The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Of course, what's important isn't the birthday itself, but the wonderful birthday gift he asked her to prepare herself.

"I don't know!" she said deliberately.

I was so scared that I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"You don't know?" So you didn't prepare a gift for him? You clearly gave her a hint this morning.

Wen Zhi was clearly in a bad mood.

That heartless ingrate.

"Fine, you'd better really not know." Wen Zhi sneered, emphasizing his words.

Wen Zhi glanced at his watch and untied his apron with one hand: "You should go home now. I'll come pick you up."

"..." Wen Yisheng didn't respond, her face showing some distress. "I have to work overtime tonight to pick up a client, so don't come to pick me up. I won't be at the company, but I promise I'll be home before eight o'clock."

"What?" Wen Zhi laughed in anger upon hearing this. "Wen Yisheng, do you dare say that again?"

"Okay...that's it, boyfriend, I love you, bye!" Wen Yisheng said and quickly hung up the phone.

When Wen Zhi called again, no one answered. He threw his apron on the table, put his hands on his hips, looked at the dishes on the table, and was furious.

She calls her boyfriend when she needs something, but otherwise she's a pervert.

This cunning woman.

Did you prepare a gift for him?!

-

Wen Yisheng wasn't really working overtime in the true sense.

As mentioned earlier, this part-time job was recommended to her by her department advisor, Miao Ping. Miao Ping sent her a message while she was on the phone with Wen Zhi.

She said that a foreign friend of hers was in Beijing on a business trip and had a banquet to attend in the evening, but the translator who came with him suddenly suffered from food poisoning and was lying in the hospital, so she asked her for help.

She would refuse if someone else approached her.

...The key issue is that things are really going to get out of hand with Wen Zhi.

But since it was her mentor who had taken such good care of her, Wen Yisheng could only go back later. However, she had already decided what gift to give him.

It was something I thought about very carefully, and it's a perfect fit for Wen Zhi.

Wen Yisheng called Miao Ping and agreed to go. Soon, Miao Ping sent him the address of the banquet.

The banquet venue wasn't far from here, a luxury hotel in the heart of Beijing's CBD. She could also browse the shopping mall on the way and bring back a gift for Wen Zhi.

But she never expected it.

Wen Zhi's twentieth birthday gift will be herself.

-

After getting off work, Wen Yisheng went to the mall first and finally picked out her favorite gift at a brand store.

She tried it on and found the heat therapy very comfortable.

That's it: an eye massager and a men's eye cream from another department store.

Will Wen Zhi like it? Staying up late all the time must make her eyes uncomfortable. Will he understand her good intentions?

I'm absolutely not mocking him.

As Wen Yisheng left the brand store, carrying two small gifts, she encountered an unexpected person.

Qi Lin was walking in the mall with several people his age. It was a group of three men and two women. In particular, Qi Lin, who was walking in front, and the girl in the white dress next to him were very pleasing to the eye.

However, Qi Lin was tall and had long legs, so he walked fast. Jiang Yan was obviously having a hard time keeping up, but she still smiled and tried her best to keep up and talk to him.

Qi Lin's expression was indifferent, his hands were in his pockets, and he seemed impatient.

The Tang Dynasty...

Wen Yisheng had seen the girl in the white dress before. Her performance at the school anniversary gala was rejected, and this girl stepped in and danced the Tang Dynasty dance.

Qi Lin saw Wen Yisheng coming out of the store.

Their eyes met.

Wen Yisheng felt awkward for a second, then casually looked away, pretending not to have seen anything.

The incident of the forced kisses had caused a major falling out between the two, and they had nothing to say to each other when they met again. For Qi Lin's safety, Wen Yisheng really didn't dare to have any more contact with him.

The distance has been shortened.

The two walked past each other across the crowd, as if they were strangers.

Qi Lin stared casually ahead, seemingly unconcerned about Wen Yisheng.

"Isn't that a senior from our school? She looks so familiar." Jiang Yan, however, keenly sensed the subtle strangeness of the person next to her.

Perhaps it was a woman's innate sixth sense, but Qi Lin had always been indifferent to her. It seemed that his gaze changed when that elegant senior appeared.

-

Wen Yisheng successfully met up with her foreign friend Jeffrey at the hotel.

Even though the client was introduced by her mentor, Wen Yisheng remained vigilant and refused to touch the wine Jeffrey offered her.

Jeffrey was a gentleman in his forties.

Wen Yisheng was, after all, a student who had just entered the workforce. Although her spoken English was fluent, she was inevitably nervous. Jeffrey smiled without displeasure and even threw in a few British jokes to make Wen Yisheng relax a lot.

Wen Yisheng kept talking and soon felt thirsty.

She again politely declined the drinks and business cards offered by the young men at the banquet, opting instead for juice.

The banquet was simply decorated yet very stylish, and the guests were all people with some reputation in the industry. However, quite a few men stared directly and blatantly at Wen Yisheng.

She suddenly realized that Wen Zhi might be right; most men are dirty, and many celebrities who wear a cloak of hypocrisy are far more terrifying than some hooligans.

Halfway through the banquet, Wen Yisheng suddenly felt unwell.

She felt a strange tightness in her chest. Jeffrey kindly suggested she go to the other side for some fresh air.

As Wen Yisheng walked out of the banquet center, Jeffrey revealed a meaningful smile.

He took out his phone and said to the other person in English, "I really like the little sweetheart you prepared this time."

"That would be perfect," Miao Ping said. "Enjoy it slowly; she's one of my favorite students."

The two men's words clearly indicated that this was not the first time they had done something like this.

-

Wen Yisheng walked to a window to get some fresh air.

She couldn't help feeling uncomfortable; she just felt a bit tired. A cold wind blew, but she felt her face burning. She realized something.

Just as I took out my phone, a call came in.

Wen Yisheng took it, her voice softening considerably: "Wen Zhi, I think I've fallen for it again. I've never experienced anything like this before."

"Stand still and wait for me for two minutes."

"Um……"

"Baby?" Jeffrey came over and called out affectionately.

Wen Zhi on the other end of the phone couldn't hear clearly, but his expression immediately turned extremely frightening.

"Wen Yisheng, speak."

Snapped.

Her phone fell to the ground, and all Wen Zhi could hear was that old rogue's disgusting voice.

"Wen Yisheng!" His voice was deathly deep as he rushed toward her location.

……

The boy came looking for him anxiously.

He paused, and when he saw Wen Yisheng being entangled by a European man in the corner, his eyes were as black as ink, and a chill ran through him.

Qi Lin rushed forward in one stride, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, grabbed the man's blond hair and pulled it back, then punched the man in the face.

"Oh, ouch, fuck!" Jeffrey yelled in pain.

Wen Yisheng's consciousness became increasingly blurred, her eyelids drooped, and she could barely stand by holding onto the wall.

"Sister, it's alright, I'm here." Qi Lin anxiously went to help her up.

"Hmm...?" Wen Yisheng softly hummed in response, lifting her face. A few strands of hair fell down to cover the corners of her eyes, making her moist eyes exceptionally bright and captivating.

Wen Yisheng reached out her hand to him, her brows furrowing into adorable vertical lines.

Qi Lin's heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, he came straight over after leaving the mall.

"Sister, you still..." Qi Lin's voice paused, and his expression froze.

He saw the person in front of him brush past him and reach both hands behind him.

Qi Lin turned his head in a daze.

Wen Yisheng, mustering her last bit of strength, staggered towards Wen Zhi, threw herself into his arms, and completely relaxed.

"It hurts..." She rubbed her face against his chest.