The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng hesitated for several seconds before asking, "Who?"

"Qi Lin," he said directly.

Wen Yisheng's mind went blank for a moment, and a hint of panic and unease visibly appeared on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing," Wen Zhi smiled and sat down next to her. "It's just having a meal together, why are you so nervous? Are you feeling guilty?"

stab.

Wen Yisheng suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound. Her voice rose uncontrollably: "What do I have to be guilty of? You're being completely unreasonable!"

Considering Wen Zhi's past actions, it's hard for Wen Yisheng not to overthink and feel afraid.

The bloody scene of Wen Yihan having his finger chopped off that night was still vivid in my mind. Wen Zhi was simply a thoroughly evil demon; there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

What did he want by calling Qi Lin here? What illness has suddenly struck him again?

The commotion they made naturally attracted the attention of the others at the table.

"Sheng Sheng... what's wrong?"

Ye Hehua glanced at Wen Zhi, her expression wary.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips into a smile to hide her emotions, and untied her apron, draping it over the back of the chair: "I'm going to the restroom, you guys eat first."

"Little Sheng Sheng... Brother Zhi, what is this?" Lu Zhizhou, who came in, bumped into Wen Yisheng and quickly stepped aside to make room.

Wen Yisheng lowered her head and walked out without looking back.

Wen Zhi also stood up, his expression calm and composed, yet strangely chilling: "It's nothing, just a little tantrum. I'll go and coax her."

……

The hot pot restaurant is located in a shopping mall. It was dinner time, and the restaurant was quite crowded. Since it was on a high floor, the elevator was used to go up and down.

Wen Yisheng had already left the hot pot restaurant.

Wen Zhi pushed through the crowd and grabbed her wrist.

With a cold face, he dragged her to the almost deserted stairwell without saying a word, and pressed her against the wall: "You just leave like that? What a temper."

"I don't think I said anything."

Wen Zhi cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head, and stared at her with a gloomy gaze.

"Why are you reacting so strongly? Is it because you actually have some feelings for that Qi Lin and are afraid that if he comes, you'll give yourselves away in front of me?"

His palms were dry and warm, with large, bony hands that completely enveloped her delicate face.

"Speak," he said in a deep voice.

Wen Yisheng was almost a head shorter than Wen Zhi.

Forced to tilt her face up, which had been distorted by being kneaded, she met his eyes, which were inches away from hers.

At this distance, Wen Zhi's eyebrows and eyes, visible beneath his tousled hair, appeared almost ferocious and distorted in her pupils.

Wen Yisheng was terrified of his appearance; it looked like he was about to kill someone with bloodshot eyes at any moment.

Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, her throat bobbing: "Don't you know why? I'm just afraid you'll go crazy again and hurt innocent people. I want to go back!"

"..." The gloom in Wen Zhi's eyes dissipated a little, and his fingers caressed her delicate cheeks.

He likes you.

"Lots of people like me, what does it have to do with me! I don't like him!" Wen Yisheng shouted, almost aggrieved.

She was truly exhausted. Why did she have to end up with such a psychologically twisted and abnormal boyfriend?

Wen Zhi paused, his eyelashes just touching her skin, his fingers kneading her soft lips, but he didn't kiss her.

She asked softly, "I understand. So, who do you like?"

Heh, Wen Yisheng sneered inwardly.

He looked away and said emotionlessly, "I like you."

Wen Zhi's eyelashes fluttered, and the intense jealousy and anxiety surging within him were filled and soothed.

"You spoke without any emotion, so perfunctory. Did you think I was that easy to fool?" He snorted, saying things he didn't mean.

Yes, he believed it; sometimes people are really easy to fool.

Wen Zhi kissed her cheek.

The moist "pop" sound even echoed slightly in the semi-enclosed corridor.

It's incredibly astringent.

Wen Zhi kissed him as he said, "But we still have to eat this meal. That kid likes you, and I'm sure he hasn't given up yet. He's still fantasizing about taking you away from me."

"No, not at all. Don't overthink it, okay?" Wen Yisheng couldn't stand this kind of kissing anymore and turned her head away in disgust.

"Yes, he is. You have no idea how dirty a man's mind can be; he's just pretending to be innocent to get close to you."

She pushed him away forcefully, unable to bear it any longer: "Not all men are as crazy as you. Don't act like an unreasonable, spoiled rich woman all the time. I've already talked to you, what more do you want now?!"

The atmosphere, which had just eased, turned chilly again.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened: "Enough, you're just too naive, there's no point in explaining to you."

He pinched her chin, tilted his head slightly, and leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous: "Don't mess with me while I'm still reasonable, baby."