The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Congnan was kicked to the ground by his son, his head hitting the floor, and his face contorted in pain.

The pain somehow restored some of my rationality.

Wen Congnan struggled to sit up and looked at the little girl nestled in the boy's arms on the sofa. His entire old body stiffened.

What did he do?

Wen Yisheng's collar was ripped out of shape, her smooth long hair was messy, and she was hiding in Wen Zhi's arms, her slender body trembling.

Wen Congnan's mind was still a little dizzy, and his body felt strangely agitated, but he couldn't care less about these unusual symptoms at the moment.

Having dominated the business world for over twenty years, he had never been so flustered before. His face paled as he explained, "Sheng Sheng."

"This...this was an accident, Uncle, I apologize! I'm this old, the same age as your father, how could I possibly...sigh!"

"Uncle, Uncle really treats you like his own daughter! Sheng Sheng, don't be afraid..."

Wen Congnan slowly approached the sofa.

Upon seeing that face, now restored to its gentle and refined state, Wen Yisheng's slender shoulders trembled violently, and she choked out in a hoarse voice, "Don't come any closer..."

She gripped Wen Zhi's clothes tightly, her fingertips pale and taut. She closed her eyes in panic, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her face, while her body remained ice-cold.

Uncle Wen, this is the Uncle Wen who helped me.

He just put her on the sofa...

It was too horrifying, too disgusting. This was beyond Wen Yisheng's psychological capacity, and she was on the verge of collapse. All she could see in her mind was Wen Congnan's face, twisted and contorted with lust. She could no longer look at him directly.

"No...don't come any closer!" Wen Yisheng couldn't help but scream.

She nestled her entire body in Wen Zhi's arms, clinging to him tightly, as if only by being surrounded by his body heat and embrace could she find some protection and soothe all her grievances and fears.

"dad."

You scared her.

Wen Zhi coldly rebuked Wen Congnan: "Don't come any closer, Asheng is afraid of you."

He glanced at Wen's father with a hostile look, his expression grave. He lowered his eyes and softened his voice, his arm encircling the girl's trembling back as he gently stroked her back in a comforting manner.

"It's alright, Ah Sheng, your brother's here..."

Wen Yisheng stared blankly, her face covered in tears, her nose red, her already porcelain-white skin as pale as snow, yet with a heart-wrenching sense of frailty and brokenness.

Wen Zhi scooped up her trembling body and carried her to the elevator: "It's alright, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Wen Yisheng obediently nestled in his arms, like a wounded and docile little animal. During this time, her eyes were tightly closed, but tears kept falling.

Wen Congnan froze. Seeing how afraid the little girl was of him, he dared not approach her. He was so regretful that he felt like he was going to vomit blood!

He truly treated Wen Yisheng like his own daughter; she was Niannian's child...

It's true that Wen Congnan loved Si Nian but couldn't have her when he was young, and he did many crazy things to get her. But he's already this old, and Si Nian and Wen Yan have passed away unexpectedly.

How could he possibly have feelings for a girl who's the same age as his daughter!

Wen Congnan admitted that he wasn't a good person, but he wasn't that perverted!

But somehow things have come to this point, and there's no way to turn back. Wen Yisheng doesn't even dare to look at Wen Congnan anymore, because just thinking about him makes her feel nauseous.

~

Wen Zhi escorted Wen Yisheng back to her room and gently placed her on the bed.

Wen Yisheng was in a bad state. Once in bed, she curled up into a ball and didn't speak. Her bright almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Wen Zhi sighed softly, sat down beside her bed, bent down and whispered gently, "Ah Sheng, I'm sorry. If I hadn't asked you to go downstairs to get the midnight snack, this wouldn't have happened..."

Wen Yisheng sniffed, shook her head silently, and remained silent.

The little guy's pitiful appearance is very endearing.

Wen Zhizhen felt really sorry for him; he didn't want his precious Asheng to be frightened like that.

"Ah Sheng, I am truly ashamed that my father did such a thing to you. I apologize on his behalf. I am sorry."

Wen Zhi's brows furrowed with displeasure, and his gentle face was unusually tinged with deep anger: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I... simply couldn't believe it."

Wen Yisheng's body trembled twice more.

"Uncle Wen... mistook me for my mother." She spoke with difficulty, her pale lips parting.

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then opened his mouth but didn't ask any further questions, letting out a helpless sigh.

He raised his hand, his warm fingertips gently rubbing the corners of her red, tear-stained eyes: "You were scared, weren't you?"

Wen Yisheng held his fingers, pressed them against her cheek, and blinked: "You look a lot like my dad."

Wen Zhi: "..." Is my father-in-law doing well in heaven?

"Don't be like Dad," Wen Zhi said, pulling his finger out and brushing her hair aside. "Just be the older brother."

If it's this hard to rise to the top as an older brother, it must be even harder to be a father.

Wen Zhi's expression changed as if he had thought of something. "Ah Sheng, a few days ago..." He hesitated before continuing.

When Wen Yisheng looked at him with a questioning gaze, he hesitated for a few moments before saying, "A few days ago, my father asked me to prepare winter clothes for you. Strangely, he specifically told me... to try to choose white clothes."

Wen Zhi glanced at the white nightgown she was wearing, which he had prepared for her.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a long time after hearing this.

She lowered her eyes blankly, looking at the white nightgown she was wearing.

A sudden wave of acid churned in her stomach, and she abruptly sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed.

He started dry heaving.

White……

My mother loves wearing white dresses.

Uncle Wen told Wen Zhi to prepare white clothes for her to wear. Ahhh, no wonder!

How disgusting! Wen Yisheng got goosebumps all over her body, her hair stood on end, and every pore felt a chill! She couldn't deceive herself into thinking that Uncle Wen was just drunk and had mistaken her for someone else!

Leaving the Wen family! This was the only thought in Wen Yisheng's mind right now.

The cramps in her stomach subsided a bit, and she got out of bed. Barefoot, the cold floor made her shiver.

She walked unsteadily to the dressing room, pulled out her suitcase, knelt on the ground, and sobbed uncontrollably while stuffing the clothes she had brought into the suitcase.

Wen Yisheng is an optimistic girl who rarely feels pessimistic after her parents' death. But at this moment, she suddenly feels so resentful and sad.

Why didn't her parents take her with them when they died? Why did they leave her to live alone in this world, carrying such a heavy burden? No, she didn't hate her parents. She just... she just...

She misses them.

"Ah Sheng, where are you going?"

"Ah Sheng".

Wen Zhi called her, watched her get out of bed, watched her lose control of her emotions and go to the dressing room to pack her luggage, followed her worriedly, but did not stop her.

"Ah Sheng, what are you doing?"

Wen Zhi stood at the door of the dressing room, his pale eyes fixed on Wen Yisheng, who was kneeling on the ground tidying up clothes.

His plan was perfect.

Everything went perfectly, exactly as he had predicted. Wen Zhi placed his homemade incense in the car where Wen Congnan was returning, and then had the driver inform him of Wen Congnan's location in advance. When it was almost time, he had Wen Yisheng come downstairs.

Of course, the white clothes were something he had planned in advance.

One was an old man who attempted to assault her, and the other was a gentle older brother who saved her. Of course, Wen Yisheng would believe him without a doubt.

But even though he achieved his goal, he didn't feel much joy.

pain.

It felt like millions of ants were burrowing into my bones, gnawing and sucking out my marrow; the pain was excruciating, penetrating to the very core.

Seeing Wen Yisheng kneeling on the ground, crying and trying to hold on, his fragile appearance made him feel a little flustered and helpless.

However, this feeling was fleeting. Wen Yisheng was his, and he wanted to be the most important person in her heart. He was just clearing away obstacles.

"Ah Sheng".

Wen Zhi concealed the dark emotions in his eyes, walked over, and took her hand as she packed her luggage: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yisheng's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot, and her hair hung down beside her cheeks, as if it would shatter at any moment: "Leave here."

Wen Zhi stared at her silently for a long time, his expression complex.

He released her, his voice softening: "Fine, I won't stop you from leaving, but have you thought about where you're going? You're unfamiliar with Beijing, how can I feel at ease letting you go out alone in the middle of the night?"

"I..." Wen Yisheng choked up, then thought for a moment, "I'll find a hotel to stay in first, and then rent a place outside."

"Do you have money?"

"A little."

"..." Wen Zhi looked at her silently, hesitant to speak, and after a long while, he lowered his eyes and helped her close her suitcase.

He pondered for a moment, then gently suggested, "My mother left me a small house not far from Nanchuan. It's been empty for a long time, so if you don't mind, you can stay there for now."