Chapter 43

Sister.

Wen Ling lay down in the blankets, lowered the room temperature, heard Wen Zhuo's voice, and lightly curled her lips: "Zhuo."

"Sister, Grandfather has already fallen asleep; my phone is with me, I didn't bring it with me, I'll go find him in a moment." Wen Zhuo spoke in a relaxed tone; through the phone one could hear him walking and opening the door.

Wen Ling, however, said: "Grandfather slept very early tonight; since he's asleep, there's no need to disturb him. Zhuo, how have you been lately? Are you busy?"

"Not busy; there are some things I don't understand that Grandfather is personally teaching me." Wen Zhuo felt a bit shy, speaking softly: "And you, Sister? Are things going smoothly? When will you come back?"

Wen Ling only replied softly: "Very smoothly; everything is proceeding according to plan."

Wen Zhuo pressed his lips, tone low: "Sister, then you and Zhou Yinhe, have you reconciled?"

"No, why are you suddenly asking this?" Wen Ling felt somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing that, Wen Zhuo's tone became cheerful again; he smiled and said: "Oh, that's fine, just asking casually."

"Then I'll wait until Grandfather wakes up before calling again; I need to catch up on sleep." Wen Ling yawned, speaking tiredly.

"Okay, Sister, goodbye, Sister."

After the phone hung up, the originally gentle youth walked slowly to the nearby metal rack, pulled out a whip from beside it, dipped it in salt water, pulled the cloth stuffed in the man's mouth, raised the whip, and lashed hard at the man bound to the chair.

"Wen Zhuo! You beast!" the man screamed while cursing: "Bastard! Even if you have no blood relation to Wen Ling, you're still a bastard just like her!"

Upon hearing that, Wen Zhuo's lips turned downward, like a delicate doll feeling heartbroken; his light brown eyes were half-hidden by slightly curled hair, making his expression unreadable.

He walked slowly toward the man, tone somewhat pitiful: "Uncle, you can scold me, but why scold my most beloved sister?"

The one bound to the chair was precisely the son of Wen Laoxiansheng's brother's family, Wen Jiyuan, who at that moment was trembling and gritting his teeth: "What does it matter if I curse her! You, an adopted son of the Wen Family, if you have the ability, kill me!"

"Kill you? That won't do." Wen Zhuo shook his head, crouched beside Wen Jiyuan's leg, and lifted his gaze to look into his eyes.

He smiled with a curved lip: "I've done a compatibility test for you; you're the most suitable for Sister. Sister's health is poor; if something happens to her, you would be her living blood bank. Although you're somewhat impure and not a match for Sister, for her sake it's fine."

Wen Jiyuan finally saw the madness in his eyes, began to struggle violently, and shouted while struggling.

Seeing that he had scared him so much his pants were wet, Wen Zhuo flicked his hand in disgust and turned to leave the basement.

At that moment, Wen Laoxiansheng was not far away, the steward massaging his shoulders; seeing him come out, Wen Laoxiansheng said lightly: "All done?"

Wen Zhuo pressed his lips and hummed in acknowledgment.

Wen Laoxiansheng smiled, affectionately: "Then that's good, Zhuo. You must promise Grandfather that you will fulfill any wish of your sister; anyone who harbors ill intentions toward her you must deal with cleanly."

Wen Zhuo hesitated not, agreeing readily.

Far away in Sijiucheng, Wen Ling didn't know of this; after hanging up she directly turned off her phone to avoid being disturbed, curled up in the blankets and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Yinhe called Wen Ling several times but no one answered; the last call he made, she had already turned off her phone. He sullenly kicked the desk, while Qi Zhan, sitting on the sofa playing a game, glanced up at him.

"What are you doing?" Qi Zhan felt that his childhood friend had recently been not quite right in the head.

"..." Zhou Yinhe didn't want to talk to him, head tilted back, irritated on his own.

Qi Zhan shrugged and sent a message in the Zhou Yinhe cricket group where everyone else was present except Zhou Yinhe.

【Our Xiao Wu has ultimately gone crazy.】

The others in the group stopped lurking and jumped straight in; each person sent two messages, and the screen rolled with several more.

【Let's talk, let's listen, let's talk, let's listen.】

【I've seen this coming; don't tell me you're only feeling this now.】

Qi Zhan raised his phone, secretly took a photo of Zhou Yinhe looking rather gloomy, and posted it in the group.

【Oh ho, emo now?】

【How tragic, like being cheated on and then dumped.】

【Love-brain, even dogs despise it.】

Qi Zhan snorted with laughter; Zhou Yinhe frowned, displeased, looking at him. Seeing him recklessly tapping his phone without restraint, he knew they had started the group again.

He moved gently, stood up, and slowly walked behind Qi Zhan, lowering his gaze to look at his phone screen.

Qi Zhan mocked Zhou Yinhe relentlessly in the group, completely unaware that Zhou Yinhe had examined his chat contents thoroughly.

Zhou Yinhe narrowed his eyes, his tone slow and somewhat eerie as he leaned close to Qi Zhan's ear: "Are you happy?"

Qi Zhan was so startled he threw his phone away; it hit the ground with a sizzle and the screen went black.

"Holy shit, what are you doing?" Qi Zhan stared at Zhou Yinhe in disbelief.

Zhou Yinhe straightened up, hooking his lips into a very gentle smile: "What were you chatting about, you're so happy?"

Qi Zhan couldn't help but get goosebumps from Zhou Yinhe's somewhat yin-yang strange tone; he awkwardly picked up his phone, and indeed, the phone was dead.

He lifted his head to look at Zhou Yinhe, who tilted his head to look at him, his face full of confusion and innocence.

"Nothing, nothing." Actually feeling guilty, Qi Zhan couldn't muster bravado.

Zhou Yinhe's face gradually darkened; he said coldly: "Don't discuss me."

Qi Zhan hissed; they often did such petty things, and Zhou Yinhe had never held it against them before, but this time Zhou Yinhe was truly angry, so Qi Zhan's momentum weakened; he stepped up to Zhou Yinhe's face and apologized: "Okay, I won't mention you anymore."

Zhou Yinhe let out a cold snort, turned back to his desk, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Wen Ling.

Qi Zhan gave him an "ay" sound; seeing him ignore him, he had no choice but to slink away, went to the mall to buy a new phone; the group messages had already exploded, seeing him send a crying emoji, he roughly guessed what had happened.

【Got caught?】

Qi Zhan pursed his lips and replied: 【The phone I just changed a few days ago broke again today, what do you say.】

The group burst into a string of hahahas; Jiang Jibai then appeared, sending a message: 【Alright, let's disband; if you've really annoyed them, you'll have to coax them yourselves.】

The others instantly fell silent; Qi Zhan sighed and disbanded the group.

After waking up, Wen Ling turned on her phone; messages instantly filled the screen, and she stared blankly for a moment.

All the messages were from Zhou Yinhe; besides the missed calls, there were countless WeChat messages.

【Why aren't you answering my calls? Are you regretting it?】

【Answer the phone, why did you turn it off!】

……

It's too late for regrets; I'm heading to Lang Po Wan to find you right away.

The last message came from five minutes ago; Wen Ling was indeed somewhat speechless, and she called Zhou Yinhe back.

As soon as the call was answered, the other party demanded, "Why didn't you pick up my phone!"