The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Compared to being immersed in love, Wen Zhi experiences a daily emotional turmoil, replaying countless times in his mind the dramatic struggle of "I love you, you don't love me, you don't love me at all, do you love me or not?"

Wen Yisheng was clearly much more indifferent and peaceful.

With her mentor's recommendation, Wen Yisheng passed a part-time interview at a translation company during her vacation.

Wen Zhi was extremely dissatisfied with this and often wore a resentful expression.

If Wen Yisheng hadn't moved into Hetang Bay to live with him as he wished, he wouldn't have agreed to let her go out to work.

Fearing that Wen Yisheng might revert to being a cold, emotionless, and obedient puppet, he dared not make any small moves to stop her.

Of course, Wen Zhi didn't neglect his career either, since a major prerequisite for getting married and supporting a wife is earning a lot of money.

The company is quite busy, and Lu Zhizhou, that fool with too much money, has disappeared without a trace since the holiday started.

"Where have you been?" Wen Zhi asked coldly as soon as the call connected.

The signal seems to be bad on Lu Zhizhou's end.

His voice came through intermittently: "Feed?...Brother? Hello!"

"Brother Zhi...save me! I need a helicopter! Help! I'm lost in the mountains, brother!"

"Women are all cold-blooded animals. I traveled all the way to this godforsaken place, and Ye Hehua doesn't care about me. Damn it, I... I'm cutting off... love."

"What a huge bug! A mutated bug... Oh crap, it's a snake!"

Lu Zhizhou wailed at the top of his lungs, "I want Brother Zhi! Pick me up! Brother Zhi, send someone to pick me up...!"

Wen Zhi was impatient; his ears were almost deafened by the loud noise, so he moved his phone away.

beep.

Without any expression or hesitation, he elegantly pressed the red call button with his index finger and hung up the phone.

Which savage was howling just now? You must be hallucinating.

Wen Zhi glanced at the time and closed his laptop.

It's reasonable for the boss to be the first to leave work.

It's time to go home and prepare a loving dinner for his Ah Sheng.

-

Wen Yisheng's work is going relatively smoothly.

When you're fully immersed in your work, all your worries seem insignificant.

Forget about romance and love; making your own money and enriching your life experiences are the happiest and most fulfilling things.

Someone came to the company today and specifically asked for her name. When Wen Yisheng saw the person's face, she wanted to leave.

Zhong Xu stood in the reception room with his back to the door. He turned around when he heard the sound. His features were still handsome, but they seemed to have become darker and more profound.

It's the kind of face that's thin, giving the impression of sunken eyes, and the whole person exudes a cold and aloof aura that keeps strangers at bay.

"Sheng Sheng," he called her.

Wen Yisheng didn't even turn her head.

Zhong Xu didn't stop her, but his voice held a hint of bitterness: "How can you forgive Yue'er? Are you going to torture her to death?"

Wen Yisheng stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.

"What?"

Zhong Xu suppressed the tremor in his voice and looked into her eyes, saying, "Yue'er's leg was broken in prison. She might not be able to dance anymore."

"..." Wen Yisheng heard it clearly and was stunned by the sudden news. She couldn't react.

He opened his mouth, then nodded to indicate that he had heard: "Oh, so what does this have to do with me?"

"You came here because you think I hired someone to harm your sister?"

“You wouldn’t do that,” Zhong Xu said. “You love dancing just like her, and you know how painful it is to not be able to dance.”

Wen Yisheng suddenly wanted to laugh.

Zhong Yue'er had no idea when she caused her to fall down the stairs.

Zhong Xu walked towards her, and when he got closer, she could see the tired, bloodshot veins in his eyes.

"Tell Wen Zhi to stop."

I beg you.

"She has already received the punishment she deserves. Isn't that enough? She should die."

He gripped Wen Yisheng's shoulders, his palms tightening uncontrollably, his eyes filled with pleading and hidden sorrow.

Wen Yisheng winced in pain, and Zhong Xu realized he had lost control and had lost his strength.

"Don't make baseless accusations. Whether Wen Zhi did such a thing or not is not something you can determine with just your words. I will find out for myself."

Wen Yisheng brushed him aside, turned and left, pausing slightly as she turned her head to say, "I'm very busy, don't bother me anymore."

Zhong Xu stared at her silently, his jawline taut.

This was the first girl he had ever liked, and there was no chance of anything happening between them in this lifetime.

-

Wen Yisheng came out of the meeting room and went straight to the restroom, where she took out her phone and made a call.

That's utter nonsense.

Who else could it be?

Besides Wen Zhi, no one else is as vengeful or ruthless as him!

She kept it from Wen Zhi because she was worried that his vindictive nature would lead him to secretly harm Zhong Yue'er, and sure enough, he found out anyway.

That's right, she's not the Virgin Mary, so of course she would resent Zhong Yue'er. Everyone has a hypocritical and dark side. She even had the idea of ​​giving Zhong Yue'er a taste of her own medicine and making her suffer all the pain she had endured.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can restrain their desires. In addition to their own thoughts, they are also bound by laws and morals. Normal people will not go against social ethics to do things that are contrary to the world. Wen Yisheng is a perfectly normal person.

But Wen Zhi is different. He is like a threatened beast that will fight the enemy until the danger is gone, without any restraint. It's as if he is born cold-blooded and has no feelings.

Even with such an intimate relationship, Wen Yisheng still felt a deep-seated fear of him at times.

The call was answered within seconds.

A slight, abrupt sound could be heard, probably from stir-frying vegetables; Wen Zhi was cooking.

"So you actually thought to call me first?"

His voice held a hint of teasing, yet it was easy to detect a relaxed joy: "How strange."

"Miss me?"

The gentle, pure voice mingled with the subtle sounds of stir-frying, all reaching Wen Yisheng's ears.

There's an inexplicable sense of peaceful, idyllic life here.

Wen Yisheng felt a surge of pent-up frustration and anxiety in her chest, like an inflated balloon, which slowly deflated a little.

"I have something to ask you." Her tone was much calmer than her previous somber expression.

"Yes, go ahead." Wen Zhi seemed very happy today.

The tone of the last note subtly rises.

Wen Yisheng always cuts to the chase: "Zhong Yue'er's leg was broken in prison. Does that have anything to do with you?"

Wen Zhi remained silent for a few seconds.

The conversation fell silent, and the air seemed to slowly solidify and darken.

"Hmm." Wen Zhi admitted without much emotion, "It's just a broken leg. Don't feel sorry for her. Have you forgotten how you tumbled down the stairs?"

Wen Yisheng gasped when she heard him admit it: "I don't feel sorry for her. I don't care whether she lives or dies if it's a natural disaster or a man-made calamity."

"To me, she has already been punished by law, and that's enough. But what have you done?"

"I did it for you," he said lightly.

Wen Yisheng's heart tightened.

Yes, everything was for her sake; those few words dragged her into hell as well.

"I don't need it." Wen Yisheng's voice lowered. "Wen Zhi, this is wrong. Zhong Yue'er went to prison because she harmed me. And you, how are you any different from her now..."

Wen Zhi chuckled, "So you were worried about me. Don't be afraid. Riots in prison are nothing new. It's just inmates ganging up on and bullying newcomers. It has nothing to do with us."

Wen Yisheng's head throbbed with pain, and her voice rose uncontrollably: "Stop! Do you hear me? She's going to be locked up for thirteen years..."

Wen Zhi interrupted her with a smile: "That's right, she will be released from prison in thirteen years."

"But are you sure that after spending those thirteen years in prison, wasting her youth, she would cry and repent, deciding to start anew, instead of harboring resentment and plotting revenge against you for sending her to prison?"

"I wish I could take you down with me the moment I get out of prison?"

"..." Wen Yisheng opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.

Wen Zhi's voice was calm and brooked no argument: "Alright, this matter is not important."

"Don't overthink it. Just leave it to me. I won't let any uncontrollable safety risks surround my woman," he said.

Wen Yisheng quickly found her voice and asked him, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Zhi thought she was frightened.

His voice was gentle and comforting as he said, "Don't worry, the best way to resolve this unstable situation is to make her disappear from this world. Otherwise, it will be difficult to control the situation. There are many ways to make someone disappear, and I will do it well..."

"Wen Zhi!" She gripped the wall to avoid falling, her voice rising and changing, unable to hide her fear, "I won't let you do it, do you hear me?"

Thankfully, we were on the phone and didn't have to face each other.

Otherwise, Wen Yisheng would be so afraid that she would never want to see Wen Zhi's gentle and handsome face again.

"..." Wen Zhi pursed his lips, realizing she was frightened, and regretted saying so much.

"Okay, whatever you say. I was just joking. How could I possibly do it?" He laughed easily.

Wen Yisheng didn't believe her at all: "Then swear it."

"Tell me, if you do one more bad thing to Zhong Yue'er in secret, Wen Yisheng will never like you or be with you, even if it means his death!"

Wen Zhi: "..." What a vicious oath.

"Will you tell me or not?" Wen Yisheng's voice was usually soft, but now it was tinged with anxious sobs.

"I said," he really repeated, "now you believe me?"

Wen Yisheng finally felt a little relieved, but her pale face had not yet regained its color.

Wen Zhi then asked, "Do you know what day it is today?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng sniffed and glanced at the date on her phone: August 10th.

How could I not remember? He had been hinting at it for a long time.

Today is his birthday.