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

"I vowed then and there that I would change all the outcomes."

"In this life, I can let go of my obsession with my mother. I can be a good son to her and make her live a peaceful and happy life, thus making up for all the mistakes I made in my past life."

"But my only selfish desire is this—I want to give you all the love I never got from my mother. I want to be your good brother, and we'll be the closest family. You belong only to me. Just be my good little sister, that's enough."

"But you just wouldn't listen." Fu Yanchen's tone suddenly turned cold, filled with displeasure and warning. "You just had to provoke Wen Zhaoci."

"Wen Zhaoci was a complete madman in his past life, an extreme fanatic."

Upon hearing Wen Zhaoci's name, Sang Jiuning instinctively tensed up. She couldn't help but muster her courage and interrupt him, her voice trembling, "Why? Wen Zhaoci is a good person... Why was he a complete madman in his past life? Was there a reason?"

The Wen Zhaoci she knew was never associated with madness or paranoia.

Fu Yanchen gave her a cold glance, his tone firm and icy: "I don't know the specific reason, but I know that he imprisoned others not out of love, but from beginning to end, it was naked revenge."

"You can't outmaneuver him at all. If you provoke him, you'll only repeat the mistakes of that woman from your past life and end up in an even worse situation."

"Fortunately, it's not too late now." Fu Yanchen's tone softened, carrying a final hint of coaxing, as if he still wanted to maintain the facade of a gentle older brother. "Ningning, be good, break up with Wen Zhaoci. Be a good boy, and I'll still be the older brother who loves you the most. I'll protect you for the rest of my life, and no one can hurt you."

Sang Jiuning's mind was a complete mess, with countless pieces of information intertwined, making her feel like she was about to collapse.

Rebirth, half-sibling, Fu Yanchen killed her, Wen Zhaoci is a paranoid vengeful maniac...

Everything was so absurd that it completely overturned her understanding of what it meant to be a transmigrator.

She finally understood that the original owner of this body was probably the most miserable, pathetic female supporting character in the novel.

She was inexplicably killed by Fu Yanchen in her past life, and if she doesn't obey in this life, she still can't escape being controlled.

Before she could process these shocking truths, Fu Yanchen had already stood up and walked towards her step by step.

The towering figure loomed over them, creating an intense sense of oppression that instantly threw Sang Jiuning into a panic, causing her to struggle desperately.

"Brother, don't come any closer! Let go of me!"

Sang Jiuning twisted her body forcefully, the straps tightening so much that her wrists turned red, but she couldn't break free at all.

Fu Yanchen remained expressionless, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pure white pill. He held the pill between his fingertips, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Little sister, don't blame me."

"I just want you to live obediently and stay by my side."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored Sang Jiuning's struggles and resistance, firmly gripped her chin with one hand, and forcefully pried open her tightly pursed lips. His actions were forceful and domineering, without a trace of gentleness.

Sang Jiuning shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face, sobbing in protest: "No... I won't eat! Fu Yanchen, let me go!"

But her strength was too insignificant in front of Fu Yanchen and was completely useless.

Fu Yanchen swiftly and decisively stuffed the pill into her mouth, pressing his fingertips against her throat, forcing her to swallow it instinctively.

The bitter taste of the medicine instantly filled my mouth and slid down my throat into my body.

A few seconds later, a wave of drowsiness washed over me again, even more intensely than before.

Sang Jiuning's vision began to blur, her head felt dizzy, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her strength to struggle was gradually drained away.

Through her blurry vision, she vaguely saw the door being gently pushed open.

A gentle-looking man in a white coat walked in; he was Dr. Zhou Renqing from the sanatorium.

Dr. Zhou, holding an old pocket watch, slowly walked up to her, his expression serious and professional.

Then, Sang Jiuning heard a deep, rhythmic, and highly guiding command in her ears, which echoed repeatedly and penetrated the depths of her consciousness.

Her consciousness went from initial resistance to complete dissipation, and she completely lost all perception of the outside world.

The room fell completely silent, leaving only Zhou Renqing and Fu Yanchen.

A full half hour later.

Zhou Renqing raised his hand to wipe the dense cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and with a look of awe and trepidation, he quickly stood up and looked at Fu Yanchen respectfully.

"Mr. Fu, the hypnosis is complete."

He spoke cautiously, not daring to make the slightest mistake, "The hypnosis is deep enough, and the memory implantation is completely successful. Now, as long as you snap your fingers, Miss Sang will wake up immediately."

"After waking up, she will have false memories of being reborn and will firmly believe that she was imprisoned and tortured by Wen Zhaoci for a long time in her previous life. Her only wish in this life is to stay away from and escape from Wen Zhaoci."

Fu Yanchen stood quietly in place, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he had simply completed a trivial task.

He spoke calmly, his tone low and cold: "Well done."

The four simple words were a form of affirmation.

Zhou Renqing clenched his fists, still feeling uneasy.

He had followed Fu Yanchen for many years and knew best about Fu's obsession and madness, as well as his inner turmoil and mental health issues over the years.

After much hesitation, he finally mustered his courage, lowered his head, and, not daring to look Fu Yanchen in the eye, softly asked, "Mr. Fu... have you been consistently taking the psychiatric medication I prescribed for you?"

He was terrified.

Fu Yanchen's obsession is now deeper and his personality is more obsessive than before. He is now teetering on the edge of losing control. If it weren't for the fact that President Fu gave him so much, he wouldn't have done such a heartless thing.

Upon hearing this, a faint trace of indifference flashed across Fu Yanchen's eyes, and his tone remained calm and unwavering: "After surviving that ordeal last time, you said I could transfer my obsession to my sister, and then all my inner knots were cleared up and I was completely healed, no longer needing to take those medicines."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Renqing felt nothing but endless fear. He had only been trying to get Fu Yanchen to try to love his sister.

He quickly lowered his head and nodded respectfully, not daring to ask or say another word.

Not daring to linger for even half a second, he turned around and quickly jogged out of the room.

The door closed gently, shutting out all outside noise.

The large room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the light from the lamp barely illuminated two figures inside.

Sang Jiuning lay quietly, her long eyelashes drooping gently, her breathing even and deep. She was enveloped in deep hypnosis and fell into a deep sleep without any defenses.

Fu Yanchen, on the other hand, was a completely different person.

He was no longer the gentle and warm person he usually was; his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, like bottomless, icy pools.