn and distorted.

"No one can take it away from me." He repeated emotionlessly.

Wen Yisheng struggled desperately, but Wen Zhi easily bound her hands and pressed them onto the bed. With a 'click,' the handcuffs imprisoned her hands.

"Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi! Please let me go. Someone will come looking for me sooner or later. Why do this?" Wen Yisheng pleaded, choking back tears, trying to wake him up.

"Good girl." He ignored her pleas and kissed her lips very gently.

Wen Zhi covered her voice with a soft towel and tenderly kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, just bear with it."

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, locking it with his key.

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Wen Zhi walked to the door, but it wasn't open. He asked through the door, "Who is it?"

A deep, angry voice came from outside the door: "It's me. Open the door!"

"What's up?" Wen Zhi pressed the fingerprint lock button and spoke to the person outside through the peephole. "Just say what you need. I'm very busy."

Outside.

Wen Yihan huddled behind his father, timidly avoiding the doorway, and whispered anxiously, "Dad, Sheng Sheng is definitely locked inside by my brother! We have to go in!"

Wen Congnan shouted sternly, "No matter how busy I am, I'm still your father. Are you going to open the door or not?"

Wen Zhi glanced in the direction of the bedroom and opened the door expressionlessly.

He first glanced at Wen Yihan, who was hiding behind Wen's father, smiled contemptuously, and then looked at Wen Congnan and called out, "Dad."

"You still know I'm your father," Wen Congnan pushed him aside and tried to go inside, but Wen Zhi blocked him, glaring at him: "What, can't a father enter his son's house?"

"Just say what you have to say." Wen Zhi said with slight impatience.

"Dad," Wen Yihan tugged at his father's clothes, hiding behind him, and anxiously craned his neck to search the room, "Looking for Sheng Sheng..."

Wen Zhi's eyelids drooped slightly, and he coldly swept his gaze over him. "Do you want to die?"

Wen Yihan fell silent, his face deathly pale.

He was afraid of Wen Zhi, and this fear was not merely superficial.

Wen Congnan frowned and angrily rebuked, "What nonsense are you spouting? He's your brother!"

Wen Zhi's lips curled slightly, a mocking smile on his face, but he remained silent.

Wen Congnan shoved him aside and walked straight into the house, getting straight to the point: "I heard from the teacher that Shengsheng hasn't been to school for a week. Is she here with you? Why can't I see her?"

"I'm resting," Wen Zhi said without trying to hide it.

"She doesn't want to see you either." His words were loaded with meaning.

Wen Congnan recalled the time when this scoundrel son tricked her, mistaking Sheng Sheng for her mother Si Nian, and almost... sigh.

"Dad, what...what did you do to Sheng Sheng?" Wen Yihan asked in a low voice.

He was still puzzled as to why Wen Yisheng had suddenly moved out of the Wen family home.

Wen Congnan was embarrassed and said, "Shut up!" Wen Yihan shut up awkwardly and hurriedly looked around for Wen Yisheng.

Just then, a loud bang came from inside the room.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened.

"It's Sheng Sheng, Dad! Sheng Sheng must be in that room! My brother locked her up!"

Wen Yihan was about to run over when Wen Zhi kicked him and sent him sprawling to the ground.

Wen Zhi grabbed his hair and dragged him up again, his face expressionless yet terrifyingly crazy. He moved his wrist and punched Wen Yihan in the face.

"Go on, keep talking." He pursed his lips and kicked him in the back repeatedly.

The series of movements were so fluid and seamless that Wen Congnan didn't even have time to react.

"Stop! You bastard, you're completely lawless! You dare to hit someone right in front of me!" Wen Congnan immediately dialed a number and then went up to pull Wen Zhi away.

Less than a minute.

A dozen or so bodyguards in suits rushed in immediately.

Wen Congnan knew his seemingly gentle and refined eldest son's true abilities and skills, so he brought bodyguards with him.

The dozen or so bodyguards were no pushovers; they immediately pulled Wen Zhi aside and surrounded him.

Wen Yihan was helped up by his bodyguards; his mouth and nose were full of blood!