The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The slanting rain curtain soaked the entire city, and the large raindrops hit the ground, creating swirling eddies.

The rain was so loud that Wen Yisheng seemed not to hear Zhong Xu's shouts. She covered her head with her canvas bag, waded into the rain, and ran towards the bus stop.

Zhong Xu opened his umbrella and hurried after her; being tall and long-legged, he quickly caught up with her.

The rain grew heavier, and the girl's slender body looked forlorn in the rain and mist. Zhong Xu's heart clenched, and he grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her in front of him.

The ground was slippery from the rain, and Wen Yisheng was caught off guard and almost slipped when pulled by the force.

She gasped softly in alarm, her voice sounding exceptionally gentle and melodious against the backdrop of the cacophony of the downpour.

The boy's arm muscles tensed, and his arm quickly wrapped around her waist.

Wen Yisheng didn't fall, but her forehead hit his chin, and both of them let out a soft groan of pain.

"Zhong...Xu..." Wen Yisheng covered her forehead, looked up at him, and was surprised.

Her clothes were half-wet, and tiny, crystal-clear water droplets clung to her porcelain-white cheeks. Her black hair was swept back, her forehead was smooth, and her bright, dark eyes exuded a refreshing and captivating charm that was impossible to look away from.

The black umbrella shielded us from the torrential rain.

Zhong Xu held the umbrella, tilting it towards her. The veins on his hand holding the umbrella bulged, and his gaze froze slightly when he met her clear, doe-like eyes.

His hand was still on her waist.

Wen Yisheng suddenly realized, reached out to push his arm away, and looked slightly embarrassed: "What a coincidence, how come you... are here..."

Zhong Xu was a beat late in noticing the unusually soft texture in his hand.

He paused for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand, a barely perceptible blush rising to the tips of his ears.

The voice sounded clear and cool in the rain: "Yes, I'm here for an internship interview at Yizhong."

Zhong Xu was one year older than Wen Yisheng.

"Oh." Wen Yisheng nodded gently. "Senior Zhong Xu is so capable, he will definitely pass the interview."

Of course it will pass. Yizhong is a business owned by the Chung family. Chung Hsu did not explain.

The rain showed no signs of abating.

Wen Yisheng had just gotten wet; her clothes were mostly soaked, the collar was clinging to her collarbone, and the clothes were slightly see-through, making the curves of her wet upper body quite obvious.

She awkwardly shielded herself with her arms, and a cool breeze blew by, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

Zhong Xu looked away and gazed at the swirling eddies created by the rainwater on the ground.

He said, "I drove over and parked up ahead to take you home."

"No need to trouble you," Wen Yisheng declined. "I'll just take the bus back."

Zhong Xu was indifferent and taciturn, saying only: "I don't have an extra umbrella to lend you. Let's go, I'll see you off."

The umbrella over her head also left. It was a ten-minute walk to the bus stop, but the rain showed no signs of stopping. Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to follow.

She said, "Thank you."

The space created by the umbrella is only so big, but in the rain, it feels like a small world has been created.

Zhong Xu tilted the umbrella toward her.

The two walked in unison, their arms occasionally brushing against each other. Zhong Xu stopped speaking, but a hint of tenderness softened his cold expression.

-

Once in the car, Zhong Xu found some tissues and handed them to her.

Wen Yisheng wiped the rain-soaked areas, and after a while, the car's heater warmed her up, and she finally felt warm again.

"Back to the school dormitory?" Zhong Xu asked, looking at the road ahead as he drove.

"..."

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, not answering immediately, but instead awkwardly raised her hand to cover her chest.

"Um..." She was shy and spoke very softly when making this request, "My shirt is soaked, and I was thinking of going to the mall to buy a new dress. Could you do me that?"

"fine."

But for her to go to the mall looking like that...

Zhong Xu frowned, his mind uncontrollably replaying that unintentional glimpse he'd just caught—his outer garment clinging tightly to his chest, the light-colored bra straps...

Tsk.

He was emotionally detached and rarely showed emotion, but now he was restless and agitated.

Zhong Xu glanced at the rearview mirror, then remembered something: "My home is nearby, and I have Yueyue's clothes at home. Would you be willing to wear those for now?"

Wen Yisheng covered her collar, thought for a moment, and clearly didn't want to go to the mall looking like this.

"I'm fine," she said gently, "but won't Yueyue find it offensive?"

"She won't." Zhong Xu steered the wheel with one hand, his palm fair, slender and beautiful.

A genuine yet sly smile appeared in Wen Yisheng's eyes.

She paused again, then remembered something and took out her phone.

As soon as I turned on my phone, messages and missed calls kept flashing by.

It's obvious who was making those relentless calls.

Wen Yisheng was feeling very uneasy, but thankfully she had muted the phone beforehand.

Thirteen missed calls.

Dozens of short messages.

The familiar, suffocating feeling that hits you right in the face.

Aside from asking her where she was a few days ago, the next twenty-odd text messages all contained the same content, just three short words.

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

……

Wen Yisheng could almost see the terrifying and chilling expression on Wen Zhi's face through those three constantly repeated words.

They're difficult to deal with.

The thing in the world more troublesome than evil spirits is probably Wen Zhi, who has turned into an evil spirit.

We can't let Wen Zhi's efforts go to waste...

Wen Yisheng pondered for a moment and replied to his text message:

[You're so fierce! You only ignored me for twenty minutes on purpose. Ha, you can't even handle being tested. You seem like a psychopath.]

I hereby declare that my initial strong liking for you has now increased to a five out of ten.

[A perfect score is 100. If it drops to zero, you're fired. Think it over.]

This is called turning the tables.

After sending the last message, Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief and put away her phone.

She glanced up casually and met a scrutinizing gaze from the rearview mirror inside the car.

Wen Yisheng went to greet her, smiling, "Are we almost there?"

Zhong Xu withdrew his gaze, gave a soft "hmm," but his expression remained cold.

Who is she messaging?