The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

……

The wound on Wen Zhi's waist slowly healed.

Aside from leaving a scar, it has no other impact.

Wen Yisheng was forced to...experience...it really had...no impact whatsoever.

It was actually more overwhelming for her than before.

After all, she had been unwilling before, and every time Wen Zhi wanted to, she would coldly say no without any mercy.

But now, seeing those scars, she couldn't bear to watch him suffer any longer...

So... I just let him have his way.

Of course, she felt extremely regretful every time she woke up the next day; the discomfort there made her want to stab him in the back again.

Then Wen Zhi discovered that having a scar wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

He weighed the pros and cons and ultimately gave up the idea of ​​having surgery to remove the scars.

……

Not long after, the police station received news.

Zhong Yue'er has been found.

In a small city on the border.

When they found her, she was already a nearly decomposed corpse.

The body had numerous injection marks on its arms, indicating that it had used a lot of drugs before its death, but the cause of death was a gunshot wound to its chest.

This happens every month at the border, sometimes even resulting in unclaimed bodies.

If Zhong Xu hadn't gone to great lengths to find it through connections, perhaps even this corpse would have rotted away, becoming unrecognizable, and been forgotten.

Zhong Xu did not hold a funeral for Zhong Yue'er. He kept her urn with him, just as he had accompanied and protected his sister through every cold day and night.

Wen Yisheng never saw Zhong Xu again.

She felt nothing about Zhong Yue'er's death. She wasn't curious whether Zhong Yue'er died in a revenge killing or something else; she just deserved it.

……

One night.

It was already past midnight when it ended.

Wen Yisheng felt as if she had been completely emptied of her blankets; she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Wen Zhi, however, did not stop.

The small nightlight on the wall emitted a soft light, illuminating a small patch of space. Wen Zhi's eyes were pure and bright, like twinkling stars, overflowing with gentle smiles.

"Ah Sheng, I have a surprise for you." He whispered in her ear.

Wen Yisheng slapped him across the face.

After finishing, my hand fell limply to the side.

"Sleep...sleep." She murmured unconsciously, her eyes still closed.

In this half-awake state, Wen Yisheng did not actually hear what Wen Zhi said.

Until a week later.

We received an email from overseas.

It was afternoon, and the two were snuggled on the sofa chatting. There was nothing special about their conversation, just the usual sweet and affectionate routine between a young couple.

Wen Yisheng answered the doorbell, signed for the package, and handed it to Wen Zhi: "Here, it should be from Aunt Fanxing."

Wen Zhi didn't take it, his eyes deep and serious: "It's for you, you open it."

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, glanced at Wen Zhi suspiciously, then sat down next to him and muttered softly, "For me? Are you sure?"

"Mm." Wen Zhi reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, quietly watching her open the email.

Wen Yisheng quickly opened the email, and then... was extremely surprised and incredulous.

The email contained a beautifully designed invitation to an international dance competition from overseas.

"Wen Zhi, this..."

"This...is..." Wen Yisheng held the invitation, already so excited that she was incoherent. She looked at him, then widened her eyes and looked through the invitation repeatedly to confirm.

Wen Zhi looked at her reaction, a tender smile appearing in his eyes, and nodded gently.

Wen Yisheng was so happy she almost fainted.

She certainly had her fantasies, but when they actually came true, they felt a bit unreal.

She knew how terrifying Wen Zhi's jealousy and possessiveness were; other men would start a war if they even glanced at her, but now he was taking the initiative to let her participate in a competition on the international stage...

"I have one request," Wen Zhi said, his gaze fixed on her, deep and unfathomable. "From now on, I will accompany you on the piano for every one of your performances. We will be like a married couple, inseparable on stage. After each performance, I will present you with flowers, kiss you, and then take my bow."

Wen Zhi didn't say anything more after that.

Because Wen Yisheng had already hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment. Some answers no longer needed to be spoken.

He quickly rolled over and pinned her to the sofa, returning her kiss passionately.

-

It's graduation season again for college students.

The school auditorium was already packed with graduating students.

Wei Lan and Xu Lang made a point of arriving at the auditorium early to secure good seats in the front row.

Before the graduation party even started, a few girls sitting in the row behind Wei Lan were excitedly scrolling through short videos.

"Let me show you a video. This is a video of the goddess dancing at the New York competition. She is so beautiful and graceful, like an angel with broken wings."

"...Uh, this video is so popular, everyone online must know about it."

"Hmm? So you guys came here to see the goddess's graduation performance too?"

"No, that's not it. I'm not interested in dancing. I came here because of the male partner who accompanies the goddess on the piano, hehe."

In this era of ever-changing internet trends and traffic, one video unexpectedly went viral and became a long-lasting hit in the past two years.

The video content is very simple; it shows a female dancer and a pianist performing on stage.

There were no annoying background noises.

There are no generic, blurry face filters.

Some shots feature melodious piano music, soft and hazy candid shots under the stage lights, and graceful and agile female dancers.

Most importantly, the two main characters have Eastern appearances.

Its gentle, grand, elegant, and handsome qualities all possess the artistic beauty of Chinese style.

Later, someone discovered that they had competed in New York and won the championship, which made the Chinese people even more proud, and the video went viral.

After that, every game and performance they had, whether at home or abroad, was followed by Chinese fans.

Then these dance fans witnessed an incredible scene.

It turns out this pair of partners are a couple.

After each performance, the pianist would gently kiss the beautiful dancers, a gesture laced with a chilling undertone of warning and possessiveness that made one suspicious. It seemed the pianist didn't really like these fans!

……

Wei Lan sat in the front row with her legs crossed, listening intently to the discussion behind her.

"The pianist is Wen, the computer science genius. I heard he's already married to the goddess, so don't even think about it."

"Huh? No way..."

"That's their private matter. Let's just quietly enjoy the goddess's dance. I really want her autograph!"

"It's tough. They're very low-key. Despite their online fame, they haven't even registered a Weibo account. You can't see the goddesses except on stage. We'll have to wait backstage later."

"Want an autograph?" Wei Lan turned her head and suddenly spoke up, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "I have some, super cheap, fifty yuan a piece."

Xu Lang stood to the side, helplessly rubbing his forehead.

He leaned closer and whispered, "Honey, if you want money, I'll transfer it to you right now. Stop playing around."

Wei Lan's expression changed, and he seemed to be flaming up: "Who the hell is your wife? Go to hell!"

"Buy! Is it guaranteed to be handwritten? I'll buy it!"

"I must assure you, I am your goddess's best sister."

Someone, brimming with curiosity, asked, "Did they get married?"

Wei Lan held up one finger and shook it: "Not yet..."

"I'm not married yet, so I still have a chance."

Wei Lan: "..." Isn't it good to be alive?

The party is about to begin.

"Why hasn't Huahua arrived yet?" Wei Lan dialed the number.

Xu Lang said, "They probably find it noisy; it seems like pregnant women are more sensitive to sound."

Just two weeks ago, Ye Hehua became pregnant.

All of this is a story of Lu Zhizhou's scheming rise to power through his son's connections. The process was full of ups and downs, which will not be detailed here.

"What nonsense are you talking about... The baby isn't even formed yet, what are you arguing about?" Wei Lan looked up and saw Ye Hehua approaching. She waved, "Here!"

Lu Zhizhou nervously and protectively walked over with Ye Hehua.

The party begins.

The auditorium was packed with people, even the corners were filled.

The lights in the audience dimmed, and the glow sticks in the audience's hands flickered and swayed like scattered stars in the night sky.

As the stage curtain was drawn back, the spotlights on the stage were turned on one by one.

The piano music flowed from that person's fair fingertips.

The audience, which was cheering and shouting just a second ago, suddenly fell silent on its own.

Wen Zhi sat at the piano, wearing a crisp black suit. Under the spotlight, his chestnut-colored short hair was swept back, revealing his forehead.

The main screen camera lingered on his face for a few seconds; his profile was as white and elegant as jade, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

When the spotlight shines on the dancers.

Wen Yisheng danced to the sound of the zither, her toes supporting all the gentleness and light.

Wen Zhi's gaze also fixed on that direction.

His girl is shining.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

The audience below the stage, the lights above, every performance seemed to disappear.

Only Wen Yisheng seemed like a ray of light.

This color.

It occupied the entire world in his eyes.

Finish.