The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

This seemingly unrelated question left Wen Yisheng stunned.

His eyes were so clear, as if they could see right through her. Feeling a little guilty, she avoided his gaze. "You and Uncle Wen have helped me a lot. I'm so grateful to you. How could I possibly dislike you?"

"But you seem to be avoiding me lately?" Wen Zhi asked bluntly, but his voice was gentle, with a hint of innocence.

"I didn't," Wen Yisheng denied.

But she had rarely lied since she was a child, and now her heart was pounding, and a blush was rising uncontrollably on her fair face.

Wen Zhi stared at her for a while, then suddenly chuckled softly. He leaned forward, raised his hand, and gently flicked her forehead, his skin soft and smooth: "It was just a joke, why are you blushing?"

Wen Yisheng was caught off guard and flicked on the forehead. It didn't hurt, but it made her head spin and she couldn't react.

She pursed her lips, her face hardening. "Is there anything else?"

Wen Zhi slowly straightened up, his smile deepening, but his eyes remained deep and somber.

It's like getting excited to tease a cat only to be scratched by a wary cat – it's really not a pleasant experience.

He stared intently at her face with a very calm gaze, chuckled softly, and asked, "Does Sister Asheng prefer cats or dogs?"

Wen Yisheng was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, she replied, "I like both."

"Why do you ask that?"

Wen Zhi smiled faintly and remained silent.

Be my cat, and I will pamper you, love you, and take care of you in every way.

Be my dog, and you'll have to fawn over me, staying obediently in your cage every day waiting for me to play with you.

The boy shook his head, his gentle eyes curving slightly, revealing an innocent and harmless look: "It's nothing, just a sudden thought."

He glanced at his watch: "It's almost time for dance school class, Ah Sheng, get ready, let's go."

"I'm not going."

"But my father told me to take care of you. If I don't complete the task, I'll probably get scolded by him..."

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, and Li Na's words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Wen Zhi was abused by his stepmother when he was a child. Without a mother's protection, favoritism, or sweets, he could only force himself to become excellent and sensible.

So now he treats taking care of himself as a task and wants to complete it perfectly, otherwise Uncle Wen will be disappointed in him.

Wen Yisheng grew up in an ordinary but happy family. Her loving parents provided her with the most optimistic and warm educational environment, so even though she was lonely and sad after her parents passed away, she never lost confidence in life.

She couldn't understand the complicated family background of the Wen family, and she felt sorry for Wen Zhi's plight.

But what's with that dream and the notebook?! The boy before me would disregard personal gain to help a servant; he's so incredibly gentle and kind—how could he be such a pervert?!

Wen Yisheng gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her fingertips turning white. "I will explain to Uncle Wen that it's my own reason for not going to dance practice." She still couldn't let her guard down around Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow, his slender, bony fingers gripping his phone. He glanced down at the screen, searching for a contact: "Alright then, if you don't want to go, I'll just have to arrange for another personal trainer to come to our house."

"don't want!"

Wen Zhi put away his phone, tilted his head, and smiled: "Hmm?"

"No need to contact a private tutor, then I... will go to a dance class," Wen Yisheng clenched her fists, but still gave in.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her pupils trembling beneath her thin eyelids, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Tell me the address, can I go there myself?"

Wen Zhi also lowered his voice, his tone gentle and pleasant enough to make one's heart flutter: "Of course not."

"..."

*

The dance class is a private studio run by a famous dance artist in the country. It is located in the most bustling commercial district in the city. The studio is not big, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get in. Those who are admitted are all rich and powerful, children of celebrities.

Wen Yisheng changed into her long-unseen dance and gymnastics uniform, pulled back her long hair and the wispy strands at her temples, revealing her fair and delicate face.

In fact, she longed to revive her dance dream, but she refused because she didn't want to trouble Uncle Wen anymore; she really couldn't afford to pay him back.

The spacious and bright dance studio had only eight female students and one young female teacher.

Wen Yisheng has the body of a natural dancer. Her proportions are so good that even the strict dance teacher praised her. She has long legs, a slim waist and a nice bottom, and her shoulder and neck lines are exquisite and smooth. She is a beautiful sight to behold even when she is standing still.

Even her bust size is just right. Many dance styles pursue a slender figure, and large breasts would be cumbersome to dance with.

Her breasts aren't large, which saves many dancers from the problem of having large breasts.

Wen Yisheng: "..." ╰_╯ Let's not even mention this!

The dance teacher approached Wen Yisheng and offered guidance: "Your fundamentals are very solid; you must have at least seven or eight years of training, right?"

The other seven students glanced at her, some with curiosity, others with coldness and hostility.

In a few months, the principal will come to the studio to select people. I heard that he is preparing to train successors in dance. Now there is another competitor, and no one is happy!

Wen Yisheng nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly, but then seemed a little guilty, "Yes, but some things happened in my family these past two years, so I haven't been dancing anymore."

The little girl was adorably honest, quite different from the other students in the class who were aloof and arrogant. The dance teacher, who was usually serious during class, smiled and said, "I can see that you haven't neglected your basic skills these past two years."

The tone shifted abruptly, becoming stern: "But there are also many shortcomings. The sense of power is clearly insufficient. Now that you've picked up dance again, you can't give up. Practice more."

"I will, teacher."

Break time.

Wen Yisheng found a corner to sit down, took her own cartoon water cup, and sipped her water calmly.

The other students exchanged glances and then gathered around her, behaving quite politely. After all, the people who could come here to learn dance all came from influential families, and it would be troublesome to offend them if they didn't know their social standing.

"Hello, my name is Zhong Yue'er."

A girl in a pink dance costume walked over. She had a pretty and bright face and sat down next to Wen Yisheng with a smile: "You have a really good sense of dance. I rarely hear Teacher Mi praise anyone. She thinks highly of you."

Wen Yisheng closed the cup lid and smiled politely at the visitor: "The teacher was just encouraging me."

Before long, several other students gathered around. They were all from the same year and had been in the same class for a long time, so they were quite familiar with each other.

Wen Yisheng sat in the corner, feeling somewhat uncomfortable as she could sense their subtle, scrutinizing gazes.

"What's your name? Let's be friends."

"Wen Yisheng".

"Wen...? You're from the Wen family? No wonder..."

"No, it's 'unheard of'."

"Wen? I've never heard of a prominent family with the surname Wen. Have you heard of them?" Gu Xuan turned to ask her companion.

The group shrugged, a hint of disdain already playing on their lips: "This is truly unheard of."

Zhong Yue'er didn't seem to mind, and smiled warmly: "Oh, your watch is quite pretty, what brand is it?"

Students are not allowed to wear watches during dance practice. Wen Yisheng, who hadn't been to the dance studio for three years, forgot to take it off and put it in her locker. She just put it next to her cup and got a scolding from the teacher.

She thought for a moment and said, "I forgot the brand. I bought it on Taobao. It was cheap but the stitching was very accurate. Do you want the link?"

Gu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, her expression one of exaggerated shock. "Taobao? Who would buy a watch on a place like Taobao?"