The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

It's late autumn now, and the nights are cool, but the villa has the heating on, so the temperature is just right and very comfortable. That's why Wen Yisheng is wearing only a thin nightgown.

The white clothes were sent to her by Wen Zhi.

Wen Yisheng took the elevator downstairs. The villa was quiet, but there were night lights all along the way, so she could see the road clearly even though she had mild night blindness.

Upon arriving at the restaurant and turning on the lights, Wen Yisheng looked around and, sure enough, saw a clay pot on the stove.

Open it up, and inside is a fragrant, steaming bowl of shrimp porridge.

Wen Yisheng took a porcelain bowl, ladled out some porridge, and smiled sheepishly to herself, "It smells so good, I'm a little hungry too... Wen Zhi probably can't finish all this porridge by himself."

Suddenly, car headlights flashed past outside the villa's glass wall.

Wen Yisheng looked up, slightly doubtful: "Is Uncle Wen back...?"

Wen Yisheng's doubts were quickly answered.

She carried the porridge out of the restaurant, and sure enough, she saw Wen Congnan coming in.

Wen Congnan must have just finished work; he was dressed in a suit and tie, tall and well-built, with a calm and experienced air about him.

"Uncle Wen, you're back," Wen Yisheng greeted.

Wen Congnan seemed a bit strange. He paused for a moment when he saw Wen Yisheng wearing a white nightgown, then rubbed his temples, as if he was very uncomfortable.

I almost tripped and fell when I lifted my foot.

Wen Yisheng was startled. She put down her plate and ran over to help him sit on the sofa: "Uncle Wen, what's wrong?"

Wen Congnan closed his eyes, his refined face slightly composed.

The girl's faint sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making Wen Congnan feel even more uncomfortable. He felt restless, hot, and his head was spinning.

No, he did drink a little alcohol at the dinner, but he was definitely not drunk.

In Wen Yisheng's eyes, Uncle Wen was like her father, and she was very grateful to and respected him.

"Uncle Wen, let me pour you some water."

Before the water could be poured, Wen Congnan suddenly grabbed Wen Yisheng's wrist.

The cup slammed onto the table with a sharp sound.

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, then turned to meet the man's burning gaze, a gaze that was definitely not that of an uncle looking at a child.

Wen Congnan looked at her in the white dress and suddenly smiled: "Si Nian... Niannian..."

Si Nian is the name of Wen Yisheng's mother.

Wen Yisheng stepped back in shock, shaking off Wen Congnan. "I...I'm not...Uncle Wen, you've mistaken me for someone else. My mother passed away. I'm her daughter!"

Wen Congnan seemed to be possessed, his eyes fixed on Wen Yisheng, a crazy smile appearing on his gentle and refined face.

Like twisted emotions buried deep within the heart, once released, they will inevitably become infatuated and mad.

"Niannian...you've finally come to my side. You love me, don't you...?"

"Who does Wen Yan think he is? He just got lucky and met you before me! You should be mine..."

"mine……"

"You, you, you, what are you! My dad is the most handsome and the best!" Even though she was trembling with fear, Wen Yisheng still had to argue for her father.

She tried to break free from Wen Congnan's grasp, but how could she possibly defeat a man in his forties?

Upon hearing this, Wen Congnan's face darkened, and his features twisted with anger.

"Si Nian, my Niannian... I should have killed Wen Yan long ago."

Wen Yisheng's pupils trembled with disbelief.

What is Uncle Wen saying? It's so scary... Why is it like this?

"Let me go, let me go! Wen Zhi... Ah!"

Wen Congnan easily pushed Wen Yisheng onto the sofa, his usual gentle and refined demeanor seemingly torn apart, revealing his ruthless and devilish nature.

He pressed down on her and started to pull at Wen Yisheng's nightgown.

"Niannian...do you know how much I miss you?"

Wen Yisheng turned aside to avoid it.

Her stomach is churning, she feels nauseous, wants to vomit, and is scared.

"I'm not... Uncle Wen, you're crazy! Ah!"

Wen Congnan pressed down on her struggling arms and lowered his head to kiss her.

"No, ah, Wen Zhi... Wen Zhi!" Wen Yisheng turned her head away and cried, cried out in a disgusting voice, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

A person got out of the elevator.

Wen Zhi grabbed Wen Congnan by the hair and dragged him off the sofa. With a blank expression, he kicked his father to the ground.

"Dad, are you crazy?" His tone was one of utter astonishment and utter calm.

Wen Congnan lay on the ground, panting.

Wen Zhi bent down to look at Wen Yisheng, worriedly asking, "Ah Sheng, are you alright?"

Wen Yisheng burst into tears, hugged Wen Zhi tightly, and buried her face in the boy's neck.