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

Sang Jiuning deleted the search results and typed a new line: [How to escape from being harassed by a crazy person].

The first answer remains rational: "Running away" is not a solution to extreme entanglements in reality—the real goal is to get out safely, not to escape.

Sang Jiuning looked at the words, then looked up and met Fu Yanchen's gaze, which was quietly fixed on her. His eyes were deep and gentle, as if he had seen through all her little thoughts, but he just didn't point them out.

Sang Jiuning hesitated for a moment, but ultimately went along with what she had just said, and reluctantly replied, "I found it. The internet says that clearly stating your breakup in public, being firm in your attitude, and not giving the other person any hope, is the most effective way."

She spoke casually, as if she really intended to do so.

Only she knew that her heart was tightening quietly, filled with guilt and awkwardness.

After a two-second silence, Fu Yanchen nodded gently, his tone still mild: "Yes, that's fine."

He didn't question her decision, as if he genuinely agreed with it wholeheartedly.

But this complete calmness only made Sang Jiuning feel more uncomfortable.

She held her phone, said nothing more, and ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, which tasted like nothing at all.

……

Meanwhile, in a luxury apartment on the other side.

The room was dimly lit by thin blackout curtains, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Wen Zhaoci sat alone on a single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her slender fingers holding her phone, the screen lit up, showing her chat with Sang Jiuning.

The last message was one he sent that morning.

For half a day and a night, Sang Jiuning did not reply to him with a single word, post a single update, or send him any message.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

The boy's usually cool and handsome features were now filled with a deep gloom. His once clear eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous chill surged in them. His aura was frighteningly cold.

Even if she's very busy, she'll always find time to reply to him with a short message; she would never just disappear for so long.

It's obvious whose fault it is.

Fu Yanchen.

It's Fu Yanchen again.

He really is a persistent ghost.

Wen Zhaoci's knuckles tightened slightly, her fair finger bones turning a cold white from the force, and the edge of the phone became slightly hot from being gripped.

His dark pupils gleamed with layers of malevolence.

His eyes were lowered, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and the oppressive atmosphere around him seemed to engulf the entire room.

The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of autumn, blew away the lingering heat of the day.

Sang Jiuning walked out of Fu Yanchen's villa and casually sent Fu Yanchen a message saying that she was going back to school and that he didn't need to worry about her.

Fu Yanchen didn't ask any further questions, only replying with a gentle "okay".

In fact, the Didi she called went straight to Wen Zhaoci's apartment.

The car quickly stopped downstairs at the apartment building, and Sang Jiuning entered the password as if she knew the way well.

The lights were off inside, only the faint glow of the sunset filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows made the room dim and quiet.

She had just changed her shoes and hadn't even had a chance to call for help when a tall, dark figure suddenly loomed over her.

The next instant, strong arms gripped her waist tightly, pulling her into a warm embrace.

The grip was tight, as if afraid that if he loosened his hold, the person in his arms would disappear again.

This is Wen Zhao's reply.

Sang Jiuning stiffened for a moment, then completely relaxed and obediently leaned against his firm chest.

Before she could even catch her breath, a kiss, cool to the touch, landed hard on her lips.

This kiss wasn't as gentle and restrained as usual; it carried the longing, unease, and unconcealed grievances that had accumulated throughout the day.

His scalding breath enveloped her, carrying a powerful sense of predation.

Sang Jiuning's heart melted completely. She let go of all her worries, raised her arms to wrap around his neck, and earnestly responded to his kiss.

In the dimly lit room, only the intertwined breaths of the two could be heard, soft yet intense.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhaoci slowly released her.

His forehead pressed against hers, his chest heaving, his breathing rapid and heavy, his warm breath washing over her cheeks.

The boy's usually clear and crisp voice was now terribly hoarse, carrying a hint of cautious grievance that sent shivers down one's spine: "Baby, please don't ignore me for long periods of time in the future, okay?"

Sang Jiuning looked up and met his eyes.

Upon seeing this, her heart clenched.

The eyes were covered in bloodshot veins, and the fatigue and dullness under them were undeniable; it was clear that he hadn't rested in a long time.

"Baby, I haven't slept a wink since last night," Wen Zhaoci murmured softly, her voice filled with extreme dependence. "I've been waiting for your news, waiting for you to contact me."

Sang Jiuning felt a pang of sadness. She gently touched the dark circles under his eyes, her voice soft and full of guilt: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Let's grab something to eat, take a shower, and then get some sleep, okay?"

Wen Zhaoci's lips, which had been tense all day, finally curved slightly, and the gloom in her eyes dissipated a little. She obediently replied, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say, baby."

The two had a simple dinner, washed up, and went to bed.

The soft bedding carried Wen Zhaoci's clean and refreshing scent, which gave people a sense of inexplicable peace.

Wen Zhaoci gently hugged her from behind, his arms loosely encircling her waist, his strength tender and tender, so quiet it was almost unbelievable.

But Sang Jiuning was wide awake.

Her back was pressed against his warm chest, but her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't help but think of her conversation with Fu Yanchen at the villa during the day.

Her mind was in turmoil, and her chaotic emotions were making her feel upset and confused.

She thought she was well hidden; her breathing was steady, and she remained motionless, as if she were already asleep.

But Wen Zhaoci, standing behind her, noticed that the person in his arms was slightly tense and breathing shallowly and unevenly. Even though she tried her best to hide it, he could instantly sense that she was preoccupied.

His narrow eyes slowly opened in the darkness, showing no trace of sleepiness, only a deep, dark aura.

Wen Zhaoci remained silent and did not disturb her; he simply held her quietly and waited patiently.

Time passed slowly, and after a long while, the person in my arms finally began to breathe deeply and evenly, and fell into a deep sleep.

After Sang Jiuning fell asleep, she nestled softly and defenselessly in his arms, looking docile and obedient.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his eyes and gazed at her serene profile, his eyes deep and dark, churning with emotions that others could not understand.

He raised his hand and gently picked up Sang Jiuning's phone from beside his pillow.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

He wanted to install a listening and location software.

With a gentle touch of her fingertip to the phone screen, she easily unlocked it using Sang Jiuning's sleeping fingerprint.

The moment the screen lit up, an open Baidu page appeared prominently in front of my eyes.

Wen Zhaoci's gaze fell upon it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The search term on the page is glaringly obvious—[How to escape from being harassed by a madman].