The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's question wasn't really meant to be sarcastic; she was just curious. A simple young girl doesn't usually have many hidden thoughts.

A flicker appeared in Wen Congnan's eyes.

He was well over forty, and men of that age can be very attractive if they take care of themselves and are disciplined.

Wen Congnan is the kind of person who is charming. He has a gentle and refined temperament, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and even the slightest wrinkle at the corner of his eye when he smiles exudes a mature aura.

"Has your mother never mentioned me to you?" Wen Congnan asked in return.

A man who walks the top of the business world has seen too many storms, so how could he reveal his emotions in front of a young girl?

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No."

Wen Congnan looked somewhat wistful: "Wen Yan and I... actually became friends through your mother."

Wen Yan is Wen Yisheng's father.

"It's quite a dramatic story," Wen Congnan recalled with a smile. "About twenty years ago, I offended someone in the business world. Back then, the Wen family wasn't as powerful as it is now; we had ties to both the legitimate and criminal worlds."

"I went to Huai City on a business trip and was being chased by my rivals. It was your mother who saved me."

"Your mother lives in a small house, the kind of tenement building I've never lived in before. It's dilapidated and run-down, and the bathroom is so small that I have to bend over to get in."

"But it was that little house and your mother that saved my life; I hid there for a month."

"Yes, your mother and Wen Yan were dating back then. They weren't wealthy, but their relationship was very good."

When Wen Yisheng mentioned her parents, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

My parents have a really good relationship. They've never argued. Even when they do have a disagreement, my dad is always the first to apologize.

Wen Congnan's fingers slowly traced the photo frame.

Fingertips gently traced the glass frame, as if tenderly caressing a woman's cheek through a photo album.

His eyes and eyebrows curved upwards, and faint wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. He was gentle and composed, but there was a hint of turmoil hidden in his eyes: "Wen Yan is a responsible man. He and your mother are a perfect match and deeply in love."

"So deeply in love that even in death they would stay together."

His love deepened to the point that he was consumed by jealousy. He couldn't have her.

Wen Yisheng felt a little sad and, afraid of losing her composure and bursting into tears, left first: "Uncle Wen, I...I'll go back and rest now."

Wen Congnan also pulled himself out of his memories, his eyes dark yet clear.

He smiled gently: "Go ahead. Your parents saved Uncle Wen's life. Focus on your studies and don't be polite to your uncle if you need anything. That way, I'll have the face to face your parents after I die."

~

Some people say that there is no autumn season in the north.

Once summer is over, the temperature drops very quickly, with a large temperature difference between day and night, and the dry and cold wind stings people's faces.

Huai City is located in the south, so Wen Yisheng felt a little out of place in Beijing, a typical northern city.

Fanxing didn't have class today, and the coffee shop was packed with people in the morning, so she stayed in her room to do her homework.

There was a knock at the door. Wen Yisheng opened the door and saw Wen Zhi, whom she hadn't seen much in the past two days.

Wen Zhi saw her and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Are you doing your homework?"

"Um."

Wen Zhi turned to the side, behind him stood two stylishly dressed women, each carrying six oversized gift bags.

"Your father specifically asked me yesterday to prepare winter clothes for you. Let's see if you like the styles later."

Wen Yisheng was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved her hand to decline, "No need, I brought winter clothes from Huai City."

A gentle smile appeared in Wen Zhi's eyes, his light-colored pupils were beautiful: "Do you mean that white hoodie when you say you're wearing a winter coat? Your hands are freezing cold, and you're saying you're not cold?"

Wen Yisheng blushed, bit her lip, and her pink lips turned white from the bite.

He forced a smile and said, "No... I have other winter clothes, I just don't wear them."

The little girl has a strong sense of self-esteem.

She really didn't have many winter clothes; the ones she brought from Huai City were all bought by her parents a couple of years ago when they were still alive, and they were all too small for her.

However, the coffee shop will pay wages in the middle of the month, and she can buy it herself.

Since we wear school uniforms anyway, it doesn't matter if the clothes underneath are a little small.

Wen Zhi didn't expect her to react so strongly, so he softened his voice and said, "Fine, if you say so, then so be it. I was just blind."

He bent down, glanced at the gift bag behind him, and whispered in her ear, "But these clothes have all had their tags removed and have been washed. If you don't wear them, your brother can't return them."

"But I really don't need any more clothes..." Wen Yisheng muttered, her eyes lowered, her curled eyelashes fluttering.

Still clinging to a little pride.

Wen Zhi didn't expose her, and ruffled her hair like he was coaxing a child: "Be good, Ah Sheng is so pretty, it's only natural for her to have more clothes."

Wen Yisheng pushed his hand away and tidied her hair: "Then please thank Uncle Wen for me."

Wen Zhi nodded to the person outside the door: "Hang up the clothes."

Wen Yisheng's bedroom also has a small walk-in closet, which is now full of clothes, mostly white. Wen Yisheng's mother likes to wear white.

Not only do they have down jackets, pajamas, shoes, and socks, but also... underwear and bras?!

Wen Yisheng's face flushed red as she closed the drawer containing the underwear.

She then remembered that Aunt Fang had said that the military training supplies were personally selected by Wen Zhiyi.

So this time, it shouldn't be like that, right?

~

There was a lot of homework during the holiday. That day, Wen Yisheng was still writing when it was almost 10 p.m.

The remaining questions were a few physics exam papers. As expected of a key provincial high school, Nanchuan's regular exam papers were this difficult. There were a few challenging questions that she couldn't solve.

Wen Yisheng put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, got up and went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee to refresh herself and continue working.

There wasn't much people at home. Jiang Ling wasn't there; it seemed she had taken her two children to visit her parents. Wen Congnan was busy with work and socializing during his holiday.

The nanny also gets a three-day holiday during the National Day holiday, so the Wen family villa was quiet all over, except for Wen Zhi, Wen Yisheng and Aunt Fang.

I went to the tea room and saw Wen Zhi getting water.

Hearing the noise, Wen Zhi turned around and glanced at her: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Yes, I'm doing my homework."

Wen Zhi smiled, "Have you encountered a problem?"

Wen Yisheng nodded.

"Why don't you come and ask me?"

I thought you were asleep.

Wen Zhi put down his water glass, his thin, pale lips glistening with moisture: "Then I'm not asleep now, you can ask me."

He walked slowly behind her, reached out his arm, and took the coffee from her hand.

Wen Yisheng stared at her empty hand, then, a beat slow to react, turned and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Don't drink this stuff, it's bad for your health," Wen Zhi said casually, then poured out the coffee without even blinking.

He stood by the tea station, head down, his slender, delicate fingers fiddling with the tea as he brewed her a cup of jasmine tea.

Wen Yisheng knew that tea also had a stimulating effect, and it was milder than coffee and had no harm to the body.

Wen Zhi, holding the teacup filled with tea leaves, turned and left the tea room: "Let's go."

Wen Yisheng pouted and followed.

Wen Zhi seems to have a good temper and be gentle, but sometimes, he seems to be quite... assertive and stubborn.

It's that kind of gentle stubbornness and assertiveness that's hard to resist.

~

Wen Yisheng's room was very clean and filled with a faint, sweet fragrance unique to young girls.

The desk was neatly tidied, lit by a warm yellow lamp, and a slightly worn little rabbit doll sat beside it.

Wen Yisheng sat down, pushed the test paper over, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know the answers to these questions."

Wen Zhi pulled up a stool and sat next to her, read through the problem, and picked up her pink bunny pen to write on the calculation sheet.

With Wen Zhi tutoring her, she finished the test very quickly.

The girl wore silver-rimmed glasses, had a low ponytail, and her wispy hair seemed to shimmer under the light, making her look gentle and quiet like an angel.

When she's deep in thought, her delicate brows furrow, and she bites her lower lip so hard it turns white.

Wen Zhi rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head to look at her.

I really want to free her lower lip.

Ugh, I'm craving candy again. Luckily, I always keep some in my pocket.

A moment later, Wen Yisheng, who was doing her homework, wrinkled her nose as she smelled a faint candy scent and frowned.

"Wen Zhi, why are you eating candy again?"

Because your brother wants to kiss you.

Wen Zhi certainly wouldn't actually say that. "I've changed the ingredients of the sugar. The candy I eat has a very low sugar content."

His soft voice was unhurried: "Don't worry, I won't get cavities, nor will I gain weight or get diabetes. I will stay healthy and stay with Ah Sheng forever."

Wen Yisheng couldn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

"You can even make candy? That's amazing!"

Wen Zhi raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes gentle: "Yes, your brother knows a lot more. I'll show you slowly in the future."

Wen Yisheng lowered her head to work on her exam paper, not wanting to answer him.

Since he was kissed while playing a game at the karaoke bar, some of his words...

Wen Zhi's tone was clearly gentle and harmless, but she always felt something was off about it.

Just then, Wen Zhi's phone vibrated in his pocket.

His expression remained unchanged. He took out his phone, glanced at it, and then lightly looked at Wen Yisheng, who was doing her homework.

Wen Yisheng encountered another problem and pushed the test paper to him.

Wen Zhi looked at the question once and said, "This question is quite difficult. I need to think about it too. It's normal that you don't know the answer."

He twirled her little rabbit pen between his fingers as he looked at the questions, and said casually, "It's already eleven o'clock. No wonder I'm a little hungry."

"Aunt Fang should have prepared a late-night snack before she went to bed. Could Ah Sheng go downstairs to the restaurant and bring it up for me?"

Wen Yisheng blinked and answered crisply, "Of course!"

"Then take your time thinking about the problem, I'll go get you something to eat."

"Thanks."

Wen Yisheng walked briskly out of the room.

Wen Zhi's smiling lips gradually straightened.

He was expressionless, and when he wasn't smiling, his brows were terribly gloomy. The warm light shone on half of his beautiful profile, making him look like an evil flower blooming in the darkness.

My dear Ah Sheng, I also want to take things slowly with you, I don't want to scare you.

But you lied to me first. I can't wait any longer.