The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yihan's nose was bleeding from the beating, and his face was severely swollen and red.

"Dad..." Wen Yihan wiped the blood from his face, his mouth so sore he could barely speak, "Dad, you saw it, my brother almost beat me to death! His usual gentleness and kindness were all a lie!"

Wen Congnan saw it all clearly. He knew exactly what was going on.

It's a good thing I was smart enough to bring bodyguards, otherwise this bastard might even dare to hit his own father if he went crazy!

Wen Congnan was furious. Pointing at him, he roared, "Wen Zhi, look at the state you're in! You dare to lay a hand on me right in front of me? Do you even respect me as your father?"

"You think you're so capable now? You think I can't control you? Don't forget, you're surnamed Wen, and I'll always be your father!" Wen Congnan's usually gentle face was now filled with anger.

Dozens of tall, strong, and well-trained bodyguards surrounded Wen Zhi.

Having navigated political and business circles for over two decades, Wen Congnan inevitably faced schemes from rivals, both overt and covert. At this age, he would cherish his life even more.

Therefore, the bodyguards assigned to him are all carefully selected, with abilities and qualities that surpass those of ordinary people, and they are first-rate experts in the most basic close combat.

Wen Zhi's eyes were indifferent, showing no reaction or expression.

With bodyguards and Wen's father as his backers, Wen Yihan felt more confident and daring to confront Wen Zhi.

No matter how good Wen Zhi is at fighting, he only has two arms and two legs.

Taking down these dozen or so bodyguards in a short time would be impossible without a gun!

"Quickly, someone come and unlock the door! It's locked!" Wen Yihan rushed to the room where the noise had come from and called for someone to unlock it.

Immediately, a bodyguard with lock-picking skills went over and used a hook-like object to poke into the keyhole. The lock was opened about a minute later.

As soon as the door opened, Wen Yihan saw the scene inside the room.

Wen Yisheng was also taken aback when she saw him. Wen Yihan?

Her arms were shackled and bound to the headboard, and a towel was stuffed in her mouth. Her body could not move much because of the chains, but her legs were free.

Wen Yisheng has been dancing since she was a child. Her body is flexible and agile, with slender arms and long legs, and she seems to have no bones.

She leaned on the splits and kicked the water glass next to the bedside with her toes, which made the sound.

However, she never expected that it would be Wen Yihan who came to save her, and she felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Sheng Sheng..."

Wen Yisheng's hands were still wrapped in gauze, and she was tied to the bed, making it easy to imagine that she had suffered some kind of humiliation and abuse.

Wen Yihan's mind was buzzing, and after a second of stiffness, he rushed to the bedside.

He smeared the blood on his hands haphazardly onto his pants, and after wiping his hands clean, he tremblingly removed the towel that was blocking Wen Yisheng's voice.

"I should have come sooner, Sheng Sheng, it's alright, don't be afraid... I'll take you away now..." The shackles on her hands were also locked.

Wen Yihan turned and shouted outside, "Someone come in quickly and unlock the door!"

Wen Congnan stood anxiously outside the room, glaring sternly at Wen Zhi. He didn't go in because he was afraid Wen Yisheng would be frightened if she saw him.

"Quickly, go unlock it." Wen Congnan told the bodyguard to go in.

The shackles were removed, and Wen Yisheng regained his freedom of movement.

She remained hesitant and uneasy, feeling a sense of unreality.

The suffocating life of imprisonment made Wen Yisheng very sensitive and vulnerable, and she was afraid that Wen Zhi would suddenly appear and drag her into the dark swamp again.

His face and his presence were like a nightmare, haunting her mind and impossible to shake off.

"You, save me?" Her voice carried a deep sense of doubt, panic, and brokenness.

Wen Yihan felt a tightness in his chest. He only hated himself for being too cowardly and useless, for not daring to fight the little monster, and for not coming sooner.

"Yes! I'll save you." He said firmly.

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she was much calmer.

She politely declined Wen Yihan's help and got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom on her own. She wasn't as weak as Wen Yihan had imagined; in fact, she had gained quite a bit of weight during this time.