The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"..."

The boy's usually gentle and clear eyes had lost their harmless innocence; now they were dark and extremely dangerous.

Wen Yisheng now realizes that she has once again provoked a paranoid man with an abnormal constitution.

A sudden surge of anger welled up inside her.

That's enough. Having one persistent, clingy person like Wen Zhi is enough. If another one comes along, she'll really be driven crazy.

And what kind of thought processes do these people have? Why does she have to accept him just because he likes her?

Can you be reasonable?

Wen Yisheng looked up at him, her voice as calm as a wisp of smoke: "So what? What can I do? I just don't like you."

"dislike?"

Qi Lin covered her soft fingers with his palm, gently kneaded them, and asked with puzzlement, "So what kind do you like?"

He chuckled, a hint of jealousy and disdain in his voice: "So you like the bad boy type, the one who forces you?"

Wen Yisheng's breathing became labored, and her face turned cold instantly.

She forcefully shook off his hand, slapped him, and then opened the door and walked out.

Qi Lin turned his face and stiffened for a moment, his eyes dark and calm. He reached out and pulled her back, then pushed her against the wall by pressing her shoulder.

He smiled faintly: "Sister, I want to kiss you, is that alright?"

His words were pleading, but he didn't wait for Wen Yisheng's reply before leaning down and kissing her.

Wen Yisheng frowned and turned her face away.

His lips brushed lightly against her soft, fragrant lips and cheeks.

The summer air was stuffy and humid. Her exposed neck was snow-white, like melted cream ice cream, carrying a refreshing coolness.

Qi Lin, disregarding everything else, lowered his head and kissed her to stop the heat.

Wen Yisheng didn't dodge, but her voice was cold: "Qi Lin, I thought you were different from other boys, but I was wrong. It turns out you don't respect my wishes either."

Her words carried a hint of self-mockery: "In your eyes, am I really that cheap?"

Qi Lin stiffened slightly; the slightest movement would have brought him within reach of kissing her snow-white neck, but he stopped abruptly.

The door was then pushed open.

Wei Lan walked in and looked at the scene with a mixture of shock and anger.

"Sheng Sheng! Damn it, how dare you!" Wei Lan jumped up, lunged at Qi Lin, and shoved him away. "I misjudged you! What does this little pervert think he's doing in broad daylight?!"

Qi Lin's dark eyes were dull as he stared intently at Wen Yisheng without saying a word.

Wei Lan glared at him, then turned to him with a worried and self-reproachful expression: "Are you alright, Sheng Sheng...?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head slightly, picked up the canvas bag that had fallen to the ground, and turned to leave swiftly.

Wei Lan kicked Qi Lin several times, still not satisfied: "And I even stood up for you, calling you Sheng Sheng? You were trying to force a kiss, weren't you? You shameless scoundrel, you've been hiding it all along!"

-

Wen Yisheng remained calm throughout, showing some surprise and anger but not being intimidated by Qi Lin at all.

Again--

Thanks to Wen Zhi, she had experienced a lot and this small scene was not enough to threaten her.

I had dinner with my roommates in the cafeteria that night, and by the time I got back to the dorm, washed up, and climbed into bed, it was almost nine o'clock.

Wen Yisheng leaned against the headboard and looked at foreign language literature on the computer for a while.

It was close to 10:30 p.m.

Wen Yisheng picked up her phone and glanced at it. Her phone vibrated.

The message from Ji Chen:

[Cracked... Is this the video you're looking for?]

Wen Yisheng's mind went blank for a moment. Didn't Ji Chen say it would take twelve hours to crack? It's already so fast.

She lost interest in reading the documents and kept her eyes glued to the news.

And how could this be...?

Is it that video? Didn't Zhong Xu destroy the surveillance video?

Immediately afterwards, Ji Chen sent another video.

Wen Yisheng's fingertips trembled slightly. She closed her eyes briefly, and memories of her past and present lives flashed through her mind.

If it really is Zhong Yue'er, then, in her previous life, was her crippled leg also related to her...?

Wen Zhi.

She misunderstood Wen Zhi's words, so... so what...?

In any case, their fate in their previous life was already sealed. She died. He lived. Fighting to the death was also a kind of mutual liberation.

Wen Yisheng took a deep breath, stopped thinking wildly, and opened the video.

Surprisingly, yet logically, the video Ji Chen sent was indeed the surveillance footage of her falling down the stairs.

The real culprit who placed the small marbles on the stairs was, as expected, Zhong Yue'er.

Wen Yisheng watched the surveillance video with a calm expression. She had already guessed that it was Zhong Yue'er, so she was neither surprised nor angry. The purpose of the video was to serve as evidence.

Now that the truth is clear, the next step... is to pretend to be unaware and lure Zhong Yue'er back to the country.

"Thank you," Wen Yisheng texted Ji Chen, then transferred 1,000 yuan to him.

Wen Yisheng was very poor, and his heart was bleeding when he transferred the money, but top-notch technical personnel are scarce and valuable, and this price was too low.

Ji Chen accepted it without hesitation.

Wen Yisheng saved the surveillance video and made many backups on her computer.

The phone rang again at that moment; it was Wei Lan calling.

Wen Yisheng couldn't help but think of the incident that afternoon when Qi Lin almost forcibly kissed her. She paused for a few seconds before answering the call.

Wei Lan's voice was urgent.

She said directly, "Sheng Sheng, Qi Lin was in a car accident, did you know?"

"..."

"What?" Wen Yisheng's voice unconsciously rose.

Wei Lan spoke too hastily, and his words were decisive. Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, and her vivid imagination conjured up a bloody scene of the little Qilin being hit by a truck while walking on the road, his limbs mangled.

"Car accident, how are you... are you alright?"

"The person is gone," Wei Lan said.

Wen Yisheng's breathing faltered, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

A laugh suddenly came from the phone: "Just kidding, I'm perfectly fine."

Wen Yisheng: "..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anymore, but he's really badly injured, an ambulance has come."

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief. She had been avoiding Qi Lin mainly because she was worried that Wen Zhi would see her getting close to Qi Lin and...

and many more!

A forced kiss, a car accident, and Wen Zhi?

It doesn't matter.

Right.

Wen Yisheng stopped thinking and forced a steady voice: "Lanlan, um... how did Qi Lin get into the car accident?"

"It was tonight. He was hit by a black car outside. It was on a small road without surveillance cameras. The car hit him and drove away."

Wen Yisheng's heart sank upon hearing this. Perhaps it was because the air conditioner in the dormitory was blowing too cold air, her hands and feet became icy cold.

"Where's the license plate?"

"Qi Lin said he didn't see it. Sigh, now that you mention it, it feels a little scary."

"Was that car deliberately designed to hit Qi Lin? Was it an assassin?"