. 。This made him even more determined to have her. 。You could have seen me at the banquet hall; I didn't see you there tonight, and I thought you might still be hurt and unable to attend my grandfathe...Hearing Wen Yi Zhou tell her to go back, Wen Ping Sheng hung up the phone and rushed home without saying a word.

It's not that she was afraid of Wényìzhōu and Yǐshēng fighting, but it was freezing outside, and she really didn't want to be out in the cold. Yǐshēng, that devil, would force him to go for a walk every time after they finished eating.

Wen Ping Sheng decided that he would buy a treadmill online later and walk or run at home.

Outside, Wen Ping Sheng endured the ruthless cold wind, returning to the warm house. Before he could even shed a tear of pain, he ran into Yi Sheng's icy gaze.

She was startled, but she straightened her chest and raised her chin defiantly. "My brother sent me back," she said boldly. "What's it to you"

Yisheng retracted his calm gaze and said nothing.

"Xiao Sheng, what's the matter with this man Is it because of him that you came back to Beisi City" Wen Yizhou pointed at Yi Sheng sitting on the sofa and asked angrily.

The tone of voice, if someone unaware were to hear it, they would think the husband was questioning his wife who had eloped with a younger man.

Wen Ping Sheng resisted the urge to roll her eyes and replied in a flat tone, "He's Grandma's private nutritionist."

However, personal nutritionists are last year's news.

"Does he live here with you" Wen Yizhou asked again, his face still cold.

"...Hmm." Wen Pingsheng nodded and quickly shifted the blame, sighing helplessly. "It's Grandma who let him stay here. What can I do"

scapegoat grandma:

Actually, Grandma let him live here last year.

This time, it was Yisheng who moved in by herself. She couldn't drive him away, so she could only let him stay here and cook for him.

"What does Grandmother think A man and a woman living together in the same room, if this gets out, your reputation will be ruined! How will you ever get married" When Wen Yizhou said the last sentence, he felt a chill of murderous intent on his back.

Turning back to look at Yisheng, he saw him still lowering his head and reading a book. Wen Yizhou muttered to himself in his heart and retracted his gaze.

"I don't know what Grandma was thinking." Wen Ping Sheng spread his hands, feigning ignorance.

Even the gentle Wen Yi Zhou, a devoted older brother, couldn't bear it. He didn't care what his grandmother thought. The idea of a man openly moving into his sister's home filled him with anger. He rolled up his sleeves and strode towards Yi Sheng, his expression menacing as if he was ready to throw Yi Sheng out.

He stood before An Yisheng, coldly threatening, "An Yisheng, you immediately pack your things and move out of my sister's room, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Little brother, you're not fierce enough like that. You have to be fiercer…" Wen Ping Sheng, who loved watching the commotion, egged him on from the side.

She suddenly felt two cold stares on her, she knew without looking who it was. She immediately cowered and shut her mouth, refusing to speak.

Wen Yi Zhou heard his younger sister tell him to be more fierce, and adhering to the truth that he would rather act than talk, he directly grabbed Yi Sheng's shirt collar and prepared to throw him out.

Yisheng remained impassive, her legs crossed as she sat on the sofa, her eyes downcast.

Wen Yi Zhou was completely unaware of the danger, while Wen Ping Sheng beside him was terrified, his heart pounding wildly. He frantically patted his back, "Little... Little brother, let go quickly."

"What Feeling sorry for him" Wen Yi Zhou thought she was pleading for Yi Sheng, and became even angrier.

It was originally just one hand clutching Yisheng's collar, but now it had become two.

Seeing that Wen Yizhou was about to pull Yisheng up from the sofa, Wen Ping Sheng screamed in fright, "Wen Yizhou, let go!!!"

Wen Yi Zhou was startled by his younger sister's high-decibel scream and loosened his grip on Yi Sheng.

“An, Mr. An, let’s talk this out properly. You…you…” Wen Ping Sheng tried hard to swallow, his voice trembling slightly, “My younger brother has already let go. Can you also…also put the scalpel away”

Upon hearing this, Wen Yizhou lowered his head in confusion, only to see a gleaming, sharp surgical knife pressed against his groin!

He didn't even think, and reflexively jumped two steps back, his big hand shielding his vital area. His forehead was visibly covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He had just been grabbing at Yisheng's collar with both hands, and if his sister hadn't stopped him, Yisheng would have been lifted up... Thinking about this, Wen Yizhou broke out in a cold sweat again.

Holy crap! This man is a devil.

"I don't like being touched by strangers," Yisheng patted her clothes wrinkles and said coldly, "If you weren't Ping Sheng's brother..."

Xi Duo's Wen Yi Zhou, upon thinking of his younger sister living amidst constant hardship, looked at Wen Ping Sheng with eyes full of sympathy, pity, and heartache.

"Little brother, it's been a long time since we last saw each other. Let's go to the study and catch up." Wen Ping Sheng squeezed out a smile and pulled Wen Yi Zhou towards the study.

Wen Yi Zhou instinctively wanted to retort, saying they had only met a couple of days ago, so how could it be a long time

But seeing Yisheng sitting on the sand reading, she felt it was very necessary to have a good talk with her younger brother in the study.

In the study

Wen Yi Zhou asked, "Xiao Sheng, has that man always been so terrifying"

Always brandishing a scalpel.

Wen Ping Sheng pondered for a while, shook his head, “Not really, most of the time, he’s pretty easy to talk to.”

Except for that.

"Xiao Sheng, why don't you come back to Kyoto with me That man is too dangerous." Wen Yi Zhou just thinking about the dangerous situation just now, felt a pain in his head.

Wen Ping Sheng thought of how Yi Sheng had previously wanted to go to Kyoto with her, so she shook her head.

If Yisheng went to Kyoto, her several brothers would probably fight with her. Of course, she wasn't worried about Yisheng getting beaten up, but she was worried that if they really fought, her brothers might end up with missing arms and legs, a miserable fate.

After all, she had heard that An Yisheng used to hang out in the underworld and was very skilled in martial arts.

Thus, the imagination of Wen Ping Sheng, rich and vivid, suddenly appeared in his mind. He imagined hundreds of thousands of words about Yi Sheng being a black mafia boss before he turned white.

"Little brother, if you don't provoke him, he won't do anything to you." Wen Ping comforted.

If I were to return to Kyoto and the Inukai household, I would be treated like an idiot by her several older brothers every day. Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Wen Yizhou remained silent for a while, then said, "I'll wait until he's gone and then confiscate all his surgical instruments and other dangerous tools."

"Do you want to die" Wen Ping asked him in a very serious tone, and then warned, "Wen Yi Zhou, you better not touch anything of his, especially medical tools. Otherwise, you won't even know how you die!"

That man cherished his surgical instruments and silver needles as if they were his life. Whoever dared to touch them would face death at his hands.

“.....” Wen Yi Zhou.

This was the first time he saw his sister so serious.

Once again, memories of that man holding a surgical knife to his small boat surfaced.

He pursed his lips, reluctantly agreeing, "I know."heat up under his persistent gaze, a blush creeping onto her heart. 。After about half a minute, she glared at him uncomfortably, "What are you looking at Hurry up and drive." 。"Yes, my dear wife" 。Ta...