The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

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The sky outside was full of dark clouds, and it started to rain again without us noticing.

The cold, damp rain blurred the entire city. A biting chill seeped in through a cracked window, only to be melted away by the warm temperature inside.

Winter is coming.

Wen Yisheng only went back to her room to get her rabbit doll, and then left.

She paused, her voice trembling, "Wen Zhi, stop bothering me."

Wen Zhi's face was pale, his knuckles were clenched tightly, his finger bones were clearly protruding, and blue veins bulged on the back of his snow-white hand.

"Come back. Don't leave," he commanded in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Wen Yisheng..." Wen Zhi called her by her full name in a low, cold voice, his eyes calm as still water, yet as if a storm was about to break out at any moment.

Wen Yisheng trembled, lowered her eyes, and left without looking back, as if fleeing.

Wen Zhi stared intently at her, his eyes instantly reddening.

"How could you do this?" he murmured in a low, hoarse voice. "You promised to stay with me."

She really left, without the slightest bit of regret.

Wen Zhi's eyes dimmed, and the light went out.

Like falling into a swamp, the dark tide instantly submerged his body, robbing him of his oxygen; he was about to drown.

He seemed to see several distorted white figures swaying outside the water, their blurry faces not saving him, but recording something day after day with cold words.

Electric shock, drowning, darkness, audio, and a variety of other fear tests.

He couldn't learn to adapt as a child, which led to a timid stress response.

He was afraid of this cold and terrifying world.

"Ah Sheng..." Wen Zhi took a step forward, but was immediately stopped by the bodyguards who surrounded him.

He had no expression and didn't fight them, but he exuded a gloomy and oppressive aura, his dim eyes fixed on the direction where she had long since disappeared.

"Now you have nothing to say. You let her choose, so this is Sheng Sheng's own choice. Forget about living with you, she's even afraid to look at you. This is all your own doing, you bastard!" Wen Congnan pointed at Wen Zhi's nose and mocked him.

"I shouldn't have let you take Sheng Sheng and move out of the Wen family in the first place. Look at the state you've become now, a beast who abuses a young girl!"

Wen Zhi didn't say a word, sat back on the sofa, like a calm madman.

Wen Congnan saw him take a cigarette from the bottom drawer of the table and put it in his mouth.

The cigarette clicked crisply between his thin fingers as he bent down to light it.

The crimson light flickered. Wen Zhi closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The simple act of smoking...

Wen Zhi exudes an incomparably gloomy, world-weary, and decadent beauty that is unsettling.

He lifted his eyelids to look at Wen Congnan, "We're doing very well here. It was you who broke me and Wen Yisheng up."

"..." Wen Congnan's face turned ashen. He raised his hand to signal all the bodyguards to leave.

Soon only the father and son were left in the room, and the air froze for a few seconds.

Wen Congnan sat opposite Wen Zhi and said earnestly, "Zhi, you are my son, and I also treat Sheng Sheng as my own daughter."

"To be honest, I really hope that you two young people can get together, otherwise I wouldn't have let you take Sheng Sheng away in the first place."

Wen Congnan paused, then said, "But I entrusted Sheng Sheng to your care, and look what you've done to her! Those despicable methods you used—are they even human? That's perverted!"

"If you keep going like this, you'll drive her to depression! If her father, Wen Yan, were still alive, he'd fight tooth and nail to kill you, you beast!"

"How come you... You're usually so refined, composed, and perfect, which girl wouldn't like you? How come you turn into a crazy, uncontrollable beast in front of Sheng Sheng?"

"You are luckier than me. When I met Si Nian, her heart already belonged to someone else, so no matter what I did, good or bad, she didn't care about me."

Wen Congnan, speaking from the perspective of someone who has been through it all, gave a long and earnest pep talk.

"But Sheng Sheng had feelings for you before, right? She's a soft-hearted girl, orphaned at a young age and lacking love. Why did you have to use such an extreme method? Can't you just pursue her properly if you like her?"

Wen Zhi flicked off his cigarette ash, his eyes filled with a deep, visceral loathing. "She was the one who avoided me first."

"I treat her unconditionally well, but she only wants me to be her brother. There's no such thing as a free lunch. I want her to love me as much as I love her."

"She's the only one in my heart and eyes. How can she get close to other men? What am I then?"

Madmen have their own set of rules and ways of thinking, and no one can change them.

Wen Congnan choked for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "In short, I'm taking Sheng Sheng away. You two will be separated for a while, and you should also calm down."

"By the way, I've also contacted a few more mental health professionals for you."

"Your illness has flared up. Go see a doctor in a few days; it'll be good for both you and Sheng Sheng."

Even when there was hope, Wen Congnan selfishly hoped that his crazy son could get together with Sheng Sheng, so that he would go crazy less.

Wen Zhi stubbed out his cigarette, unusually calm. "Even if I'm sick, I don't need a doctor. I just want Wen Yisheng back to me."

"...Give up that idea!"

Wen Congnan's face darkened, and he stood up and left: "All that persuasion was for nothing, you bastard!"

The large house returned to silence, raindrops pattered against the windows outside, and the room was dark and eerily quiet.

Wen Zhi had another cigarette between his teeth. His fingers trembled as he lit it, a crimson glow flickering in the light. Behind him was a vast expanse of darkness, stretching to the horizon.

"Cough cough cough..." The consequence of taking a deep breath was that the smoke went into his throat.

Wen Zhi curled up on the sofa, coughing. His thin body trembled, and each cough was painful.

I was so upset that tears welled up in my eyes.

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The car slowly drove out of the underground parking garage. The rain outside was getting heavier, and it left clear streaks of water on the car window.

Wen Yisheng turned her head and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. Although she had only been locked up for a week, she felt a sense of relief, as if she had finally been released from prison after ten years.

"Don't worry, Sheng Sheng, your uncle won't let that bastard bully you again," Wen Congnan said.

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

This influential figure in political and business circles was now somewhat embarrassed and awkward: "Sheng Sheng, about what happened that night... actually, your uncle was set up. I treat you like my own child..."

Wen Yisheng interrupted, her profile delicate and refined, "Uncle Wen, I know everything, you don't need to explain."

Even though Wen Zhi stubbornly refused to admit it, Wen Yisheng guessed that he was the one who orchestrated it.

"That's good, that's good."

What an understanding girl! Wen Congnan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go back to the Wen family home first. Wen Zhi will definitely keep looking for you these next few days. There are bodyguards at home, so he won't dare to do anything reckless."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Yihan also turned to look at her, "Yes, Sheng Sheng, listen to my dad, I'll stay with you when we get home."

The thought of that possibility drained all the color from Wen Yisheng's face.

She shook her head, trembling. "I don't want to stay in Beijing anymore."