The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng has no plans to go abroad. Although there are no relatives around her that she can miss, it would be very difficult to leave her birthplace and live alone abroad, both financially and in terms of lifestyle.

Wen Yisheng talked with her father for a long time. Her father also did not want her to go abroad. In the end, Wen Yisheng decided to go to a small coastal city at the southern tip of the mainland, which was a bit far from Beijing.

Their plan was to first buy a plane ticket to another city to create the illusion that she had gone to another city, but she would secretly drive away in a private car to City A.

Now we're just waiting for the documents to be processed.

The past two days have been peaceful; Wen Zhi has not appeared.

Wen Yisheng's anxious heart gradually calmed down a bit.

However, he would still be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, in which he was like a haunting evil spirit.

Wen Yisheng rarely left her bedroom. Today the sun was shining brightly, and she wanted to go downstairs for some fresh air. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Wen Yihan standing outside, hesitating. She turned her head and asked, "You were looking for me?"

Wen Yihan was taken aback, then awkwardly touched the back of his neck. "Um...where are you going?"

"Let's go downstairs for some fresh air."

I'll go with you.

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment, then did not refuse, and the two went downstairs.

"Wait a minute." After walking to the door, Wen Yihan turned around and ran back into the room. Wen Yisheng was puzzled. A minute later, Wen Yihan ran back, holding a beige scarf in his hand.

"It's cold outside, wrap yourself up to keep warm," he said, slightly out of breath, handing it to her, adding, "I haven't worn one before, it's clean."

It was clear that Wen Yihan didn't care much about the girl; his tall and imposing figure appeared somewhat awkward at that moment.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, calm and composed. Even when she wasn't smiling, the curve of her lips was soft. She took the scarf and wrapped it around her neck; the off-white scarf clung to her delicate chin. "Thank you."

Wen Yihan, standing behind her, couldn't help but smile and strode after her.

The Wen Family Manor is also beautiful in winter, thanks to the gardeners' care, and has a charm different from that of spring and summer.

Wen Yihan turned to look at her: "Where are you planning to go after leaving Beijing? Can you tell me?"

Wen Yisheng gazed at the scenery in the garden without speaking, and shook her head.

Wen Yihan stopped in his tracks, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "Do you still hate me?"

"Because of that incident, you've always felt uncomfortable with me, haven't you? First impressions are hard to change, and no matter how hard I try, you'll never like me."

Wen Yisheng remained silent for a few seconds, then said calmly, "That's right."

"..." Wen Yihan choked up, a hurt look flashing across his face.

"You saved me, so let's not bring that up again. Let's consider it even. I don't hate you, but I won't like you either," Wen Yisheng said earnestly.

Why?

"Tsk tsk tsk, a prodigal son returns, how affectionate." Wen Yunqing suddenly walked over, laughing in a sarcastic tone.

Wen Yihan glared at her angrily, "Are you sick? Eavesdropping on other people's conversations."

Wen Yunqing walked to Wen Yisheng's side, reached out from behind to put her arm around Wen Yisheng's shoulder, and rested her chin on Wen Yisheng's shoulder.

Wen Yisheng frowned, then heard her say with a grin, "What, scared? Afraid I'll expose what you did to my sister Sheng?"

The group were all the same age, but Wen Yisheng was the youngest.

Wen Yihan glanced guiltily at Wen Yisheng, his hands clenched tightly: "Wen Yunqing, shut up, don't talk nonsense!"

Wen Yunqing stuck out her tongue at him, then turned to look at Wen Yisheng with a scrutinizing gaze: "They really do look alike."

"Sister Sheng, I, your rascal brother, really like you."

"He not only dates girls who look like you, but he also goes to hotels with them, hehe." Wen Yunqing's words were laced with sarcasm.

Wen Yihan was already spoiled and had a bad temper, so he was about to grab her by the collar and beat her up.

Wen Yunqing used Wen Yisheng's body as a shield, making it impossible for Wen Yihan to make a move, thus giving her the opportunity to slip away.

Wen Yihan explained urgently, "Sheng Sheng, I didn't go to a hotel with anyone. I did intentionally... come into contact with girls who look like you."

"But I find I can't even bring myself to kiss them. I really can only like you." He finished speaking with a bitter smile.

Wen Yisheng was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "Don't do that again."

"Perhaps if you meet a different type of girl, you'll find that you're not limited to liking me. What's holding you back isn't your feelings, but your unyielding obsession."

"I believe you are changing and making efforts, but I hope that your efforts to change are not for me, but for yourself."

Wen Yisheng gave him a gentle smile, the winter sun illuminating her curled eyelashes with a warm glow: "I think that if we have the chance to meet again in the future, I will meet a very outstanding Wen Yihan."

"..." Wen Yihan was slightly stunned, staring at her face in a daze, as if a jolt of electricity was running down his spine to his heart.

I like Sheng Sheng even more now.

Wen Yihan couldn't control himself and reached out to pull her tightly into his arms.

Wen Yisheng froze, anger flashing across her face. "Let go."

"No." He hugged her tightly; it was the first time he had ever hugged a girl like this. In the past, if they hit it off, they would just go straight to a hotel.

He realized how utterly chaotic he had been, and how his mother's indulgence and pampering had allowed him to become accustomed to a life of extravagance and debauchery.

It turns out... hugging satisfies him more than sleeping together.

"This is the first time someone has said something like this to me." Wen Yihan closed his eyes and took a deep breath of her delicate fragrance.

"Sheng Sheng, I don't want to be the useless second young master of the Wen family anymore. I will become better, much better."

Wen Yisheng paused. Had she unintentionally saved a spoiled young master?

Wen Yisheng chuckled silently, reached out and hugged him back, gently patting the boy's back: "Mmm."

"Sheng Sheng." Wen Yihan released his grip and looked down at her.

"What?"

"I, I..." Wen Yihan bit his lip and pleaded softly, "Can I kiss you?"

Wen Yisheng's expression immediately turned cold. She suddenly raised her leg and slammed her knee hard into Wen Yihan's middle.

"roll."

"Ouch—" Wen Yihan bent over in pain, clutching his face, which turned red.

"Sheng Sheng... Sheng Sheng!" He chased after her in an awkward posture. "I was just asking, don't be angry."

Wen Yisheng turned her head away coldly, ignoring him completely.