The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"No, no!!"

Wen Yisheng suddenly opened her eyes, waking up from her dream, panting heavily.

Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, her pale face was covered with tear stains, and her body was still trembling slightly from the lingering fear in her dream.

It was just... a dream.

The faces of the man and woman entangled in her dream were veiled in a thin mist, and especially after waking up, she realized that she couldn't remember what the people in her dream looked like at all.

The dream felt strangely real; the humiliation and pain of being tortured by the boy in various ways felt just like something I had actually experienced.

Although her face was not clearly visible, Wen Yisheng loved ballet. She started learning dance at the age of five, until her parents died in a car accident three years ago. She struggled to make ends meet and had no energy left to continue dancing.

The female protagonist in the dream who was forced by a boy because she was performing a ballet solo at a party... should be herself.

Why would she have such a dream, and who is that wicked and perverted boy in her dream?

There was a sudden knock on the door.

A clear, gentle male voice came from behind the door: "Is little sister Asheng awake?"

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes and saw the notebook she hadn't put away before going to bed last night. The name on the pages overlapped with the gentle male voice outside the door.

Could it be Wen Zhi...?

Imagine something absurd and daring: could it be a premonition? She will be in a relationship with Wen Zhi in the future, and he will be very strict with her.

It's not impossible. If it weren't for that sentence in the notebook, she would definitely have developed a great fondness for this gentle boy who helped her, and it would have been natural for her to try to please him and fall in love with him in the Wen family!

Wen Yisheng didn't want to make malicious assumptions about him, but...

A few rays of sunlight pierced through the gap in the closed screen window. Wen Yisheng picked up her watch from the bedside table and saw that it was eight o'clock!

"Still not awake? You can sleep so much," the boy outside the door chuckled helplessly.

Wen Yisheng heard his whisper, realized what was happening, and felt a little embarrassed. She quickly threw back the covers to change her clothes, saying, "I'm washing up!"

Wen Zhi seemed surprised that she had overheard his words: "Sorry, I came to call you downstairs for breakfast."

"Are you angry?" he asked softly through the door, his voice pleasant and alluring.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and replied succinctly, "No." Her voice was distant and indifferent.

Wen Zhi was taken aback, and the smile in his eyes faded.

It seems like he's disliked?

What to do? He actually likes her quite a bit.

*

With two weeks left before school starts, Wen Yisheng could only stay at the Wen family's house temporarily, and would apply for on-campus accommodation after enrollment.

Uncle Wen is very busy. He is rarely home on weekdays, and you can hardly ever see him at the dinner table.

Wen Yisheng could not avoid sitting at the same table as Wen Yihan for a meal. Fortunately, Aunt Jiang and Wen Zhi were also there, which eased her discomfort a little.

The moment Wen Yihan saw Wen Yisheng, his eyes lit up with joy, and he eagerly pulled out a chair for her: "Sheng Sheng, come and sit down to eat."

His back injury hadn't fully healed, so he had to move restrainedly, which, combined with his fawning expression, made him look somewhat comical.

If you drape a white cloth over his arm, he'll look just like a waiter in an ancient inn.

"Thank you, I can do it myself from now on." Wen Yisheng thanked her indifferently, her beautiful features quiet and aloof when she wasn't smiling.

Jiang Ling was furious when she saw her precious son behaving so obsequiously towards that little bitch!

I'm so disappointed in you!

However, she understood men; they always wanted what they couldn't have. Her son was used to being chased and fawned over by rich girls, so being rejected by a girl for the first time was a novel experience for him.

As long as her son sleeps with her, he'll settle down once the novelty wears off!

Thinking about it, Jiang Ling glanced at Wen Yisheng's face and cursed inwardly: "Little vixen, you've only just arrived at the Wen family and you're already trying to seduce my precious son!"

No wonder she's that woman's daughter; she seduced her father and then her son! What a slut!!

Wen Zhi also went downstairs to eat.

He was dressed in simple home clothes, tall and slender. He went down the stairs to the dining room, his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly downcast, showing a bit of laziness. He first politely greeted his elder, Jiang Ling, "Aunt Jiang," before pulling out a dining chair and sitting down.

What a polite boy.

The servants who had worked for the Wen family for many years would show a relieved, gentle, and respectful smile on their faces when they saw Wen Zhi.

It was a kind of heartfelt service that transcended the master-servant relationship and was entirely willing, especially among the older servants, who looked at him with the same loving and caring gaze one would give to their own child.

"Young Master."

"Hmm." The boy smiled and nodded to each of the servants.

He was like a clean, pure, and selfless moon, his radiance illuminating the darkness, so perfect that no one could bear to look at him with tainted eyes.

The entire Wen family had a good impression of this perfect young master. At first glance, this seemed harmonious, but upon closer inspection, it was quite eerie and terrifying.

Jiang Ling's lips twitched slightly, but she adjusted her expression and put on a gentle, motherly smile: "Yes, everyone's here. Let's eat."

When Wen Yisheng saw Wen Zhi sitting opposite her, her heart tightened. She quietly sat down to eat, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

At the dinner table, Jiang Ling served food to Wen Yihan, her eyes filled with genuine maternal love: "Yihan, your injury hasn't healed yet, eat more meat to nourish your body."

Unlike Wen Zhi's polite demeanor, Wen Yihan took his mother's care for granted.

And Wen Zhi...

He ate quietly, his movements elegant, yet he seemed like a neglected, out-of-place outsider. A hint of pity flashed in the eyes of the maidservant serving him.

Wen Yisheng was lost in thought, and her eyes unconsciously drifted to the boy opposite her.

Wen Zhi is very gentle and polite, and has the air of a noble young master.

He calls her Aunt Jiang just like she does? She's his stepmother, right? He and Wen Yihan are half-brothers?

Wen Zhi gently put down his chopsticks, slowly wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin. Suddenly, he looked up at the girl opposite him with a slight smile: "Is there something on my face?"

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, feeling ashamed for being caught peeking. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked away, her voice indifferent: "No."

Wen Zhi smiled, looked away, and didn't ask any further questions, as if he didn't care.

Wen Yihan, who was standing nearby, was paying close attention to Wen Yisheng's every move. Seeing this, alarm bells went off in his mind.

Wen Zhi is a madman, a monster! But the little monster's face is extremely deceptive, so beautiful that even he feels ashamed of himself.

If Sheng Sheng takes a liking to the little monster, then it's going to be very dangerous!

He must protect Sheng Sheng from being harmed by the little monster! He must find an opportunity to tell Sheng Sheng the true face beneath Wen Zhi's gentle and hypocritical facade!