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

Meanwhile, inside the empty and deserted laboratory.

The pure white light shone coldly on the black marble tabletop, and the entire space was silent except for the faint hum of the computer, creating a dull and oppressive atmosphere.

Wen Zhaoci sat alone at the large table, his posture tall and slender, his aura frighteningly cold.

His long, slender fingers with distinct joints casually held a black lighter, turning it lightly with his fingertips. His movements were languid, yet they exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

A cigarette, unlit, was loosely held between his lips, the faint aroma of tobacco lingering between his teeth, yet not a single spark was visible.

His phone was casually placed on the table, the screen dark, but it was clearly playing a recording of Sang Jiuning and Weng Zhicheng's chance encounter and conversation. Their gentle voices were clearly audible, word by word.

Weng Zhicheng spoke to her in a gentle tone, and Sang Jiuning responded patiently and politely. Every word and every tone of her voice precisely penetrated Wen Zhaoci's ears.

As he listened, it felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, and a dense, oppressive feeling swept over his entire body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the dark emotions surging within them, and his dark eyes held a deep possessiveness and unease.

Weng Zhicheng.

How could he forget that name?

The mere thought of this person taking the initiative to approach Sang Jiuning, speak to her politely, and have close contact with her filled Wen Zhaoci with uncontrollable jealousy and irritation.

My mind is filled with thoughts like, "This is the guy my wife initially liked," "Will my wife still like him?" and "My wife might leave with him."

His little girl is gentle and beautiful, with a soft and insightful personality; she is liked by everyone wherever she goes.

But he didn't want to share this wonderful feeling with anyone.

Wen Zhaoci spun the lighter faster and faster, his thoughts growing increasingly obsessive.

He knew perfectly well in his heart that his wife was his, and from head to toe, inside and out, she could only belong to him, Wen Zhaoci.

A wife is a treasure that should be kept close at all times, protected by your side, never leaving your side, and carefully hidden away.

Otherwise, they could be targeted by other people with ulterior motives at any time and be secretly abducted.

The mere thought of this possibility triggered a surge of anxiety and paranoia within him.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, a deep darkness settled over his eyes, and an extreme obsession arose in his heart.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the apartment's sheer curtains, gently bathing the soft bedding.

Sang Jiuning was awakened by the morning light, her consciousness slowly fading from her drowsy state, her body still feeling sore from the previous night.

She subconsciously moved her legs, and a series of crisp, delicate bell sounds immediately came from her ankles.

The tinkling sounds, light and crisp, were especially clear in the quiet morning.

Sang Jiuning slightly raised her lower leg and looked down at her ankle.

A thin, golden chain was neatly wrapped around her fair ankle, with a small golden bell at the end of the chain—the same one from the villa—swaying gently with her slight movements.

She instantly realized that Wen Zhaoci had tied it to her ankle before they exercised last night, and had even told her with a smile that it was his special little mark.

He used to take it off afterward, but I never expected him to wear it all night.

The key to this chain is unique; it's in Wen Zhaoci's hands, and no one but him can unlock it.

She turned her head and glanced around the tidy bedroom. The room was empty, and the spot next to her was already slightly cool, indicating that Wen Zhaoci had been up for quite some time.

Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Wen Zhaoci's tall and slender figure appeared at the door, dressed in simple black home clothes with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, followed by Wanwu.

Wen Zhaoci was holding an exquisite solid wood plate with a bowl of soft, sticky millet porridge, a golden-fried egg, and two small sandwiches on it.

Wanwu had Sang Jiuning's toiletries on her head.

Seeing the little girl wake up in bed, his dark eyes softened instantly, all the gloom disappearing, and his voice was gentle and soft: "Wife, you're awake? Come and wash up and have breakfast."

Wanwu was also very excited: "Mom, come quickly and wash up."

Sang Jiuning nodded obediently.

Wen Zhaoci's breakfast always suited her taste. While eating, she secretly glanced at the man opposite her. He ate slowly and deliberately, looking gentle and refined, and seemed no different from usual.

After finishing breakfast, Sang Jiuning watched Wen Zhaoci clear away the dishes, still showing no intention of giving her the key to unlock the door.

She gently wiggled her ankle, and the golden bell jingled again. She looked up at the man in front of her and said, "Honey, why aren't you taking it off? I've had this on all night."

Wen Zhaoci paused slightly as he cleared the dishes, then looked up at her.

Her gentle and warm eyes were now covered with a faint layer of grievance, and a hint of unease crept in.

Sang Jiuning was completely bewildered, wondering to herself: What's wrong with this person now? Why is she acting all aggrieved for no reason?

She never liked guessing games; if she had a question, she had to ask clearly, otherwise she would waste her mouth: "Why are you acting all wronged? Why won't you untie me? Explain yourself to me."

Wen Zhaoci placed the plate on Wanwu's head to let it go, then walked step by step to Sang Jiuning. The tall man leaned down slightly, his gaze fixed on her, his deep voice filled with deep grievance, sounding rather pitiful: "Weng Zhicheng is looking for you."

Sang Jiuning was stunned for a moment, then her mind instantly realized that it was about what happened at school yesterday morning.

She blinked. "So?" Jealous?

"He confessed his feelings to you." Wen Zhaoci's voice was even lower, as if she had accumulated a bellyful of bitterness and unease, every word filled with grievance, "I...heard...it."

It's not that you're going to have a little emotional outburst over this.

Looking at the jealous and extremely insecure man in front of her, she asked softly, "Did you hear me reject him? I clearly told him that I have a husband."

Wen Zhaoci lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them, and obediently replied, "I heard you."

"You're still upset after hearing that?"

Sang Jiuning reached out and grabbed his sleeve, gently pulling him into her arms: "Come here and let me hug you, I'll comfort you."

Wen Zhaoci obediently bent down and let her hug him.

The moment the warm embrace pressed against her, Sang Jiuning's heart stirred.

Looking at the man's aggrieved profile, a mischievous thought suddenly arose in her mind, and she wanted to soothe the unease in his bones.

With a slight exertion of her arm, she took advantage of Wen Zhaoci's unpreparedness and pulled him sharply.

A soft thud.

The tall man was caught off guard and tackled onto the bed by her.

The soft mattress sank slightly, pinning Wen Zhaoci between the mattress and the bed, rendering him unable to move.