The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Ling's words are quite thought-provoking.

What happened to Wen Yihan?

Wen Zhi, standing to the side, remained expressionless. He picked up some food and put it in her bowl, then gently rubbed the back of her hand: "Eat."

Wen Yisheng was completely baffled, but Wen Congnan's words provided an explanation.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I've said this many times. Yihan came to the company himself and told me he wanted to join the army to train. It's a good thing that he has such ambition. It's your fault as his mother for not supporting him and for complaining here. That's why he left without telling you!"

"I don't believe it!"

Jiang Ling screamed hoarsely, as if she had lost her mind, and swept away the dishes in front of her, pointing a finger at Wen Zhi: "It must be because you don't like my precious son that you had your dad send him to the army to be tortured..."

"It's you, you monster, you killer..." Bang.

Wen Zhi threw down his chopsticks, stood up, and kicked away the dining chair behind him.

He didn't say a word, but just staring at Jiang Ling with such a completely lifeless and calm gaze was enough to make her tremble with fear and fall silent.

Jiang Ling froze abruptly, as if choked by air, speechless and frozen in place.

Wen Congnan's face also darkened, and he immediately called for people to take Jiang Ling back to her room.

Wen Yisheng was also startled by Wen Zhi's sudden erratic behavior. Jiang Ling's words were barely uttered before she was frightened back down. She couldn't help but wonder, "S? What S? It's definitely not a good thing."

Although Wen Zhi was indeed a perverted monster, hearing Jiang Ling say it made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable...

"Don't be angry, why did you kick things so scary..." Wen Yisheng took Wen Zhi's hand.

For some reason, his usually warm hands became slightly cold.

Her palms were warm and soft, and her fingers slipped between his fingers to transfer her body heat.

Wen Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked down at the hand that Wen Yisheng was holding.

The fierce look in his eyes gradually faded, and he bent down and hugged her tightly.

"Ah Sheng, I love you so much, you have no idea how much," he buried his face in her neck, using all his senses to touch her body, "Do you love me?"

He asked again.

He asks this question every day. It's as if he can only gain a sense of security if she says she loves him.

Wen Yisheng curled her fingertips slightly, but still reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, gently stroking his back like stroking a mad dog: "I love you."

Wen Zhi closed his eyes and gave a soft "hmm," as if he believed her, but inside he was struggling madly.

I don't love him at all.

He doesn't love me at all.

He doesn't love me at all.

You don't even have a fraction of the love I have for you.

Wen Zhi knew in his heart that as long as he said he would let her go, Wen Yisheng would definitely run away happily right now.

He was too greedy. At first, he only wanted Wen Yisheng to stay by his side, but after he got her, he wanted Wen Yisheng to love him as much as he loved her.

Actually, this is quite sentimental. He knows that Wen Yisheng is already trying to accept him, so Wen Zhi has been suppressing the dark emotions that are growing wildly in his heart.

The atmosphere at the dinner party became awkward because of Jiang Ling.

However, Wen Yisheng was really surprised that Wen Yihan joined the army.

She had a feeling that this time, it wasn't Wen Zhi who was up to something; it was actually Wen Yihan who wanted to change.

What Wen Yisheng didn't know was that it was indeed Wen Yihan's own choice, but the text message Wen Yihan sent her before leaving was actually deleted by Wen Zhi.

The two did not intend to stay overnight at the Wen family's house.

Before leaving, Wen Congnan called Wen Zhi into the study.

Wen Congnan tossed him a document: "You're about to start your vacation, right? You seem pretty free, so there probably isn't much going on at school. Go to Jiang City the day after tomorrow to meet an investor; it'll be good for your new company's development."

Wen Zhi glanced at the document, but didn't say whether he would go or not; he just smiled enigmatically.

-

Two days later is Kyoto University's anniversary celebration, and the evening performances are diverse.

Wen Yisheng sprinted to the backstage of the auditorium, her hair disheveled from running. She was usually very punctual and rarely appeared so rushed.

Upon seeing her arrive, Wei Lan hurriedly led her into the dressing room.

After removing her clothes, Wei Lan and the makeup artist helped her change into a custom-made ethereal dance dress.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, Wei Lan pressed her in front of the makeup table and told the makeup artist to speed up the makeup process.

Wei Lan specially hired two makeup artists, one to do her hair and the other to do her makeup, which can be described as very professional.

"You're really something, if you had come any later the party would have been over. Luckily the show was later in the program," Wei Lan nagged at her from the side.

Wen Yisheng was still a little out of breath from exhaustion. She gave Wei Lan a wry smile in the makeup mirror: "I'm so sorry, Sister Lan, you've worked so hard. I'll treat you to a super big meal after the party. Could you please get me some water?"

Wei Lan glared at her, turned around, took a glass of water, and handed it to her, asking curiously, "Where did you go? You ran like that."

Wen Yisheng shook her head, swallowing the watery, bloody taste that had seeped into her throat: "I didn't go anywhere, I've been in the dorm the whole time."

"Then why didn't you come earlier?" Wei Lan asked, puzzled. Then, as if remembering something, she glanced at the door and said, "Where's your Wen Xue Shen? He's always like a shadow, following you everywhere. He looks at you like you're some rare treasure, as if anyone would steal you away if they even glanced at you."

Wei Lan pouted as she spoke; she was straightforward and outspoken, and couldn't stand being restrained.

This kind of dating style, which lacks any sense of personal interaction and privacy, means she would directly say no even if the other person was an angel or a billionaire.

I don't know how Sheng Sheng could stand it?

It's like being constantly watched and controlled by my boyfriend like a criminal...

This was strange; Wen Zhi wasn't seen with them. Wei Lan asked suspiciously, "Why haven't we seen him this time?"

"..." How could Wen Yisheng say that it was because of him that so much trouble had been gone?

"Are they waiting in the audience to watch your performance?" Wei Lan leaned against the dressing table, chatting as he watched her put on her makeup.

Wen Yisheng was wearing a flowing, elegant dress, and even without makeup, she already exuded a classical charm. The makeup artist was very professional, and the base makeup had already been applied.

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes and mumbled an explanation: "No, he's busy with company matters. It seems he went to another city. He'll be back tomorrow."

She didn't tell Wen Zhi about the performance at the gala.

It's obvious he'll disagree. Even if he outwardly supports it, he'll definitely obstruct it behind the scenes—that's his usual tactic.

What truly gave Wen Yisheng a heart attack was the memory of being forced into sexual intercourse by him after her performance in her past life. That truly disgusted her both physically and mentally.

It was just a dance performance at the school anniversary gala.

Wen Yisheng had already made up her mind that if he dared to force himself on her again because of this, she would definitely risk her life to cut off his criminal organs and turn him into a eunuch.

Anyway, Wen Yisheng has too many labels for him that he has established through his real actions as a pervert.

The ever-increasing Wen Jiaojiao, the persistent Wen Piaopiao, and if we add another eunuch like Wen, that wouldn't be too many, would it?

The reason why Wen Yisheng arrived at the auditorium so late is quite obvious.

Wen Zhi wasn't in Beijing, so I had to keep a close watch on her that night and video chat with her.

To deal with him, Wen Yisheng stayed in bed in her pajamas and video-chatted with him from seven o'clock until almost ten o'clock. Then she yawned in a very professional manner and said she was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep.

Once the video call was over, she was full of energy, got out of bed, and ran as fast as she could to the auditorium.

-

The makeup artist used a small brush dipped in lipstick to draw blooming petals on her forehead. Her porcelain-white skin and bright red brows accentuated her exquisite beauty with an antique charm.

Meanwhile, the hairstylist finished the job, adding hair accessories that matched the dance dress to the bun.

Makeup and styling complete.

Wei Lan was stunned. She turned her head to look at Wen Yisheng in the mirror and then at Wen Yisheng herself.

"Now I understand why the incompetent emperors in period dramas don't like to hold court in the morning."

Wei Lan reached out, hooked one finger under Wen Yisheng's chin, and slowly lifted it up. She couldn't find the right words to describe it, so she could only use the simplest language to summarize it.

"If it were me... I'd want to hold you in my arms every night and serve you in bed. Why bother getting up early? What's the point of having an empire!"

Wen Yisheng was amused by her, "You're being too exaggerated."

"No exaggeration," Wei Lan recalled, "Your academic genius boyfriend, if he were an emperor, then you would truly be a femme fatale who brings ruin to the country, look how closely he watches you."

"..." Wen Yisheng thought to herself, "Fortunately, this is in the modern era where everyone is equal, rather than in the ancient era of autocratic imperial laws."

Otherwise, she would have been locked in the palace by that perverted emperor and wouldn't have been able to get out even if a door had collapsed.