Just as the pen tip was about to pierce her skin—
Bang!
The bedroom door was kicked open from the outside.
The thunderous crash jolted Wen Zhi's nerves. Her hand froze mid-air as she turned toward the doorway.
For a moment, she stared in disbelief.
…Mo Tingyan?
No.
That couldn't be right.
She hadn't had the chance to contact him. He had no idea she'd been taken.
There was no way he could be here.
It had to be the drug in her system.
A hallucination. Definitely a hallucination.
Her fingers tightened around the pen.
Yet in the next instant, the man she thought was an illusion rushed straight toward her.
The moment Mo Tingyan saw what she was about to do, his gaze darkened violently. Without hesitation, he lunged forward to snatch the pen from her hand.
Wen Zhi's pupils shrank. Acting purely on instinct, she stabbed forward—
The pen plunged into Mo Tingyan's arm.
Blood bloomed instantly.
But he didn't retreat.
He simply grabbed her wrist firmly, refusing to let go.
Wen Zhi's gaze slid from the blood seeping down his sleeve… to his face.
She squeezed her eyes shut hard.
Why was it still his face?
She couldn't touch a man right now.
She was on the verge of losing her mind.
She struggled violently, trying to escape, shouting hoarsely,
"Who are you?! Let go of me—get away!"
Mo Tingyan crouched in front of her, eyes blazing with murderous fury as he looked at the blood on her hands. Yet his voice was forced into calm.
"Zhangzhu, don't be afraid. It's me."
At that moment, two men rushed in from outside and swiftly restrained Jin Guolun.
"What are you people doing?!" Jin Guolun shouted furiously. "This is private property—how dare you break in—"
Before he could finish, he was dragged out like a sack of trash.
Wen Zhi never took her eyes off the man in front of her. Her voice trembled as she asked,
"What… did you just call me?"
Mo Tingyan lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek, his voice low and steady.
"I called you Zhangzhu. And on the left side of your chest, there's a heart-shaped birthmark."
That single sentence—
Was enough.
All her defenses collapsed in an instant.
Mo Tingyan moved decisively, lifting her into his arms and laying her gently onto the bed beside him. The air in the room shifted, instantly drenched in heated intimacy.
More than half an hour later, though the drug still lingered in her body, Wen Zhi's consciousness slowly returned.
This wasn't home.
Being in this place made her whole body tense and uncomfortable.
She reached up weakly, pressing a hand against Mo Tingyan's shoulder, her voice soft and hoarse.
"I want to go home."
Mo Tingyan immediately stopped. Understanding the disgust and hatred in her heart, he nodded without hesitation. He helped her dress, carefully supporting her weakened body as he guided her downstairs.
The moment Wen Zhi reached the living room, she froze.
So many people.
Wen Renhao, Su Nanying, Jin Guolun, and the two suited men were all bound and pressed to the floor, guarded by more than a dozen rough-looking men.
She turned to look at Mo Tingyan. A thousand questions surged in her heart—but now wasn't the time.
Because the instant they stepped down, Wen Renhao's furious roar rang out.
"Who the hell are you?! How dare you break into my house and treat me and my guest like this! I'll call the police—I'll sue you!"
Mo Tingyan looked at him, his expression wicked and cruel as he was about to speak—
But Wen Zhi stepped forward, placing herself in front of him.
Her eyes burned with hatred as she stared at her father. Though her body was weak, her voice was unwavering.
"Call the police. Perfect. I wanted to do that too."
She took another step forward.
"Someone drugged me with intent to harm. The residue in my system can be tested at the hospital anytime. I called for help in self-defense and had all the criminals detained."
Then she laughed coldly.
"Mr. Wen, how about after we get to the police station, we take this public?
Wen Renhao conspiring with the Jin family's CEO, selling his own daughter for profit—do you think that headline will explode nationwide?"
She stared at him mercilessly.
"After all, fathers as heartless as you are… are rare."
Wen Renhao glared at her, furious yet silent.
Because he knew—
If this truly went to the police, he was the one with blood on his hands.
The drug still burned through Wen Zhi's body, making her dizzy and weak. She had no strength left to deal with these filthy people.
She stepped back, leaning heavily into Mo Tingyan's chest.
"Let's go," she murmured. "This place is too dirty."
Mo Tingyan scooped her into his arms without another word. He cast a cold glance at the human vermin on the floor, signaled to his men, and strode out.
She didn't know—
That the moment they left the villa, brutal punches, screams, and desperate begging echoed through the Wen family's living room.
In the car, Mo Tingyan fastened Wen Zhi's seatbelt. Seeing her flushed face, he turned the air conditioning up and spoke gently.
"Hold on a little longer. We'll be home soon."
Wen Zhi nodded weakly with her eyes closed, but the heat in her body surged again, her brows knitting painfully.
Mo Tingyan paused.
"…Damn."
Like this, how could she make it home?
The villa area was remote, and it was already past nine. No one would pass by.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, reclined her seat—and kissed her.
More than half an hour later, across from the Wen family villa, an Audi slowly came to a stop.
Mo Tingjue got out hurriedly.
Earlier, Wen Xue had called him, insisting that Wen Zhi was fooling around with another man at the Wen house for money.
"My parents won't let me go home tonight," she'd sworn.
"If you don't believe me, go see for yourself."
Mo Tingjue didn't believe her.
But he still came.
He walked quickly toward the gate—but after only a few steps, a familiar sound drifted from a car parked under the streetlight nearby.
Mo Tingjue stopped abruptly.
He turned sharply toward the vehicle.
In the passenger seat—
That silhouette…
That voice…
It was unmistakably—
Wen Zhi.
His fists clenched as he strode forward.
He had to know.
Who was the man who dared make her betray him?
He would kill that bastard.
The outline grew clearer and clearer—
Just as he reached the car, the man inside, moving rhythmically, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.
And when Mo Tingjue met those eyes through the window—
Eyes he knew too well—
His entire body froze.