The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was slow to react and only then understood what it meant. For a moment, she even forgot how dangerous her situation was.

Her breath was unsteady: "Is it interesting to make up these things without any evidence?"

Zhong Yue'er didn't say anything more, but smiled mockingly and ordered her two underlings, "Take her upstairs."

The thick rope binding Wen Yisheng's upper body had a long section behind it.

Zhong Yue'er had someone take her up to the fourth floor, and the end of the rope was fixed to the railing on the fourth floor.

Wen Yisheng glanced downstairs and roughly guessed the danger she was about to face. Even though she wasn't afraid of heights, her legs couldn't help but tremble.

Zhong Yue'er used her as bait to lure out Wen Zhi's bait.

At this moment, Wen Yisheng prayed that Wen Zhi could remain rational; he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to walk into such an obvious trap.

Zhong Yue'er really wanted him dead.

Wen Zhi has so many bad intentions... he must have anticipated her prediction, made plans in advance, and ensured his own safety before rushing over.

Inside the factory building, only Wen Yisheng and the two men guarding her were present.

It's very quiet.

Wen Yisheng could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Before long, the faint sound of a car revving its engine on the rough ground could be heard outside the factory. The factory was old and empty, so any noise would echo, making the sounds outside exceptionally clear.

Wen Yisheng's heart tightened.

Looking up, I couldn't see anything because of the angle.

Not long after, someone ran to the door and waved to the upstairs.

The two men beside Wen Yisheng received the signal, exchanged a glance, and then lifted Wen Yisheng up.

They threw her directly off the fourth floor.

"Ah..." she screamed instinctively, completely out of the fear of weightlessness.

The thick rope behind him slid down rapidly.

As she slid down to the lowest point and straightened out, one end of the thick rope fixed to the fourth-floor railing tightened immediately, pulling her back at the same time.

Her slender body hung precariously in mid-air, its swaying caused by the elastic cushioning of the thick rope.

Wen Yisheng was left hanging in mid-air on the fourth floor.

In such a situation, it's impossible for anyone to remain completely calm.

The rope looks quite sturdy, but if it breaks, she will fall directly to the hard ground at least sixteen meters high.

Moreover, there was a machine made of copper and iron standing directly in front of her. No matter where she fell, or worse, she would fall into the machine first and then onto the ground, she would definitely die no matter how she fell.

Moreover, the manner of their death would be extremely gruesome.

Wen Yisheng dared not look down, a bead of cold sweat dripping from her forehead, a result of her anxiety and fear.

Her heart nearly stopped from fright.

Perhaps sensing something, she fluttered her eyelashes and looked ahead.

From this angle, you can just see the tall, slender figure of the person at the door.

Wen Zhi...

His gaze was also fixed on her, and their eyes met.

Even from a distance, Wen Yisheng could almost feel the suppressed gloom and rage beneath that refined face, his eyes cold and ruthless.

However, Wen Zhi gave her a gentle, faint smile.

His eyes gazed at her tenderly.

His calm, standing figure, arriving silently from a distance, seemed to become a striking and powerful presence.

Wen Yisheng felt a sudden pang of sadness, and her anxiety subsided somewhat, though her body remained stiff and trembling.

After a brief moment of staring, Wen Zhi handed the silver box he was carrying to the person opposite him.

Then it seemed that the other side was checking him for weapons. Wen Zhi moved a few steps to the right, and Wen Yisheng couldn't see clearly.

After the examination, the scarred man let Wen Zhi in.

The two men who were guarding Wen Yisheng had already left.

Not long after, the faint rumble of a car could be heard outside again.

Wen Yisheng was surprised and uncertain when she heard the voice. Was it Zhong Yue'er and the scarred man who drove away?

But Zhong Yue'er had declared that Wen Zhi was going to die, so why did she leave so easily?

Soon, Wen Zhi arrived at the fourth floor with swift and steady steps.

He grabbed the rope and easily pulled Wen Yisheng up, finally embracing her and landing steadily.

When Wen Yisheng stepped onto the ground, her legs went weak and trembled uncontrollably.

Wen Zhi caught her in his arms, untying the knots behind her back, his voice unusually gentle: "Don't be afraid, it's alright now."

"I was so scared... I was terrified." She clung to his waist, like a cub seeking security.

Wen Zhi's eyelashes fluttered, he paused for a moment, and then quickly untied the knot for her.

His fingers were nimble, and the ropes binding him quickly came off.

"Have they left?" Wen Yisheng asked, still shaken.

Wen Zhi nodded, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with his knuckles: "Mm."

"How could it be so easy... Is there some kind of conspiracy? They...?"

"No," Wen Zhi looked at her with focused affection, "The scarred man only wants the ransom and to leave Beijing safely. I agreed unconditionally. It's that simple."

"Of course, this is on the premise that you are safe," he said.

Also...right?

The scarred man had no grudge against them, but Zhong Yue'er couldn't control him.

Wen Yisheng sensed the tenderness in his words, and her heart skipped a beat again, which was inappropriate for her.

This feeling of excitement quickly cooled down after Zhong Yue'er's words.

Did Wen Zhi kill his own mother?

Now is clearly not the time to ask that question.

Wen Yisheng suppressed her tangled thoughts, her legs had regained some strength, and she grasped Wen Zhi's arm: "Let's go quickly, something feels off."

Wen Zhi didn't move, but gently pushed her hand away.

His eyes and brows remained as gentle as ever, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You go first."

Wen Yisheng was stunned: "Why?"

Having just been rescued from being suspended in mid-air, her nerves and body remained in a state of constant tension.

Now that my mind is much calmer and my blood is flowing smoothly again, I can vaguely hear some sounds in the stillness.

Drip, drip, drip.

Like the subtle sounds produced by the operation of a precision machine.

Wen Zhi's expression remained calm, revealing no hint of anything amiss.

His eyes held a relaxed expression: "Let's go, hurry up, I won't bring you back this time."

"What...?" Wen Yisheng couldn't understand at all.

She seemed to sense something but didn't want to believe it, swallowing her dry throat.

She blinked, her gaze fixed on his abdomen, as if the voice was coming from there.

She suddenly reached out and lifted Wen Zhi's shirt.

"..." Wen Yisheng's breath hitched, and she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

What comes into view is a clean, white waist and abdomen with well-defined muscles and a firm, aesthetically pleasing line that exudes power.

However, a bunch of red and blue electrical coils were wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and a clock-like timer device was located at his lower back, which made a very faint ticking sound as the hands moved.

A time bomb?