The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

With the start of the new semester approaching, the number of classes at Fanxing has been reduced, so we no longer need to go every day; there will only be classes on Sundays.

The Wen family manor was so vast that Wen Yisheng wandered around in a daze, her fair forehead beaded with sweat. Finally, relying on her memory, she found the security room.

She knocked on the door and went in: "Uncle security guard, I had something stolen the night before last. Could I check the security footage?"

The little girl wore a white dress, a low ponytail, and loose, slightly curled hair that hung down on both sides; she was quiet, pure, and beautiful.

How could a security guard refuse a polite and well-behaved young girl?

"Of course! Where did Miss Wen lose her things, and around what time? I'll check the security camera footage for you."

"Right at the villa entrance, at night."

Soon, the playback appeared on the monitor screen.

Wen Yisheng smiled, very understanding: "Uncle, you go ahead and do your work. I only lost a small thing, you can take a look at it yourself."

The security guard nodded and went back to monitoring the surveillance. The Wen family's residence was too large, so to avoid risks, someone was specifically assigned to monitor the surveillance 24 hours a day.

Wen Yisheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Set the surveillance playback time to around 8 PM and watch it at 8x speed.

The image flashed by in a flash.

Until a tall, slender figure flashed across the monitor.

Wen Yisheng quickly clicked pause and switched back to normal speed.

It was Wen Zhi. He left at 8:40 that night.

He and Aunt Fang were both lying!

The truth was right in front of him, and Wen Yisheng was in a panic, as if he had accidentally discovered a psychopathic killer hiding in the crowd!

I'm so scared!!

Watch at double speed.

Wen Zhi went out that night and didn't return until 6 a.m. the next morning!

...

As Wen Yisheng emerged from the monitoring room, a sleek black sedan drove in through the main gate.

With the back window half-rolled up, Wen Yisheng saw the boy sitting inside.

Wen Zhi.

Whether it was psychological or not, looking at that exquisite profile, Wen Zhiming was clearly elegant and handsome, but Wen Yisheng could detect a kind of refined/scoundrel-like temperament in him!

Wen Yisheng pretended not to see it and walked away with her head down.

Wen Zhi got out of the car, and his long legs quickly caught up with her. He turned to look at her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Yisheng suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked around and saw no one. She looked up at Wen Zhi.

Her voice was gentle yet firm: "You lied."

"Um?"

You weren't home that night.

Wen Zhi smiled with his eyes downcast, not denying it: "So you were just checking on me in the surveillance room."

He's still laughing?

Wen Yisheng bit her lip, somewhat annoyed, and looked up at him: "You found out about me, aren't you even a little bit guilty?"

Wen Zhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.

"I feel a little guilty. Sister Asheng, can you keep this a secret for me? Please don't tell anyone."

Wen Yisheng: "Don't you feel even a little bit guilty?"

"Hmm?" Wen Zhi looked up at her. "No way."

"...It's hopeless!!"

Wen Yisheng could hardly believe it, her almond-shaped eyes widening slightly: "Serves you right that no one loves you! Don't call me 'sister' anymore, and don't come near me again, or I'll tell Uncle Wen!"

Wen Zhi was taken aback.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees fell on him, and his eyes, amber in the light, were now filled with astonishment and sorrow: "Perhaps...that's how it is."

"I deserve it, nobody loves me," Wen Zhi repeated, his expression somber.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips. These words were spoken in anger, and they sounded harsh and hurtful. She regretted saying them as soon as she finished.

But words spoken cannot be taken back, and the person in front of him is an unrepentant murderer.

She won't apologize!

/

Wen Yisheng took advantage of her break time at Fanxing Plaza to stroll around the square and saw that a coffee shop was hiring part-time workers.

She had worked part-time at a coffee shop in Huai City before, so she had some experience. When she went in and asked about the hourly wage, it was quite good. When the boss heard that she was a student, he said that she could come only on weekends and holidays.

As they left the coffee shop, Zhong Yue'er asked, puzzled, "Sheng Sheng, aren't you staying at your uncle's house? Why are you doing a part-time job? Don't they give you money?"

Of course he gave her one. Uncle Wen gave her a card directly, saying it was her allowance for the month, and she could ask for more if she needed more.

Upon investigation, it turned out to be 200,000.

Wen Yisheng was almost scared to death; how could she dare to use it!

"I want to avoid touching the money Uncle Wen gives me, as much as I can."

When her parents were called in last time, Zhong Yue'er already knew that she was staying at the Wen family's place.

Zhong Yue'er nodded: "Okay, I really don't understand you..." these poor people.

"Well, what a coincidence! You're staying at Wen Zhi's house. We've been classmates for so many years!"

Upon hearing the name Wen Zhi, Wen Yisheng's heart raced.

Don't get me wrong, I was scared.

Wen Yisheng: "Yueyue, please don't tell anyone else that I'm staying at the Wen family's house, okay?"

Her feelings for Zhong Yue'er weren't exactly good.

But Zhong Yue'er often took the initiative to come to her. Wen Yisheng was not good at refusing girls who knew how to be charming, so she gradually got along with her. She was probably the first friend she made in Beijing!

Zhong Yue'er: "Of course! We're best friends! Let's go upstairs and browse around; I want to buy some clothes!"

Upstairs is the shoe and clothing section, which features high-end luxury brands.

Zhong Yue'er chose a sweet-style dress and went into the fitting room.

Wen Yisheng got bored while waiting outside, so she stood up and wandered around. She saw a dress and thought the style was pretty good, so she took a second look at it.

"This is a new style, and there's only one left. It's very selective in terms of body type, so many customers like this dress but can't wear it. I think your figure is definitely good enough to pull it off, so you can give it a try," the short-haired sales assistant said enthusiastically.

Wen Yisheng is actually quite vain, so hearing this makes one's heart flutter.

She glanced at the price tag on the dress.

Goodbye.

I just suddenly think this dress is... just so-so, and there are even loose threads on the cuffs.

Wen Yisheng said calmly, sitting back down on the lounge chair: "Thank you, but I don't need it. I don't really like the length of this dress."

Another sales assistant in the store, who had a bun hairstyle, rolled her eyes.

She pulled the short-haired sales assistant aside and whispered, "Are you stupid? The girl who went in to try on clothes just now was decked out in designer brands; she's obviously rich."

She glanced at Wen Yisheng again: "Look at her, dressed in cheap, unbranded clothes from a street stall. How could she possibly afford clothes from our store!"

The short-haired saleswoman listened carefully as she sized up Wen Yisheng: "She has a great presence. I didn't even notice what she was wearing earlier. Is this what they mean by good-looking people can look good even in a burlap sack?"

"What's the use of looking good if you're broke! You're just a porter for that designer girl!"

Wen Yisheng remained calm, pretending not to have heard anything.

"Watch your mouth, do you not want to keep the shop open anymore?" A cold and arrogant male voice suddenly rang out.

The two sales assistants were stunned.

Turning around, I saw a handsome, roguish guy walk into the store at some point.

With a big smile, the woman with the bun hairstyle said, "Handsome, what did you just say? Is there anything you need?"

The boy frowned in disgust and waved her away: "Get away from me, you're fucking ugly."

Upon hearing that faintly familiar voice, Wen Yisheng wished she could disappear into the ground on the spot.

It is both warm and cold.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Wen Yihan's expression changed quickly. He came over with a smirk and said, "Sheng Sheng, whatever clothes you like, I'll buy them all for you. Don't pay any attention to that ugly woman who looks down on people. She's not even worthy of carrying your bags."

The boy smiled and leaned close to her ear: "I'll carry your bag."

The two sales assistants, especially the one with the bun hairstyle, looked extremely tense and could hardly contain herself.

Wen Yisheng was disgusted by him: "I don't need it, please leave." If Zhong Yue'er hadn't been in the fitting room, she would have left immediately.

Wen Yihan has a thick skin.

"Sheng Sheng looks good in dresses. This one is nice, go try it on." He rummaged through the clothes and picked out a little white dress, handing it to Wen Yisheng.

Wen Yisheng ignored him and sat on the sofa looking at her phone.

Wen Yihan casually tossed the skirt aside, sat down next to her, not annoyed, and quietly looked at her face while resting his chin on his hand.

"Sheng Sheng is so beautiful."

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze: "What exactly do you want?"

"I've been so good to you, why won't you forgive me?" Wen Yihan suddenly asked, looking somewhat troubled.

"Didn't you see the fox mask? I've already paid back double to those who bullied you, aren't you happy?!"

Wen Yisheng: "...?"

Wen Yihan was quite excited, looking like a puppy seeking praise: "Sheng Sheng, didn't you see? I specially put the mask on the table where you get your water every day."

Wen Yisheng could no longer make any expressions.

She asked incredulously, "Gu Xuan, did you...do this?"

"Yeah, I was furious when I saw you faint with a fever that day."

The boy's handsome face darkened, and he smiled sinisterly, "She dared to lock you in the bathroom and let you get cold, so I'll let her try what it's like to be locked in a cold storage."