The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

On a chilly night, a sleek, black car drove slowly along the highway.

There was a few seconds of near-death silence inside the car.

The low brim of his black hat obscured Wen Zhi's eyebrows and eyes, and he appeared very calm.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, leaned comfortably against the driver's seat, and casually rested a cigarette on the outside of the car window with the other.

Wen Zhi glanced at Wen Yisheng in the rearview mirror, smiled slightly, and said in a gentle yet cruel voice, "Surprised, baby?"

Wen Yisheng was unable to think, frozen in shock by the unexpected event. She couldn't bear it at all and dared not look at the black figure hidden in the shadows in the front seat.

The cold wind blowing in through the car window seemed to freeze her entire being, inside and out.

Wen Yisheng's fingers trembled, and her body instinctively tried to escape. She shakily went to open the door, but both doors were locked.

Wen Zhi flicked the ash from his cigarette, rolled up the car window, and was amused by her reaction: "You think you can escape after being let out for three days?"

He was chillingly gentle, and then asked, "Have you missed me?"

Wen Yisheng's face had lost all color, and her throat was dry, unable to make a sound.

I was thinking about it.

I think about it all the time.

—He was like a malignant tumor etched into her bones, and she was constantly thinking about how to eradicate this persistent demon!

Wen Yihan sat stiffly in the passenger seat, his back rigid.

Looking at Wen Zhi's profile, he felt as if he were a little devil meeting Yama, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

Wen Yihan swallowed hard, barely managing to steady his breathing. He glanced at Wen Yisheng, who was pale as a ghost in the back seat, and a surge of masculine courage and protective instinct suddenly rose within him.

What to do...

Wen Yihan caught a glimpse of the walkie-talkie next to the driver's seat out of the corner of his eye.

He remembered that Wen's father would definitely send bodyguards to follow behind and protect Wen Yisheng's safety on the way.

Wen Yihan is a tall and strong adult; judging by his physique alone, he is not weak.

Actually, compared to him, Wen Zhi is taller, but he has a more refined and slender figure.

The reason why Wen Yihan was so afraid of Wen Zhihui was mainly due to the label of "childhood murderer" on Wen Zhihui.

At that moment, his protective instincts towards his beloved girl temporarily suppressed his fear. Besides, he also had a strong physique and strength, so Wen Yihan did not beg for mercy immediately, but instead rushed to grab the walkie-talkie.

But Wen Zhi only glanced at him lightly, and with his well-defined knuckles, he turned the steering wheel sharply.

Suddenly accelerating, the wheels screeched and left black marks on the ground, then the brakes were suddenly applied.

boom.

Wen Yihan hadn't fastened his seatbelt and hadn't even gotten his walkie-talkie when the immense inertia caused him to sway and fall violently from side to side.

Wen Yisheng bumped her forehead on the seat in front of her while in the back seat.

The car stopped.

"Sheng Sheng, run!" Wen Yihan shouted, ignoring his dizziness, and lunged at Wen Zhi.

The car was cramped, leaving Wen Zhi nowhere to hide, while Wen Yihan had a clear objective.

Knowing he couldn't defeat Wen Zhi, he could only buy Wen Yisheng some time to escape.

Wen Yihan held onto Wen Zhi tightly. He clung to the car door, groped around haphazardly, and finally pressed the button for controlling the driver's side door.

With a soft click, the car door unlocked!

"Sheng Sheng, run... contact my dad..." Wen Yihan panted, and used brute force to press Wen Zhi into the car seat.

Wen Yisheng opened the car door, her face pale with shock. Her legs went weak, and she staggered out of the car, almost falling over.

"Wen Yihan..."

The Wen family lived in an affluent area, where there weren't many houses, and not a single car passed by on the cold, dark night.

bodyguard……

Assistant Zhou said there would be bodyguards following the car, but there was no sign of the car at all!

Wen Yisheng stumbled along the road, taking out her new phone to dial a number. She glanced back at the car in a panic, but her night vision was poor, so she could only vaguely see that two people were still fighting inside.

Inside the car, Wen Zhi's eyes were filled with deep gloom, but his expression remained calm as he punched Wen Yihan in the temple without any emotion.

Wen Yihan was in so much pain that her vision blurred, but she wouldn't let go.

It's really creepy to see two tall, adult men fighting; every blow looks like it could kill you.

Wen Zhi coldly sneered, then slammed his elbow into the back of Wen Yihan's neck: "You're starting to act like a man, aren't you, Wen Yihan?"

"But I should have warned you, if you touch her again, I'll cut off your hand."

"You dare hug her with your filthy body? Did you completely ignore what I said?"

Wen Yihan swallowed a mouthful of blood that gushed from his throat, his voice trembling: "...Brother, Sheng Sheng really doesn't like you. She's a good girl, can't you just find another girl to play with?"

Little did they know that once those words were spoken...

Wen Zhi's eyes turned cold, and his brows and eyes, hidden in the shadows, were as cold as if covered with a layer of frost.

Wen Yisheng ran wildly down the road, her breathing erratic. The cold wind whipped her face red, and she tasted a metallic sweetness in her throat. She dialed her phone, but after half a minute, it only rang and no one answered.

"Wen Yisheng, come back on your own initiative."

A demonic voice came from behind her. When she turned around, she realized that despite running so hard, she hadn't gotten very far.

"No..." Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her lips turned bluish-purple from the cold wind, and her stray hairs curled up messily by her ears.

"I don't want to!" she exclaimed, then ran forward with her head down.

She was exhausted and cold, but she was willing to keep running like this.

Wen Zhi didn't call her again. He reached out and grabbed Wen Yihan's hair, dragging him off the car seat.

He sneered as he puffed on a cigarette, toying with a small, gleaming knife in his hand. The blade was ten centimeters long, thin and slender, and looked delicate and agile in his hand.

"You're holding her with both hands, let's cut them off one by one."

Wen Zhi grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the car.

A flash of cold light.

The cuts are neat and clean.

"You dare touch my Ah Sheng?"

He cut off Wen Yihan's little finger.

It was too fast; so fast that you wouldn't feel it the moment the finger was chopped off.

The fingers are connected to the heart.

Three seconds later, Wen Yihan's face contorted in pain as he clutched his hand and screamed, "Ah...!"

The sound was so painful that Wen Yisheng froze, gasping for breath, and turned to look.

Wen Zhi stood beside the car, wearing a black overcoat, his figure almost blending into the pitch-black night. The thick fog made the deep darkness behind him seem like a ferocious beast lurking there.

"Wen Yihan..."

She couldn't see the scene clearly, but she seemed to smell a faint scent of blood in the air.

Wen Yisheng couldn't imagine what had happened. She didn't even care about the unanswered call and ran back.

When she got closer and saw the finger lying on the side of the road and Wen Yihan's unbearable pain, Wen Yisheng felt as if the blood in her body was about to freeze.

Wen Yisheng covered her mouth, took a step back in terror, and said in a trembling voice, "He's your brother..."

"Hmph," Wen Zhi kicked Wen Yihan to the ground, then smiled and said, "So what? He's the one who said you don't like me. I was a little sad when I heard that, so I'll make him suffer."

"..." Wen Yisheng shook her head, looking at him as if he were a monster.

Wen Zhihun didn't care. He twirled the knife in his hand and glanced at Wen Yihan, who was half-dead on the ground.

He asked Wen Yisheng in a calm voice, "So, do you like me?"

"..." Wen Yisheng's voice was hoarse, as if he had choked on a mouthful of blood.

Wen Zhi thought for a moment: "By the way, the severed finger should be able to be reattached within six hours."

He tilted his head and gave Wen Yisheng a gentle smile, his expression remarkably calm: "So, do you like me? Do you want to talk to me?"