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

Wen Zhaoci didn't go to school for the entire afternoon.

He detained Zhou Renqing in a secluded place, patiently prying open his mouth little by little, interrogating him layer by layer, digging deep into every sentence, and not letting go of any detail.

He remained calm and composed throughout, his eyes devoid of any warmth. All the tenderness and doting he usually showed towards Sang Jiuning had vanished, leaving only a chilling indifference and obsession.

He had a premonition that Fu Yanchen's obsession with Sang Jiuning was abnormal, even pathological, but he could never find conclusive evidence. He always had a weight on his mind, fearing that he couldn't protect Sang Jiuning.

Until today, from Zhou Renqing's flustered and fearful confession, he finally pieced together the whole truth.

All the guesses came true.

It really is Fu Yanchen!

It was Fu Yanchen who instructed Zhou Renqing to secretly exert psychological influence on Sang Jiuning, even resorting to hypnosis, in an attempt to control her emotions and affect her mind, hoping to make Sang Jiuning break up with him.

What chilled Wen Zhaoci to the bone and stirred his murderous intent was...

Zhou Renqing confessed with trembling hands that Fu Yanchen's almost insane and unscrupulous obsession with Sang Jiuning was not accidental at all.

It was through Zhou Renqing's psychological intervention and guidance that Fu Yanchen's obsessive attachment to Sang Jiuning was deepened.

Zhou Renqing knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "I just asked President Fu to take good care of my sister. I never expected him to stop taking his medication."

The moment Wen Zhaoci heard the whole truth, the air around him instantly plummeted to freezing point.

He sat in the chair, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table. The movement was slow, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression. His dark eyes held a deathly coldness, but also a surging, unseen rage.

At that moment, he truly had the intention to kill.

"Send Zhou Renqing to Africa, my younger brother needs a psychologist."

Lu Xiangyang instantly understood the murderous intent in his tone. Fortunately, it was just sending him to Africa. The man would suffer a bit, but he wouldn't lose his life. He could go through normal employment procedures and be sent to work in Africa.

He immediately and respectfully replied, "Yes, President."

Meanwhile, in Fu Yanchen's private office, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all sunlight. The room was dimly lit, and the air pressure was so low that people inside dared not even breathe.

Fu Yanchen leaned on the edge of the desk with one hand, his knuckles turning blue from the force, his whole body surging with a fierce aura, and his eyes filled with an uncontrollable sinister and furious rage.

All morning, he was in a state of extreme agitation. Documents were scattered all over the office floor, two water glasses were broken, and the place was a mess.

The assistant, standing in the corner, kept his head down, silent and trembling, not even daring to look up, for fear of angering the man in his rage.

Fu Yanchen's heart was filled with hatred and resentment.

Zhou Renqing has gone missing.

What infuriated him even more was that news had just come from his subordinates that Sang Jiuning and Wen Zhaoci were actually living together.

They moved in together, spending every day and night together, and never broke up.

This realization was like a sharp thorn, piercing Fu Yanchen's heart and causing him to almost lose control, with feelings of jealousy and madness growing wildly.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and all the anger in his heart was directed at one person without hesitation.

This is Wen Zhao's reply.

It must be that madman Wen Zhaoci's doing!

No one but him has the ability to take Zhou Renqing away silently, so his sister must know about his hypnosis of her.

Fu Yanchen closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the fury in his eyes was gradually replaced by a deep-seated ruthlessness.

He kept telling himself not to rush.

Now is not the time to act impulsively.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger. A shadow crossed his eyes as he secretly calculated: First, calm down and wait patiently; there will always be the most suitable opportunity.

Sang Jiuning, his dear little sister, he would never let go of her.

The next second, his phone rang.

"Feed?"

"Hello, brother-in-law." Wen Zhaoci lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly exhaled a heart-shaped smoke ring.

That's right, he's been practicing intentionally or unintentionally lately, and he's succeeded.

Fu Yanchen: "..."

How come he couldn't recognize the voice of that madman, Wen Zhaoci?

"Brother-in-law, just letting you know, my relationship with your sister is now legal." Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly, suddenly finding the title "brother-in-law" quite pleasant.

Fu Yanchen couldn't understand what it meant. His obedient younger sister had gotten her marriage certificate with Wen Zhaoci, and Wen Zhaoci was still provoking him. He was so angry that he smashed his phone.

After hearing the phone call end with a "beep beep beep" sound, Wen Zhaoci went to pick up Sang Jiuning from get out of class in a good mood.

He will protect his wife.

As for Fu Yanchen...

If you're sick, you need to get treatment.

Wen Zhaoci leaned against the corridor railing not far away, attracting much attention.

He wore a simple white sweatshirt paired with black casual pants, looking clean and relaxed.

His hair was a bit longer than before, with soft wisps falling across his forehead, lightly obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, which only made his deep eyes appear even brighter and gentler.

Even though she was just standing there casually, she easily drew all the attention from those around her.

Sang Jiuning packed her schoolbag and walked over. She was already used to him picking her up. She naturally handed him the heavy canvas bag, her fingertips brushing against his wrist.

She had barely steadied herself when she heard the man beside her lower his voice, his tone deliberately tender, and softly call out, "Wife."

The two words fell softly yet clearly, exploding right next to her ears.

Sang Jiuning froze, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively raised her hand to cover his mouth tightly, her ear tips turning bright red instantly.

She nervously glanced left and right. The corridor was full of students who had just finished class, and many familiar faces from her class. Afraid that others would hear the ambiguous address, she said in a hurried yet soft voice, "Wen Zhaoci! Keep your voice down! Don't shout!"

"get out of class just ended, and I see people I know everywhere. It's so embarrassing!"

Her palms were soft and warm, pressed against his slightly cool lips.

Wen Zhaoci looked down at the embarrassed and shy girl in front of him. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a shallow but exceptionally charming smile slowly curved her lips.

He stared intently at Sang Jiuning's flushed cheeks without saying a word. The next moment, his tongue lightly swept across her warm palm.

A tingling sensation shot through her entire body from her fingertips. Sang Jiuning recoiled as if burned, her heart pounding wildly.

How could this person be like this! They're becoming more and more reckless, daring to act recklessly even in public!

She felt both ashamed and angry. Just as she was about to back away, her wrist was firmly grasped by his warm palm, and she couldn't break free even a little.

Wen Zhaoci leaned down slightly, his tall figure looming over her, shielding her from the crowds and stares of passersby. His deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear: "Wife, let's go home."