The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

There were many people in the living room.

The bodyguards surrounded the dangerous person inside the sofa area, but Wen Yisheng still spotted Wen Zhi sitting on the sofa at a glance.

His expression was extremely calm and indifferent; he sat there peacefully, as always, with a refined and composed demeanor.

She showed no sign of panic or anger, but her gaze was like a knife chilled to ice, fixed intently on Wen Yisheng.

Like a cold-blooded beast staring at a female who is about to betray or abandon him.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine and immediately lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

Wen Yihan paused, then stood in front of Wen Yisheng, blocking Wen Zhi's extremely piercing gaze.

He whispered reassuringly, "Don't be afraid... Sheng Sheng, I'm here, and so is my dad. He can't hurt you."

"Dad, look what my brother has done to Sheng Sheng! Both of her hands are so badly injured!" Wen Yihan lowered his voice and turned to Wen Congnan to complain.

He said anxiously, "We can't let Sheng Sheng stay here any longer. My brother will drive her to her death. Dad, you have to stop my brother. Only you can save Sheng Sheng now..."

Wen Congnan's heart was filled with complex emotions, and he looked at Wen Yisheng with a moment of dazedness.

This is Si Nian's daughter, the child of the woman he could never forget in his life.

They look very alike, both in appearance and temperament.

For a fleeting moment, Wen Congnan thought he saw Si Nian. Back then, he was young and had been obsessed with her, even to the point of hiding and imprisoning her by his side.

But desires can never be satisfied.

Too greedy.

When a person gains something, they also lose something else, and in the end, they will only end up with both sides suffering heavy losses and being left in a bloody mess.

Fortunately, he came to his senses and eventually let go, returning Si Nian to Wen Yan.

But... even after they were separated by death, he never received their forgiveness.

Therefore, after receiving news from Wen Yisheng, Wen Congnan immediately brought the little girl to the Wen family to try and make amends.

But now... their only daughter has been... taken by their own son...

—Alas, what a tragedy.

After Wen Congnan's death, he really had no face to see Si Nian and Wen Yan, the couple.

—Because he was also an accomplice in aiding and abetting evil.

He should have foreseen this scene a year ago.

Wen Congnan had ulterior motives. Wen Zhi was his biological son, and his only outstanding son who could be called a genius in both emotional intelligence and IQ. He was the most suitable successor to his business.

So he let Wen Zhi trick the little girl away from the Wen family.

Wen Congnan took a deep breath and apologized to Wen Yisheng with a heavy heart: "I'm sorry, it's Uncle who's sorry." He shouldn't have brought Wen Yisheng back to the Wen family.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been chosen by his crazy son!

"How's your hand? Is it badly injured?"

Wen Yisheng didn't dare to look at Wen Zhi, and gently shook her head: "I'll recover soon."

Wen Zhi's deceptively gentle appearance and obsessive nature are somewhat similar to Wen Congnan's, only more extreme. He also inherited more from his cold-blooded and ruthless mother.

But Wen Congnan was certain without guessing that the injury couldn't have been inflicted by Wen Zhi. As for the injury on Wen Zhi's face, he had seen it when he came in.

It was most likely Wen Yisheng who drew the lines.

There's nothing to feel sorry for. It must have been that bastard son who forced the girl first. He deserves to be disfigured!

Wen Congnan felt guilty and didn't want to take her away at all. Wen Zhi, who had been quiet all along, finally spoke.

"Ah Sheng, don't go."

Please.

Wen Zhi pleaded softly, her voice revealing heartbreaking grievance and sadness.

"Can't we just stay together from now on? I'll treat you well, I won't keep you locked up anymore, and I'll do whatever you want."

"Ah Sheng... I really can't live without you."

Wen Yisheng felt only terror.

She was already immune to his sweet words and tenderness; none of his charms could seduce her anymore.

Wen Yihan carefully observed her expression. "Sheng Sheng, don't be afraid, let's go." Wen Yisheng nodded to him.

At this moment, Wen Zhi stood up and tilted his head slightly.

The gentleness in his voice vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling coldness, as if covered by frost. His eyes narrowed slightly: "Wen Yisheng, come here. I'm not angry."

"..." Wen Yisheng's figure froze as she took a step, and she numbly closed her eyes.

See, she knew it; his mood changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

When she's being gentle, it's sickeningly sweet.

When they're cold-blooded, they're more terrifying than a venomous snake.

At the same time, Wen Congnan turned around, grabbed a cup from the coffee table, and threw it at Wen Zhi, yelling, "You're still threatening her, you bastard!"

Snapped.

Wen Zhi turned slightly to the side, and the water glass brushed against his hair and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The clear glass shards scattered and refracted into sparkling points of light in the sunlight.

Enraged, Wen Congnan pointed at his face and shouted, "I think you've gone too far! A twenty-year-old man like this, forcing a girl like this? All your years of politeness and manners have been wasted?!"

Wen Zhi listened, his lips twitching slightly, his eyes indifferent, as if he found it all laughable.

His voice suddenly rose, both irritable and thuggish, his beautiful eyes wide with a hint of madness: "Mind your own business!"

"I want her to choose for herself!" Wen Zhi's superficial calm finally crumbled.

His gaze slowly and meticulously moved toward Wen Yisheng, as if scraping his bones.

In his extreme emotional state, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his expression became extremely cold and terrifying. "Wen Yisheng, you dare to leave? I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life."

Wen Yisheng's breath hitched, and clear tears slid down her lower eyelashes.

Wen Yihan was anxious and scared. He usually acted arrogantly and recklessly as the second young master of the Wen family, but now he was timid and cowardly.

He really was a useless spoiled brat; he didn't even dare to wipe away her tears.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Sheng Sheng, don't cry..." he whispered to comfort her.

Wen Congnan was so angry he was about to have a heart attack. "Beast, beast... This is outrageous!" If this wasn't his own son, Wen Congnan would have sent him to the orange groceries long ago.

Wen Congnan now fully understands why Wen Zhi's grandfather always ended up in the hospital when he scolded him.

The cycle of karma has come full circle. The old man has passed away, and now he, as a father, is almost hospitalized.

That little beast is much worse than I was back then.

Wen Congnan suddenly remembered what happened thirteen years ago.

At that time, Wen Zhi had just been rescued from the laboratory. He was too fragile and timid. How timid? He would freeze in fear at the slightest loud noise.

Extremely afraid of water, electricity, and everything in the world.

Honestly, Wen Congnan never imagined that Wen Zhi would adapt to this world and survive.

How did that little boy grow into the monster we see before us?

"It's alright, Shengsheng. Come with your uncle. Without the Wen family, he can't do anything and won't be able to hurt you again," Wen Congnan said, gathering his thoughts.

Wen Yisheng suddenly turned around and went back to her bedroom.

The group of people were stunned.

Wen Zhi's expression softened slightly, and he unconsciously curved his lips into a smile, the violent emotions in his eyes being strangely soothed.

Ah Sheng... just likes him...

There definitely is.

Wen Zhi coldly glanced at his father and said, "See? Asheng likes being with me. You all get out of here immediately..."

Da da da.

Wen Yi ran out quickly in her slippers, clutching the little rabbit doll her father had sewn for her, and left without even looking up.

"..." Wen Zhi's eyes were empty, and his hands clenched tightly in a trembling manner.