The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Chapter 23 Call me "Brother" and I'll forgive you

Mrs. Wen's death anniversary?! So!

Wen Yisheng froze for a moment, feeling as if something was blocking her chest. Her voice was dry as she asked, "Is Madam Wen's death anniversary the fifteenth?"

Li Na: "It seems so, Sheng Sheng, how did you know?"

Hearing this, Yi Sheng was at a loss.

I see……

Wen Zhi didn't return until 6 a.m. after going out that night.

She checked the surveillance footage and questioned him, and he asked her to keep it a secret.

It turned out that he had secretly gone out to visit his mother.

He couldn't let his father find out, so he concealed his whereabouts. That's why Aunt Fang, who watched Wen Zhi grow up,... helped him cover it up!

But she... said he deserved to be unloved and that she was going to tell Uncle Wen!

"It's nothing, I just guessed," Wen Yisheng replied, returning to the villa absentmindedly.

I feel really bad, guilty, and ashamed.

Wen Yisheng's parents passed away unexpectedly. Having grown up in the love of her parents, she suddenly lost both of them.

That feeling is like a lonely soul adrift in the world, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the city, feeling lost, confused, and sad to the point of despair.

Therefore, she understands Wen Zhi.

What should I do now? Should I go and apologize?

Wen Yisheng was conflicted.

Whenever she develops feelings for Wen Zhi, strange handwriting appearing in her notebook will pop into her mind to warn her.

Wen Yisheng slowly walked to the door and gently knocked, but no one answered.

About two minutes later, Wen Yisheng thought he had fallen asleep and started to leave.

The door opened.

"What's up?" Wen Zhi had just finished showering and was wearing black loungewear.

His short hair was wet, and when he wasn't smiling, his eyes and brows looked somewhat gloomy. He looked at her with his eyelashes slightly lowered and held a towel to dry his hair.

Wen Yisheng felt inexplicably nervous: "I..."

"Come in and talk," Wen Zhi interrupted her, uttering a curt remark before turning and returning to his room.

Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then went inside.

She decided to apologize. Regardless of the notes, hadn't she really wronged him?

This was the first time Wen Yisheng had entered Wen Zhi's room.

The room was as clean as he was.

Wen Yisheng stood there blankly, somewhat reserved: "I came... to apologize to you."

Wen Zhi dried the water droplets from his hair, casually brushed it aside, and turned to look at her.

"What's there to apologize for?" He chuckled. "I overstepped my bounds, meddled too much, and tried to get close to you. It's normal that you find it annoying."

His voice remained gentle, without any hint of anger: "There's nothing to apologize for."

Wen Yisheng lowered her head in shame.

The girl's voice was low and gentle: "I didn't find it annoying, I just misunderstood you."

"I thought you... were bad."

That word "bad" really hit Wen Zhi right where it hurts.

It sounds like something held between the lips and teeth, it's fucking beautiful.

"And now?" Wen Zhi licked his lips, suppressing the urge to push her down. "Am I bad or not?"

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"The fox mask belongs to Wen Yihan. I wronged you because I didn't know the truth. Gu Xuan's matter has nothing to do with you."

She looked up, her small face serious and earnest: "Wen Zhi, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?" Wen Zhi repeated, his meaning ambiguous.

"Um!"

Wen Zhi didn't say he forgave her. He took a step forward and stood in front of Wen Yisheng. A smile curved his lips as he bent down and whispered in her ear, his soft voice inexplicably alluring: "You've wronged me so much I'm about to die."

"Do you think a simple 'I'm sorry' will be enough for me?"

Wen Yisheng was so consumed by self-blame that she failed to notice the tender words he deliberately emphasized.

She lowered her head again, listlessly asking, "Then what will it take for you to forgive me?"

Wen Zhi's nose twitched slightly, and he sniffed her neck almost imperceptibly. Like a pervert.

It smells good.

She's so delicate; a gentle cut would surely draw blood. He'd better be gentle; as long as she's obedient, he didn't want to hurt her.

Wen Zhi straightened up and tilted his head to think for a moment.

"Call me brother."

"What?"

"Call me 'brother,' and I'll forgive you."

Wen Yisheng was stunned, her face inexplicably burning.

Although the requirements are very simple...

But she felt a little embarrassed and couldn't bring herself to call him that. She hadn't felt this way when she called out to Lu Zhizhou earlier that day.

Wen Zhi wasn't in a hurry. He said slowly, "I've said it before, I was really happy when Asheng first came to the Wen family."

"I really like Ah Sheng, I like her like a younger sister..."

Yeah, right. Screw your sister.

The older brother would never date his younger sister.

He would never want to have sex with his sister.

He thought about it so much he could hardly contain himself.

"To be honest, I haven't felt any family affection in a long time. My father cares about my abilities and values the family's interests. Aunt Jiang is always on guard against and resents me, fearing that I will seize the family business." He chuckled and spoke calmly.

"I live carefully and cautiously in this family."

Wen Yisheng's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, surprised and moved.

He actually saw things so clearly. And he even told me all this.

"Family ties are too distant and precious to me," Wen Zhi said with a hint of self-deprecation as he looked at her.

"Ah Sheng, are you willing to be my..."

"Brother!" Wen Yisheng called out in a clear and decisive voice, her eyes as clear as a pool of water.

Wen Zhi was taken aback, his gaze fixed intently on her.

"Could you say it again?"

"what?"

Wen Yisheng was embarrassed; he had just blurted it out without thinking.

Her face flushed, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes casting shadows at the corners of her eyes. "Brother..."

"Brother," she called softly, a little embarrassed.