The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng sneered, pushed him away, her face turning cold.

"Do you think I'd be moved by saying such things, Wen Zhi? In the end, it's because I met you that I've suffered so much."

"If you truly care about me, you might as well let me go."

Wen Zhi stared at her, his eyes cold.

He suddenly smiled, raising his hand to pinch her soft cheek: "Don't always say things like that. It makes me unhappy, and it doesn't do you any good, darling, right?"

Wen Yisheng turned her face away in annoyance.

After injuring her leg, she became extremely depressed. She couldn't participate in the competition she was so looking forward to, and was even forbidden from standing on stage by Wen Zhi, simply because he didn't like it.

If she still had some hope for life before, she was willing to coax him gently and give him candy—the kind of method she used to train a vicious dog.

Now Wen Yisheng has completely lost that spirit, and seems to have no will to live and is utterly despondent.

Let him be crazy, she doesn't care anymore.

"Wen Zhi, find the person who harmed me and break her legs too."

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that she would say such a thing: "Fine, break both of your legs."

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes slightly, her slender white fingers fiddling with her buttons, looking listless: "Well, then I called the police and had both of you perverts arrested and thrown in jail at once."

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing at her.

He's quite the clever one.

His eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he gazed at her features with exceptional tenderness: "Then I'll report you to the police; you're the mastermind behind my crimes, and they'll arrest you too."

Wen Yisheng slapped him across the face.

"I'm hungry," she said.

Wen Zhi wasn't angry; in fact, he was quite happy to be hit. He touched his face and smiled in a somewhat perverted way.

"Your strength in hitting people has decreased. I'm going to cook lunch; you should eat more."

Wen Yisheng also suspected that he had some masochistic tendencies.

-

There are just too many people who like Wen Zhi, making it difficult to find the mastermind behind it all.

Wen Zhi tracked down the IP address that had hacked into the teaching building's surveillance system online, only to find that the perpetrator was well hidden and had no vulnerabilities that could be traced.

The girl who secretly loves him...

Wen Zhi didn't believe he had such a computer expert by his side.

Or, it's quite possible that there was more than one person involved, and that she had accomplices helping her cover up her tracks.

Who could it be? A woman even more perverted than him, she's fucking disgusting.

It was late at night, already three in the morning. Wen Zhi couldn't find anything, and closed his computer with a displeased expression.

Wen Yisheng was already asleep, her little face was white and soft, pure like an angel.

Wen Zhi tucked her in, lay down on the bed, put his arm over her head, and gently kissed her on the lips so as not to wake her.

"Hmm..." I was still disturbed by the noise.

Wen Yisheng unconsciously hummed softly, her eyes still half-closed and blurry as she looked at him: "Did you find out?"

"Not yet." He was annoyed by that groan.

"You're so useless, what am I supposed to do with you..." Wen Yisheng said, half-asleep, raising her hand to punch him.

The force was weak and ineffective, like a tickle.

"You're only tough when you bully me." Her voice was especially soft at this moment, because she was communicating with him unconsciously.

Wen Zhi stared intently at every subtle expression on her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, your man is useless. I will try my best to avenge you."

"Tch..." Wen Yisheng rolled her eyes and fell asleep again.

Wen Zhi smiled and kissed her lips a few more times.

Goodnight, my love.

The bed was large, but fearing that it might bump her right leg while she slept at night, Wen Zhi volunteered to sleep in the bed with her.

-

The dance competition concluded two days later.

Wen Yisheng followed the competition closely on TV, watching rounds of voting and judging.

The live stream camera panned across the stage, capturing the faces of the dancers who were both nervous and excited as they awaited the results.

With a polite smile, the female host excitedly announced: "The winner of this year's modern dance competition is..."

— "Congratulations to dancer Zhong Yue'er on her self-choreographed dance 'Qing Dream'!"

The enthusiastic applause seemed to penetrate the television screen.

The live stream camera was pointed at Zhong Yue'er.

She wore a purple dance dress and had a sweet face with dance makeup. When she heard that she had won the championship, she was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

Even the host and chief judge, Yu Fanxing, couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable, slightly slow-paced reaction.

Wen Yisheng watched the live broadcast, pursed her lips and smiled slightly, happy for Zhong Yue'er's victory.

Yet, she couldn't help feeling a little lost and melancholy; even standing on the stage was a luxury she could only dream of...

Wen Yisheng turned off the TV, and the room became quiet.

The weather was sunny today, and sunlight streamed in through the window. Under the warm yellow light, her hand, hanging by the bedside, seemed to glow with a translucent white light. She reached out to catch the tiny dust particles floating in the air.

Wen Zhi was disinfecting the tableware in the kitchen. There were professional caregivers in the sanatorium to clean the rooms, but he wasn't used to it. He felt more at ease doing Wen Yisheng's eating, drinking, and cleaning himself.

He dried his hands and came out of the kitchen, carrying a small piece of freshly made strawberry mousse.

"Try it, do you like the taste?"

He's also very good at baking. When Wen Yisheng needed to control her weight, he used to make her all sorts of low-fat desserts to satisfy her cravings.

The strawberry mousse uses a pink gradient layer of cream base, topped with diced strawberries and blueberries, and sprinkled with powdered sugar. It looks very delicious and is even more exquisite than those made in cake shops.

Wen Zhi scooped a spoonful and held it to her lips; the cream filling he scooped out was full of fruit pulp.

Ke Wenyi didn't want to eat; now that she was sober, she no longer had that soft, lively little face she had that night.

Wen Zhi pursed his lips in disappointment and had no choice but to put it in the refrigerator to chill.

Want to play video games?

Wen Zhi opened his gaming laptop and searched for couple games.

He also got into bed and sat next to Wen Yisheng, placing the game laptop on his lap and teaching her the steps one by one.

Wen Yisheng wasn't interested and watched listlessly as he completed the game by himself.

Finally, Wen Zhi found a romantic movie, and the two of them watched it together on the bed.

"Lu Zhizhou and the others are coming to see you tomorrow, along with Wei Lan and the others. Do you want to see them?"

Wen Yisheng certainly wanted to see him.

Besides Wei Lan and the others, Xie Yu and Xu Lang also brought nutritional supplements. Wen Zhi saw that Wen Yisheng was happy and even made an exception to invite them to stay for dinner, cooking for them himself.

This surprised Lu Zhizhou greatly. He looked at Wen Zhi as if he were a ghost.

Before the cast was removed forty days later, Wen Yisheng returned to school in a wheelchair to take her final exams; otherwise, having to retake the course the following year would have been very troublesome.

With the holiday approaching, the Spring Festival is not far away.

Before the Lunar New Year, Lu Zhizhou, who loves lively gatherings, treated a few people to dinner. Wen Yisheng's leg cast had been removed, and she could walk. However, her ankle strength was not as good as before, so she had to do rehabilitation exercises every day.

The group arranged to meet at their usual Midsummer Night's Club.

Ever since Ye Hehua became beautiful, Lu Zhizhou has been keeping a close eye on her, frequently visiting T University and repeatedly asking Xie Yu to keep an eye on his wife.

Lu Zhizhou truly understood Wen Zhi's possessiveness towards Xiao Shengsheng, and he also wanted to keep an eye on Ye Hehua at all times.

Lu Zhizhou drank some wine at the dinner table.

During that time, he acted like a drunk dog, asking Ye Hehua for a kiss.

After finishing their meal, the group went upstairs to a private room to sing karaoke.

After finishing a song, Lu Zhizhou sat down next to Wen Zhi, put his arm around Wen Zhi's shoulder and confided in him, "Brother Zhi, I really understand why you're so strict with your wife now."

"Get lost, you stink."

Wen Zhi pushed him away with disdain, turned around and hugged Wen Yisheng's soft waist, "You walked a lot today, do your feet hurt?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head impatiently and stood up: "I'm going to the restroom."

"I'll stay with you."

"Need not."

Ye Hehua wasn't in the private room; she must have gone to the restroom.

As soon as Wen Yisheng left, Wen Zhi was about to follow, but Lu Zhizhou pulled him back, looking quite exasperated: "Brother Zhi, can't you give little Sheng Sheng some privacy?!"

"Can't you be a little more dignified? Why are you following me to the toilet?"

"Would it kill you to leave her for a while?" Lu Zhizhou was drunk and his words were slurred.

Wen Zhi narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Are you talking to me?"

Lu Zhizhou shuddered at the sight of Wen Zhi's smiling face and immediately straightened his tongue: "Ahem, Brother Zhi, I was wrong."

Wen Zhi also left the private room.

Wen Yisheng came out of the restroom but did not see Ye Hehua. He was puzzled as he walked to a corner.

She froze, covering her mouth in astonishment, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she saw something incredible...

In the corner, Xie Yu and Ye Hehua are kissing?

Wait… Wen Yisheng rubbed her eyes. It looked like Xie Yu was forcibly kissing her academic genius!

A forced kiss?

Wen Yisheng realized this and immediately tried to rush over, but was pulled back. Turning around, she saw Wen Zhi and hurriedly told him to go ahead: "He, Xie Yuhe..."

"Go beat him up, beat up Xie Yu, hurry up! Don't let Lu Zhizhou..."

Wen Yisheng suddenly fell silent, biting her lip, and looked at the people rushing over behind Wen Zhi.

Oops.