The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Meanwhile, back home.

In the height of summer, the sun shines high in the sky.

Kyoto University, a century-old prestigious university, boasts stunning campus scenery that rivals some tourist attractions.

Sunlight, like shattered diamonds, spread across the clear, emerald-green lake surface, while the weeping willows along the shore rippled in the gentle breeze.

Wen Yisheng sat in a small pavilion by the lake, looking at the message Zhong Yue'er sent, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhong Yue'er's calculations have backfired; she's probably just in a hurry to come back and take back Wen Zhi, this seemingly beautiful but actually cunning and ruthless flower.

"You dare to chat with others in front of me."

"You're laughing so happily."

"Wen Yisheng, you need to be taught a lesson, you know that?" Wen Zhi coldly put down the lunchbox and reached out to snatch her phone.

Wen Yisheng shielded her phone to her chest and nimbly dodged.

"A woman!"

She opened the interface again and waved it in front of him: "Look, isn't it a bit unreasonable of you to interfere when I chat with girls?"

My psychopathic boyfriend!

As Wen Zhi regains some of his memories, he naturally needs to adjust his lifestyle accordingly, such as taking control of Wen Yisheng's three meals a day.

He had an elective class in the morning, but he skipped it and asked a classmate to take attendance for him. His grades were too good, and the teacher wasn't strict enough to punish him for skipping class even once.

He sent Wen Yisheng a message in advance to go home for lunch, and then went back to prepare lunch. Wen Yisheng didn't want to go home, so he brought the lunchbox to school and ate with her.

"What's wrong with you being unreasonable? Is there a difference between men and women?" Wen Zhi said, looking at her.

But her expression did soften a little.

Wen Yisheng put away her phone and couldn't help but glance at Wen Zhi a few more times.

Why does Zhong Yue'er like Wen Zhi so much?

Even knowing his true perverted nature, she has such heavy tastes.

However, thanks to this, she managed to entice Zhong Yue'er to return to China with just a few words.

Wen Zhi carried two insulated lunch boxes, wiped the pavilion chairs clean with disinfectant wipes, and then took out the food from the lunch boxes and arranged them neatly.

Six dishes, varied but not too large in portion, just right for two people, a cup of lily bulb and white fungus soup, and two desserts:

The appetizer included some icy preserved plums, cherry tomatoes, and qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling), a favorite among southerners.

"Don't play with Wei Lan and Ye Hehua too much, they'll lead you astray," he said calmly, handing her chopsticks.

Wei Lan is like a madman, so noisy and chaotic. What's worse, she actually tried to match Wen Yisheng and Qi Lin up.

What a short-sighted idiot.

Ye Hehua is fickle and entangled with two men, so she should definitely not get involved with them.

Wen Zhi would absolutely not tolerate Wen Yisheng daring to cheat on him. One idiot like Lu Zhizhou is enough. If it were him, he would definitely kill Wen Yisheng.

That's right, the current Wen Zhi, back when he was on the island and Wen Yisheng was on the verge of drowning:

[As long as she's alive, it doesn't matter if she smiles for other men—he had completely forgotten, or rather, thrown that inner struggle back to the back of his mind.]

Zero tolerance. We'd rather die together than let Wen Yisheng elope with another man.

Wen Yisheng had just popped a green rice dumpling into her mouth. It was so delicious, with her favorite coconut filling.

I've rarely had such delicious qingtuan (green glutinous rice dumplings) since I came to Beijing, and I can't buy authentic ones from Huai City online.

Her goodwill towards Wen Zhi had just increased slightly because of the food, but upon hearing this, it decreased, and she was very unhappy: "You're not allowed to talk about my friend like that."

Isn't Wen Zhi the worst one? A pervert with no self-awareness whatsoever.

"OK, I won't say anything, let's eat." Wen Zhi sat across from her, his smile both gentle and dangerous. "But if you dare to have any lesbian tendencies, I will definitely not let any of you off the hook."

"Pfft—cough cough." Wen Yisheng almost choked on her food. What lace?

How can this person's brain be so dirty!

Wen Yisheng lowered her head to eat, but Wen Zhi didn't touch his chopsticks.

Although there was a breeze by the lake, it didn't cool her down. Wen Zhi used a palm-sized electric fan to cool her down, wiping her mouth and smoothing her hair from time to time.

His gaze was so focused that it was more intense than the sun in the sky.

"Why aren't you eating with us?" Wen Yisheng couldn't stand it anymore.

He rested his chin on his hand, staring at her with a slight smile on his lips: "I like eating what you leave behind."

"..." When did he develop another perverted fetish?

Wen Yisheng finished eating under his intense gaze, and sure enough, Wen Zhi started eating, enjoying his meal immensely and even deliberately getting a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth so she could wipe it for him.

"..." Is this a true stalker and lickspittle?

Wen Yisheng held up a small fan to cool him down, lowered her eyes, and absentmindedly said, "Wen Zhi, do you still remember my legs..."

"What happened to your leg?" Wen Zhi asked immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"No." It seems he didn't recall that memory.

She didn't want to say anything more, but Wen Zhi turned his head away, his brows furrowing in pain.

Wen Yisheng asked with slight nervousness, "What's wrong?"

"My head hurts," he said. Suppressing the discomfort, he looked up at her. "What happened to your leg? Don't lie to me."

"No, don't think about it, let's eat." She reached out and rubbed the back of his head.

-

The next morning, around eight o'clock, Wen Zhi sent her a message saying he was waiting for her downstairs at the dormitory and asked her to come down for breakfast.

Summer days are early, and by this time everyone in the dormitory had already gone to their early morning classes. Wen Yisheng didn't have any classes in the morning, but she had to go to the broadcasting station around nine o'clock.

She was the only one in the dormitory.

Wen Yisheng was getting ready to go downstairs when she suddenly received a call from Zhong Xu. The reason she had his number was because she deliberately got close to him. However, Zhong Xu would occasionally send her WeChat messages, but he almost never called her.

Wen Yisheng roughly guessed why Zhong Xu had called, and she answered without much hesitation.

"Feed?"

"It's you." The other person's voice was cold and low, devoid of warmth.

Wen Yisheng's expression was also indifferent; she held her phone without saying a word.

Zhong Xu suddenly laughed, his expression ambiguous, like a cold, uncontrollable question: "You've been deliberately getting close to me from the beginning, to get revenge on my sister."

"..." Wen Yisheng didn't want to say anything more to him.

Leaving aside the untold truths about her past life memories, her leg, and the near-death experience at sea at the hands of Lan Feiyu and his gang of beasts—all of this was orchestrated by Zhong Yue'er behind the scenes.

How dare Zhong Xu come over so quickly? Is he here to teach Zhong Yue'er a lesson?

What a deep bond between siblings!

"Why aren't you answering?" Zhong Xu asked again.

"There's not much to say, it's just what you think."

Wen Yisheng directly admitted, her voice calm and fearless: "What fate she deserves is up to the police. Of course, you can resent me, but I won't care."

Wen Yisheng couldn't see what the other person's expression was.

But one can imagine that Zhong Xu's already cold face must now be covered with frost and snow, making him look icy and terrifying.

He remained silent for a long time, and Wen Yisheng impatiently tried to hang up the phone.

Wen Zhi was waiting downstairs. If she was late, he might go crazy again and interrogate her about what she was doing.

Just a second before I hung up, the other party spoke.

To Wen Yisheng's surprise, he didn't utter the harsh words, "You will pay a heavy price for harming my sister."

Zhong Xu's voice was deathly still, utterly cold: "So you've been deliberately flirting with me all along, without a shred of sincerity, is that it?"

"..."

When did you start flirting with him? If Wen Zhi heard this, he'd have another fit.

Absolutely not! It's just that I occasionally send a message on WeChat, at most Zhong Xu saw a bit of my underwear when my clothes got wet in the rain.

Wen Yisheng let out a soft sigh, finding it laughable: "When you were helping Zhong Yue'er cover up her criminal record, you were quite sincere, weren't you? Good brother."

After saying that, Wen Yisheng hung up the phone and blocked Zhong Xu.

It seems to have been a success, otherwise Zhong Xu wouldn't have called.

Wen Yisheng had informed Wen Congnan well in advance and sent him the surveillance video that could prove Zhong Yue'er's crime.

So as soon as Zhong Yue'er got off the plane, she was probably taken to the police station right after she stepped out of the station.