The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Three days later, Wen Yisheng's documents were indeed processed.

At midnight that night, Wen Congnan did not return to the company; it was his assistant who delivered the documents to Wen Yisheng.

The assistant's surname was Zhou. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in a suit and tie, with a serious demeanor.

Assistant Zhou said, "Ms. Wen, here are your documents. The car is outside. Mr. Wen has already had your luggage prepared and placed in the car. If there are no problems, you can leave now."

Even though it was late at night, Wen Yisheng showed no signs of fatigue or sleepiness. She took the documents and said, "I'm fine. Where's Uncle Wen?"

"The company... has some urgent matters to attend to, and Mr. Wen is unable to come."

It must be extremely urgent, given that it's the middle of the night.

Wen Yisheng slung her canvas bag over her shoulder and walked out, asking, "Is it something serious that Uncle Wen has to work overtime so late?"

"It's not serious, Miss Wen, don't worry." Assistant Zhou was secretly anxious, thinking it was extremely serious.

The group's confidential network firewall has been hacked, and now the group's board of directors, led by Wen Congnan, is in a state of panic, directing the prevention and control team to salvage the situation!

The crucial point is that the entire group knows absolutely nothing about the person who infiltrated the network system! They don't even know if it was an individual or a multi-team attack; in short, it was a highly skilled and dangerous hacker.

If the other party is after money, the group's trade secrets and assets worth tens of trillions of dollars could be at risk.

This statement is certainly an exaggeration, but it is not impossible.

However, he wouldn't talk about these things with a young girl, and Wen Congnan only asked him to send her away.

The night was pitch black. The cold snap was intense, stinging my face like knives.

Winters in the north are so cold. Wen Yisheng wrapped her woolen coat tighter around herself.

She buried half her face in the soft scarf, the wispy hairs around her ears already damp and cool with the night's frost.

As she left the villa, a few dim streetlights remained on either side, and she could vaguely see a car parked not far away.

Assistant Zhou led her over: "Ms. Wen, please get in the car. The driver will take you safely to your destination."

"Thank you. Please pass on my thanks to Uncle Wen. Also... your health is the most important thing, don't overwork yourself."

"OK."

Assistant Zhou smiled, but he couldn't suppress his anxiety to get back to the company.

Wen Yisheng had also thought of this, so she didn't say anything more.

The rear seat lights were on, but the front seats were dark. The windows were only rolled up halfway, and you could see the driver wearing a baseball cap.

Assistant Zhou opened the car door, and Wen Yisheng thanked him and got into the car.

Assistant Zhou walked to the front and knocked on the car window, saying, "Drive slowly on the road. There are bodyguards following behind. If there's any emergency, contact the rear via walkie-talkie."

The driver nodded, his low-brimmed black hat obscuring his eyes and casting a faint shadow on the side of his nose.

The group's affairs were too complicated, and Assistant Zhou was inevitably a little distracted. After giving that reminder, he left.

"Let's go."

The car slowly started moving.

The car was very warm, and Wen Yisheng took off her scarf as soon as she got in, revealing her delicate, fair face.

She was on edge, not wanting anything to go wrong, when suddenly she felt a gaze fall on her.

Wen Yisheng looked up and saw only the driver in the driver's seat. The front seat lights were off, and only a dim, yellowish light shone through from the back seat.

Wen Yisheng suffers from night blindness and has poor night vision. She saw that the driver was wearing a baseball cap and was hidden in the shadows, so she couldn't see him clearly.

He must have been very fair-skinned; Wen Yisheng couldn't see clearly, but she could vaguely make out that his hands gripping the steering wheel were a striking white.

Before the car had even completely left the Wen family manor, Wen Yisheng suddenly felt a strange sense of suffocation.

She began, "I..."

Suddenly, the car stopped.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips, but without any real joy.

Before Wen Yisheng could react, she heard a series of bangs. Turning around, she saw Wen Yihan banging on the car window.

"Sheng Sheng, I want to give this to you!"

He pulled on the back door, but it was locked from the inside.

Before Wen Yisheng could roll down the car window, Wen Yihan hurriedly opened the passenger door. The passenger door wasn't locked, so Wen Yihan got in directly.

The night was cold, and Wen Yihan carried a frosty aura as soon as he got into the car. He must have run there, as he was slightly out of breath.

Wen Yisheng's slightly strange feeling was suppressed by his appearance. She said angrily, "What are you doing? Get off!"

"I don't."

Wen Yihan turned to look at the back seat, arrogantly issuing a command to the driver without even glancing at him: "Drive your car!"

He then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't ask where you're going. I just want to take you out of Beijing. I'll get off the bus as soon as we leave the city."

The car slowly drove out of the Wen family's house, onto the wide highway, and began to accelerate at a very steady and even speed.

Wen Yisheng looked at Wen Yihan with a very frustrated expression.

"Rogue."

"I just wanted to see you off." Wen Yihan smiled and acted innocent even after being scolded.

Wen Yisheng ignored him. The temperature in the car was just right, and his distraction eased most of her tension.

"Sheng Sheng, can I have your new phone number?"

"Can't."

What type of guy does Sheng Sheng like?

"It's none of your business."

"Don't get a boyfriend when you arrive in a new place."

"That's none of your business."

Wen Yihan kept rambling on and on, while Wen Yisheng, with her head resting against the car window, replied to him in fits and starts.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sounded in the car as the engine started.

Their conversation abruptly stopped, and the air became unusually quiet.

Wen Yisheng, who was feeling sleepy, suddenly froze and looked up.

The front seat was dimly lit, and she could vaguely see the driver in the driver's seat, wearing a baseball cap, with a cigarette between his teeth. The faint smell of tobacco, along with the oppressive atmosphere, quickly spread throughout the car.

"A driver who dares to smoke while driving, do you want to quit—" Wen Yihan finally looked at him properly, his fierce expression suddenly freezing.

Beneath the low brim of his hat, a pale, cold profile was hidden in the shadows.

Wen Yihan was stunned for a full ten seconds.

"elder brother……"

Wen Zhi?

Wen Yisheng suddenly woke up with a chill, which ran down her spine and through her whole body. She was so frightened that her heart stopped.

Wen Zhi rolled down the car window, stuck his forearm out, flicked off the cigarette ash, and smiled as he looked at Wen Yisheng's terrified face in the rearview mirror. "You finally found out."