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

A simple sentence, without any further persuasion, was like a bucket of warm water, instantly extinguishing the raging anger burning above Sang Tingyan's head.

Sang Tingyan's tense body stiffened instantly.

All the anger and resentment were forcibly suppressed at that moment.

He subconsciously released his grip on Sang Jiuning's ear, letting his hands hang at his sides. Then he raised his hand and took a deep breath, once, twice, slowly calming his surging emotions.

He knew very well that he and Fu Xulan had gone through many twists and turns, missing each other for many years, and finally got back together. From now on, he only wanted to stay with her peacefully and live a long and happy life with her, year after year.

Moreover, he was originally a teacher, and he was always grading papers and staying up late. In recent years, he has developed more wrinkles on his face. He can't keep getting angry, or he can ruin his health.

Sang Jiuning was instantly relieved. She quickly rubbed her red and burning ears, quietly took half a step back, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

That's great! Mom's one sentence actually convinced Dad!

She secretly rejoiced, her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, was about to settle down. Before she could completely relax, Sang Tingyan's cold and serious voice rang out again, with an unyielding determination, and he finalized all the arrangements.

"Starting today, you don't need to go back to the school dormitory."

Sang Jiuning was taken aback and looked up at him blankly.

Looking at her bewildered expression, Sang Tingyan felt both angry and helpless. His tone was firm: "From now on, you'll live in this villa. I'll drive you to and from school every day. You're not allowed to sneak off again. And that Wen Zhaoci—"

Mentioning that name, Sang Tingyan's face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with displeasure and apprehension: "To be able to coax and trick my daughter, who's just twenty and still in school, into secretly registering her marriage with him—his intentions are far from pure! This person is absolutely unacceptable; we must cut ties with him as soon as possible!"

These words struck Sang Jiuning's heart like a small stone.

She instinctively clenched her fists, her heart pounding with panic. She couldn't help but whisper a rebuttal, her voice soft yet stubborn: "Dad, it's not what you think. Wen Zhaoci is a very good person. He's especially good to me, he never bullies me, and he's always been very loving towards me."

But in Sang Tingyan's eyes, her explanation was nothing but foolishness, a result of being deceived.

Looking at the daughter he had raised for twenty years, whose heart and eyes were filled with another man, Sang Tingyan felt a pang of bitterness and anger. His eyes were filled with disappointment and heartbreak. He spoke in a deep voice, "Just because of that little bit of kindness he showed you, he completely deceived the daughter I raised and cherished for twenty years? All the love and discipline I gave you over the years, was it all for nothing?"

Sang Jiuning was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. She stood there helplessly, her mind a mess.

She understood her father's worries, but she couldn't bear to separate from Wen Zhaoci, and she didn't want to cut ties with him completely.

Wen Zhaoci will be back from her business trip tonight.

She even sent him a WeChat message in the evening, saying she was waiting for him to come home.

She had even planned that when he came back, she would hug him tightly and tell him how much she had missed him these past few days.

But now this has happened.

Sang Jiuning was extremely anxious, with only one thought in her mind: she had to tell Wen Zhaoci immediately not to come looking for her until her father calmed down.

She hurriedly reached into her pocket for her phone, but before she could even unlock the screen or tap the chat window, Sang Tingyan grabbed her wrist.

The next second, the phone was snatched away.

Sang Tingyan remained expressionless, turned off his phone, and casually put it in his pocket, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "During this period, you are not allowed to use your phone or contact him."

Sang Jiuning stared at the black screen of her phone, completely panicked, her eyes reddened again, and she felt anxious and helpless, but dared not say another word.

Sang Tingyan ignored Sang Jiuning and went directly to the study on the second floor with Fu Yanchen to discuss matters.

As night deepened, darkness enveloped the entire city.

The international airport is bustling with people coming and going, all in a hurry.

Wen Zhaoci had just finished a long flight and stepped out of the arrival gate. The moment he landed, he immediately raised his hand and turned on his phone without any hesitation.

The screen lit up, and the pinned chat box still displayed the soft message that Sang Jiuning had sent that evening:

Wife: [Honey, I'm waiting for you to come home.]

That was the only sentence; there was no further news after that.

A gentle smile played in Wen Zhaoci's deep eyes as she lightly stroked the screen with her fingertips, her heart melting completely.

During his business trip, he couldn't stop thinking about the girl. He was eager to go back and see her, to hug his little girl.

He had hoped that when he got back he would see Sang Jiuning waiting for him at home and spend some quality time with her.

But the next second, my phone vibrated, and a message from my personal security detail popped up. The message was brief, but every word was glaring.

Mr. Wen, Miss Sang's parents took her to Fu Yanchen's private villa this evening, and her personal freedom is currently restricted.

In an instant, all the surrounding noise seemed to disappear completely.

The airport lights were bright and dazzling, but in Wen Zhaoci's eyes, all that remained was a chilling coldness.

All the gentle smiles on his face vanished instantly, his dark eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and the air pressure around him plummeted to an extreme, so cold that no one dared to approach him.

His well-defined fingers gripped the phone tightly, so hard that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

He immediately opened the software—

The page is blank, the location is missing, and Sang Jiuning's location cannot be found at all.

Undeterred, he quickly dialed Sang Jiuning's number.

A cold, mechanical female voice came through the receiver: "The number you have dialed is currently switched off."

Once, twice, three times... every time it was the same prompt.

Wen Zhaoci stood in the bustling airport hall, radiating a terrifying and obsessive low pressure.

No one knew that beneath the man's calm exterior, a raging storm was brewing, with a possessive obsession and a panicked unease completely engulfing his heart.

His parents-in-law cannot take his wife away either.

He should lock his wife up and lock her up with him.

That way, his wife would belong to him alone.

No one can separate the two of them.

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