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

Wen Zhaoci slightly raised his body, extended his slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and gently wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. His deep eyes were filled with satisfaction and overflowing doting affection, which could completely envelop a person.

"Honey, you're so good, let me help you one more time."

He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her reddened eyes.

Sang Jiuning felt weak all over, slumped on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, not daring to look at him, and completely unable to utter a word.

After a few seconds of silence, the man's soft, slightly clingy voice came from above, sounding exactly like a big boy seeking comfort:

"Wife, baby, darling, comfort me."

"If my wife cries, I have to cry too."

"Doesn't my wife want to see me cry?"

"Honey, be good, say something."

Sang Jiuning: "..."

She was too weak to speak.

……

In the end, she was the one who cried. It's so unfair.

She could only curse the scoundrel in her heart over and over again, for not caring about his wife at all.

The next afternoon, Sang Jiuning remembered, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands. They trembled uncontrollably, as if she had climbed thousands of steps. Even going to the bathroom required Wen Zhaoci to carry her. Sang Jiuning was still a little unaccustomed to it.

"Honey, Mom and Dad...have they all gone back?"

She asked cautiously, her ears turning slightly red. She wasn't going out at this hour; everyone knew what was going on.

Wen Zhaoci had just finished washing up; her hair was still damp, and she felt refreshed.

He turned to look at the flustered little girl, a gentle smile curving his lips, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Yes, they've all gone back." He walked slowly to Sang Jiuning's side, his voice gentle. "Everyone has left the island. Now, it's just the two of us left on the entire island."

The moment she finished speaking, Sang Jiuning's toes suddenly clenched on her slippers.

It's over, it's really over.

What else could she say?

While other people save money to buy castles for their daughters, she's different. If she has a daughter in the future, she won't even need to buy a castle; she, as the mother, has already set aside the money for her.

What a shame!

Sang Jiuning didn't dare to look Wen Zhaoci in the eye, deliberately changing the subject, and gently pursed her lips: "Then... how many more days will we stay on the island?"

She was too embarrassed to continue the previous topic and just wanted to quickly change the subject.

Wen Zhaoci reached out and gently stroked the top of her soft hair, his fingertips feeling warm and delicate: "Just stay tonight, we'll go back tomorrow."

Fearing she might be confused, he patiently added, "I can't let you miss your classes on Monday; you can't miss a single one of your major courses."

Sang Jiuning nodded obediently: "Okay."

Wen Zhaoci carried Sang Jiuning out of the bathroom, and the quiet and comfortable atmosphere in the room was suddenly broken by an unusually childish cell phone ringtone.

A clear and innocent melody rang out, reaching Sang Jiuning's ears distinctly:

"Little mouse, climbed up the lampstand, stole some oil, couldn't get down, meow meow meow, the cat's coming, tumbled down with a tumble."

Sang Jiuning was speechless for a moment.

She paused slightly, her heart filled with curiosity and doubt.

Who is it?

How could Wen Zhaoci have gone to such lengths to set such a childish and absurd ringtone?

The contrast is too great!

She stared intently at the phone on the bed with her bright eyes, watching Wen Zhaoci calmly place her on the bed and then casually pick up the phone.

The screen popped up with a WeChat video call. There was no special nickname in the contact, but it was accompanied by such a childish ringtone, which was really incongruous.

Wen Zhaoci tapped her finger to connect the video call.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the phone's camera lens. The scene was dimly lit, and the two people's faces were covered in soot and looked disheveled, as if they had suffered a lot. They looked like African refugees fleeing from war.

Sang Jiuning looked closely and realized that it was a middle-aged man and a young boy who was not very old.

As soon as the call connected, a broken and pleading sob came from the other end of the video call.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red-rimmed, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs, filled with a humble plea: "Xiao Ci! Dad knows he was wrong! Dad really knows he was wrong! Can you let me and your brother go back to China? We'll never do it again!"

The young man next to him was also in tears, sobbing and wiping away tears. He looked disheveled and pitiful, and his voice was full of remorse: "Big brother! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I'll never interfere in anything at the company again, and I'll never go against you again! Please forgive us this once, okay?"

Their apologies and sobs mingled together, and their urgency and panic could be felt even through the screen.

But Wen Zhaoci's face remained completely expressionless, all the tenderness in his eyes vanished, leaving only a cold indifference.

"The contract is for three years."

He found it utterly ridiculous.

Do you realize you were wrong now?

Why didn't you do this sooner?

Can everything that has been done be wiped clean and treated as if it never happened?

Why should he be so magnanimous as to forgive them with just a casual apology?

Wen Zhaoci's gaze was slightly cold, showing no emotion whatsoever.

He glanced at Sang Jiuning, who was quiet and had clear, innocent eyes beside him, not wanting these unpleasant people and things to bother his little girl.

Without saying a word, he swiftly and decisively ended the video call.

Throughout the entire process, Sang Jiuning sat quietly without uttering a single question.

If Wen Zhaoci was willing to talk, she would listen attentively; if he didn't want to mention it, she would never press him for details.

After hanging up the video call, the coldness in Wen Zhaoci's eyes vanished instantly, and when he looked at Sang Jiuning, he returned to being the gentle and doting young man.

His gaze fell on her slender, fair fingers, looking at the fingertip adorned with the engagement ring, his eyes tender and lingering.

He then turned around, picked up the sunscreen from the table, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed out the lotion.

"The sun is strong at the beach, and you can easily get sunburned."

He spoke softly, his tone gentle and tender.

He patiently applied the ointment to Sang Jiuning's skin, from her slender neck and fair arms to her exposed calves and insteps. He carefully applied it to every part of her exposed skin, his movements gentle and meticulous.

Sang Jiuning sat obediently without moving, letting him do as he pleased.

After getting ready, Wen Zhaoci took her hand and led her out of the seaside villa and onto the soft sand.

The weather is exceptionally good today. The sky is clear and blue, and the blue sea and sky complement each other. The golden sand is soft and fluffy, and it feels wonderful to walk on.

Sang Jiuning wore a clean white short dress, the sea breeze gently blowing the hem of her skirt, revealing her petite and graceful figure.

She shook off Wen Zhaoci's hand and ran forward with a smile.

"Come and chase me!"

The crisp laughter echoed along the beach, lively and bright.

She walked barefoot on the warm sand, leaving shallow footprints with each step, a lovely, scattered pattern extending across the golden beach.

Wen Zhaoci stood rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the petite figure running away, her heart brimming with emotion, leaving no room for anything else.

His life was once a bleak and desolate place, which made him lose all hope for the world.

For a long time, he found life boring and even thought countless times that perhaps he shouldn't exist in this world at all.

Fortunately, Sang Jiuning arrived.

It was this soft, sweet, clean, and pure little girl who unexpectedly barged into his dark and desolate world.

Sang Jiuning entered his life, gradually illuminating his darkness, warming his cold existence, and healing all his wounds.

She didn't appear by chance; she was the light that God specially sent to redeem him.

Wen Zhaoci lifted her foot and quickly chased after her, smiling as she gently scooped the running girl into her arms.