He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Wen Zhaoci froze on the spot, his aura instantly plummeting to rock bottom.

The air around him seemed to freeze completely, and the light in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only a gloomy and dark atmosphere.

He was like an outsider, staring intently at the figure not far away, his fingertips clenched until they turned white, his heart aching with a dull, aching pain, and his obsessive possessiveness surging wildly.

He didn't say a word, just followed the two of them silently from a distance, trailing them all the way.

From the amusement park, to the highway on the way back, and then to the school gate at dusk.

As the sun sets, dappled light and shadow play across the sky.

Fu Yanchen escorted Sang Jiuning to the school gate, reminding her, "Go back to your dorm early tonight, don't stay up late. If you're feeling down, just call your brother anytime, your brother will always be there for you."

"Okay, brother, thank you for playing with me all day." Sang Jiuning thanked him with her eyes crinkling, her tone sincere and warm.

"Why are you being so polite with your brother?" Fu Yanchen chuckled, ruffled her hair, and then turned to leave.

Just as Fu Yanchen turned to leave, a tall and slender figure strode forward and precisely blocked Sang Jiuning's path.

The man's body stiffened slightly, and his steps were hurried, clearly indicating that he had been enduring the entire journey.

The anxiety, panic, grievances, and jealousy of the past few days erupted completely at this moment, and could no longer be suppressed.

Wen Zhaoci stared intently at the girl in front of him, his eyes reddening and bloodshot, filled with humility and panic.

His movements were hurried and flustered. He leaned down slightly, his fingertips carefully and with a slight tremor, gently grasping the hem of Sang Jiuning's school uniform.

The force was very strong; I was afraid that if I loosened my grip, she would disappear again.

He almost lost control and slid to his knees in front of everyone.

The setting sun fell on his refined and sharp features, but it couldn't warm the panic in his eyes.

The boy's deep, husky voice, tinged with an unprecedented humility and softness, spoke cautiously, filled with a deep plea:

"Baby, I was wrong."

"I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong."

"Please don't ignore me, okay?"

Sang Jiuning was slightly taken aback when he suddenly stopped her.

The evening breeze brushed against her hair. She looked at the boy in front of her, whose eyes were red, disheveled, and stubborn, and her mind went blank for a moment.

After thinking it over carefully...

She seems to have stopped being angry a long time ago.

I spent the whole day having fun with Fu Yanchen. I screamed on the roller coaster and let loose on the pendulum ride. All my embarrassment and awkwardness were long gone.

She was having so much fun that she completely forgot what she had been mad at him for the past few days.

Sang Jiuning thought to herself, "It seems... my anger has already subsided."

Seeing Wen Zhaoci's humble and apologetic appearance, she deliberately pursed her lips, remained silent and did not look at him, standing there indifferently, intending to leave him hanging for a while.

Seeing that she remained silent, her expression indifferent, and offered no response whatsoever, Wen Zhaoci felt even more panicked.

He thought she was still angry and still wouldn't forgive him.

A wave of panic washed over him, causing him to tighten his grip on her clothes slightly. The next instant, before Sang Jiuning could react, he raised his other hand and, without hesitation, delivered a sharp and resounding slap to his own handsome cheek.

The sound was exceptionally clear at the quiet school gate.

Sang Jiuning's pupils dilated suddenly; she was completely stunned.

She looked up abruptly, both angry and speechless, her cheeks slightly flushed. She quickly lowered her voice and said, "Wen Zhaoci! What are you doing!"

People were coming and going at the school gate. Many students who were leaving school glanced at the gate with curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

More and more eyes turned to the two of them, creating a lively yet awkward atmosphere.

Sang Jiuning, easily embarrassed, was instantly mortified, feeling both ashamed and anxious: "So many people are watching! Can't you be normal for once? If you're going to act crazy, don't do it at the school gate!"

But Wen Zhaoci didn't care about anything else at this moment. His eyes were even redder as he stared at her intently, his tone filled with an almost obsessive humility and determination: "If you don't forgive me, baby, I will keep punishing myself."

"If you still won't forgive me, I'll kneel down and beg you right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly bent his knees, seemingly about to kneel down in public.

Sang Jiuning: "..."

She immediately chickened out.

Was she angry at that moment?

There was absolutely no breath left.

He even secretly admired her: Wen Zhaoci was truly flexible and adaptable.

To coax her into forgiving him, he even resorted to the shameless tactic of kneeling in public.

It takes skill for him to set aside all pride and dignity and use such a childish method to keep what he wants.

Seeing that his knees were about to bend, and more and more classmates gathered around, pointing and whispering faintly, Sang Jiuning panicked completely. She quickly reached out and grabbed him, both ashamed and angry: "No, no, no! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

She didn't want to see the school's most famous academic genius kneeling before her at the school gate, causing such a huge blunder.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks burned, and she could no longer maintain her icy demeanor. She grabbed his wrist, turned around, and ran towards the school gate.

"Hurry! Get out of here right now!"

She ran quickly and hurriedly, her ears turning bright red, clearly embarrassed.

As she dragged Wen Zhaoci by the wrist and followed behind, all the humility and panic in her lowered eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, a triumphant, sly smile appeared on his face.

He knew that his baby was soft-hearted and could never bear to really blame him or ignore him for too long.

The crowd at the school gate gradually dispersed, and the evening breeze carried away the murmurs of conversation.

Unnoticed by anyone, a clean-cut and upright figure stood quietly not far away.

Fu Yanchen did not leave at all.

Sang Jiuning had a great time at the amusement park today and left behind her favorite soft and cuddly Totoro plush toy. She planned to secretly give it to her as a little surprise.

But before he could even take a step, he witnessed the whole thing.

She watched as Wen Zhaoci humbled himself, tugging at Sang Jiuning's clothes to admit his mistake, and even went so far as to punish himself in public and act shamelessly to keep her.

The evening breeze swept across Fu Yanchen's gentle brows and eyes, dispelling all the warmth in his eyes and leaving only a deep gloom.

He stood at the back of the crowd, quietly watching and listening, taking in every single word of Wen Zhaoci's humble pleas and Sang Jiuning's helpless and embarrassed appearance.

My heart felt like it was being tightly blocked by something, both suffocating and heavy.

He knew better than anyone how naive and soft-hearted Sang Jiuning was, and how easily she fell for someone's act of bowing down and showing weakness.

【Wen Zhaoci, you're really something.】

Fu Yanchen's Adam's apple bobbed, his heart filled with suppressed anger.

He watched the two figures walk away, one after the other, their backs so glaring that they made his heart ache.

His younger sister is being naughty.