The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"..."

Wen Yisheng's hands and feet were ice cold, and Wen Zhi's face uncontrollably appeared in her mind.

On the phone, Wei Lan was still speculating that it was a suspenseful horror movie:

"If it's just a coincidence, then there's nothing to say. Maybe the other party was driving under the influence or something and accidentally hit Qi Lin before fleeing the scene..."

"But what if that car deliberately drove towards Qi Lin?!"

"Another section of road without surveillance cameras. If it was truly intentional, that's terrifying to think about. Was the other party trying to kill him?"

"However, Qi Lin... doesn't seem like the type to attract any terrible people..."

Wei Lan analyzed the situation for a long time, but heard no response from Wen Yisheng.

She glanced at her phone; it showed she was on a call.

Wei Lan called to her, "Hey, Sheng Sheng? Sheng Sheng, are you listening?"

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her daze, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked lightly, and replied, "I'm here."

Wei Lan hissed softly, "I'm not going to guess anymore. The more I talk about it, the scarier it gets. I'm getting goosebumps."

"Luckily, he wasn't hit too badly. Qi Lin dodged in time, fell to the ground and rolled twice. The photos my friend sent show some rather gruesome scrapes on his body."

"Um."

Wei Lan suddenly remembered something: "...That little pervert dared to force a kiss on you, he deserves his bad luck! I'm not going to see him in the hospital!"

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and said, "You don't need to worry about me like this. Whether you go to see him as a friend or not is fine with me."

"Then you..." Wei Lan hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Wen Yisheng shrank into the small blanket, and her stiff, cold blood regained some warmth.

She pretended not to hear and said as usual, "I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."

Wei Lan knew she meant she wouldn't go see Qi Lin, so she didn't press further: "Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yisheng lay on her side on the pillow, slightly dazed.

Was Qi Lin's car accident an unfortunate accident or was he deliberately hit by someone...?

Wen Yisheng didn't want to make a judgment on this issue; there's nothing more to say about an unexpected misfortune.

Intentional… She didn’t want to think about it too much; that was something the police were investigating, and it had nothing to do with her.

Yes, it has nothing to do with her!

Wen Yisheng covered her head with the blanket, adopting a somewhat withdrawn and escapist posture.

No matter how gentle, considerate, and polite Wen Zhi appears on the surface, he is just as cold-blooded, selfish, and inhumane inside.

Wen Yisheng has firsthand experience with this.

He could cut off Wen Yihan's finger without any hesitation, and now he's going to drive a car into him... Wen Yisheng closed her eyes tightly, feeling horrified at the thought of it.

Don't overthink it.

Fortunately, Qi Lin's injuries are not serious.

It was close to 11 p.m.

Just as she was about to drag her heavy head into a nightmare, her cell phone beside her pillow started buzzing.

...She usually turns off her phone before going to bed, and she forgot just now.

Upon picking it up, I discovered it was a painting by Ye He.

draw?

She's been staying in her hometown and hasn't come to school lately, but I do call her occasionally...

Perhaps affected by Qi Lin's car accident, Wen Yisheng had a headache. She raised her slender arm to shield her blurry eyes, tapped her phone to answer, and held it to her ear.

She asked softly, "Hey, drawing? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Sheng Sheng... what should we do..."

The voice coming from the other end sounded off; it seemed to contain a suppressed, trembling sob.

Wen Yisheng sensed something was wrong, paused for two seconds, then suddenly opened her eyes and sat up halfway on the small bed: "What happened?"

In the middle of the night, a young girl called, sobbing and choking. Wen Yisheng woke up almost instantly and couldn't help but think the worst.

"Blood……"

"Blood?" Wen Yisheng's mind went blank for a moment: "Where are you? What happened? Calm down and explain yourself, okay?"

Ye Hehua's voice was filled with a sense of helplessness and emptiness: "I'm in the hospital."

"Is it a hospital in Beijing? Didn't you go back to your hometown?"

Wen Yisheng could tell that she was emotionally unstable and was anxious, so her voice remained soft and reassuring.

"Don't cry, tell me first, are you hurt?"

"No, it wasn't me..."

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Hehua's voice was hoarse: "It's my fault... Wen Zhi was right before, I shouldn't have appeared between the two of them and hesitated..."

"What?"

Who?

Wen, Zhi?

Why did that person's name suddenly appear? And when did he speak to Ye Hehua?

"Xie Yu..." Ye Hehua choked back tears, then broke down in sobs, "There's so much blood, Xie Yu... Will they die... because of me, what will happen?"

Wen Yisheng understood; it was Xie Yu who was injured.

But what about them?

In fact, Wen Yisheng was also confused; she knew only a limited amount of information.

Ye Hehua had previously talked to Lu Zhizhou, and then during a group dinner, Xie Yu kissed her, which Lu Zhizhou witnessed. It turned out that she and Xie Yu had known each other for a long time. The two grown men got into a very violent fight, and she broke up with Lu. And then…

Putting everything else aside, from an outsider's perspective, this was indeed something that was wrong with the drawing.

Lu Zhizhou usually seems unserious and cynical, but we can't take advantage of his feelings like this.

What's going on now?

"Is Lu Zhizhou... also in the hospital?" Wen Yisheng asked hesitantly. "Haven't you gone back to your hometown lately?"

Ye Hehua paused in her sobs, then spoke again through gritted teeth, "I've been in Beijing the whole time! He locked me up and raped me..."

The next few words suddenly faded and became inaudible, and the tone abruptly changed: "He's gone mad."

"..."

They both fell silent for a moment.

Ye Hehua's voice suddenly became very calm: "He had people beat Xie Yu, he was going to die. I couldn't stop him, so I smashed a vase on him. They all ended up in the hospital."

"There's so much blood, I can't wash it off."

"Now I've gone crazy too."

"..."

She suddenly laughed, then cried softly.

Even over the phone, Wen Yisheng could sense that Ye Hehua was in an unstable state.

Even those few words made her feel an indescribable sense of suffocation.

What's going on here? I have absolutely no idea what kind of conflict they had that led to this.

And Lu Zhizhou actually turned off painting...!

As expected, those who can hang out with Wen Zhi are not normal people.

On the other hand, female friends often unreasonably protect each other's sisters.

Wen Yisheng understood that Ye Hehua had done something wrong, but she was still quite worried about her condition: "Which hospital are you in? I'll come over right now."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yisheng called Wei Lan again.

The two set off separately, heading to the Sixth Municipal Hospital.

Wei Lan had a private car, so she was the first to arrive at the hospital and find Ye Hehua. Wen Yisheng was slower to get a taxi and was still on the road when he received Wei Lan's message.

Take your time, don't rush. It's okay for her to draw; I'm here with her.

[Lu and Xie, those two dogs, are more alive than any man; there's no major problem.]

……

Upon receiving the message, Wen Yisheng felt a little relieved and relaxed, leaning back in her car seat to rest.

It's 11:30 p.m. now.

As the car drove into the city center, Wen Yisheng turned her head to stare at the scenery rushing past outside the window.

Looking out, the night view is both unfamiliar and familiar.

The dazzling neon lights illuminate the city's magnificent landmark buildings, and the river that runs through Beijing looks especially romantic under the night sky. Across the river is Hetang Bay, Beijing's most prestigious riverfront luxury residence.

Wen Yisheng had lived there for nearly two years. The high-rise building was dazzling and magnificent. Looking up at it now, she felt a sense of unreality, bewilderment and confusion.

Traffic was sparse late at night, and the car quickly drove through the city center toward the Sixth Hospital.

"Hiss... What's wrong with that car..." The female taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered in disbelief.

Wen Yisheng, sitting in the back seat, couldn't hear clearly, so she looked at the driver and softly hummed in acknowledgment.

"It's nothing. I just saw a car behind us that seemed to be following us. It was probably just my imagination. We're probably going the same way."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror again and said, "It's a luxury car, don't come too close, or you'll be in trouble."

Wen Yisheng was clearly taken aback upon hearing this, and turned to look at him in surprise.

The roads were deserted late at night, with sparse traffic and flickering lights, creating a dappled and hazy atmosphere.

Wen Yisheng has poor eyesight at night, and through the rear window, she could only vaguely see a black car with a small wing logo on the front.

Although I can't see the people inside the car...

But Wen Yisheng became extremely sensitive and uneasy.

In those few seconds, the Rolls-Royce Wraith in its blacked-out style suddenly turned on its dazzling high beams, flashing twice as if silently greeting Wen Yisheng.

"..."

Wen Yisheng's heart suddenly raced. They passed a traffic light, and the black car suddenly accelerated, briefly running alongside the taxi Wen Yisheng was in.

The car window slowly rolled down, the interplay of lights illuminating the person in the driver's seat.

The man's profile was cold and refined, his slender, bony hands resting loosely on the steering wheel.

Turning her head, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she looked at Wen Yisheng with a very shallow and indifferent gaze.

...The person in the car was Wen Zhi.

Realizing this, Wen Yisheng's pupils contracted, and she met his gaze from two car distances away.

The taxi driver was terrified, fearing he might accidentally scratch the luxury car, and quickly applied the brakes to slow down: "I can't afford to pay for it! What's going on with this luxury car?"

Wen Zhi's car was just ahead.

Wen Yisheng was still in shock, pursing her dry lips, completely unaware of what he was up to now that he had appeared out of nowhere.

The ringing phone pulled her back from her dazed and frozen state.

Wen Yisheng looked down at the number she knew so well, took a few deep breaths with trembling hands, answered the call, and barely managed to keep her voice calm.

"Feed..."

Before she could even speak, they stopped her.

Those two simple words revealed a deep, gloomy impatience in his voice: "Get off the bus."

Wen Yisheng swallowed hard, clenched her teeth, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Wen Zhi's deep, cold voice rang out again: "Didn't you hear me tell you to get out of the car?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng clenched her fists, but still asked directly, "Did you cause Qi Lin's car accident?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by a calm reply: "It wasn't me."

Wen Yisheng's heart was still pounding with anxiety.

Wen Zhi scoffed, his laughter chilling and strange: "Who else could it be?"