Wen Zhi thought he was still injured.
At first, she tried her best to avoid Mo Tingyan's teasing, worried his body couldn't handle it.
But Mo Tingyan never accepted "no" as an option.
Fully powered up, no brakes, no mercy—
he left her completely drained.
Seeing how energetic he was afterward, Wen Zhi finally believed he really wasn't seriously hurt.
She lay in bed for a while, rested up, then went to the kitchen to make dinner.
Half an hour later, the rice bowls were ready.
Mo Tingyan sat at the dining table—but didn't move his chopsticks.
She poured him a glass of water.
"Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating?"
Mo Tingyan looked like a fragile beauty who couldn't care for himself, rubbing his arm weakly.
"Zhangzhu… I think they kicked my arm earlier. The pain's coming back now. I can't lift my chopsticks."
He turned to her, eyes full of expectation.
"Feed me?"
Wen Zhi stared at him.
"Stop lying."
When he had pinned her to the bed earlier, he didn't look like someone with an injured arm.
Mo Tingyan only smiled, leaned closer, and obediently opened his mouth—
a perfect picture of a man waiting to be fed.
Wen Zhi: "..."
"Did you act like this with your ex-girlfriends too?" she asked flatly.
"Didn't they beat you?"
"Zhangzhu, domestic violence is illegal," he said seriously.
"Ouch… my arm really hurts. Just feed me, hm?"
Too lazy to argue with his shameless act, Wen Zhi picked up his bowl and spooned a mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Mo Tingyan's brows lifted slightly, satisfaction written all over his face.
That night, under the excuse of "in case something sudden happens to me,"
Mo Tingyan successfully occupied Wen Zhi's bed.
For once, she didn't kick him out.
He had originally planned to deal with the mastermind behind everything the very next day.
But seeing Wen Zhi taking such careful care of him—
he enjoyed it far too much.
Dealing with Wen Renhao?
That could wait.
He'd enjoy himself for a few more days first.
The next morning, when they went downstairs, they discovered their car had been splashed with paint.
Wen Zhi's anger flared, but Mo Tingyan remained relaxed.
"As long as we don't react, they lose."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Come on. Brother will take you to work by taxi."
As they walked, he called the dealership, calmly asking them to tow the car for cleaning.
The very next day, the car was returned spotless.
As usual, Mo Tingyan drove Wen Zhi to work.
He was talking about company matters when suddenly a car overtook them—and cut him off.
Then another.
And another.
More cars boxed them in, clearly determined to cause an accident.
Wen Zhi immediately knew who was behind it.
Her heart sank.
Yesterday's vandalism, she could endure.
But this?
Was he trying to kill someone now?
As one car began deliberately scraping against theirs, Mo Tingyan's gaze turned sharp.
Wen Zhi was still in the car.
They really dared?
"Zhangzhu, hold on," he said calmly.
"Brother's going to show you a drift."
She instantly grabbed the handle above her head.
Mo Tingyan slammed the accelerator into a narrow gap, surged forward, then cut sharply across lanes—
left, right, switch—
cleanly shaking off the pursuing cars.
He rerouted and drove straight to the airport.
Not a trace of anger touched his mood.
"These small fries really don't know what I do for a living," he scoffed.
"Competing with me in driving? They're not even qualified."
But Wen Zhi couldn't calm down anymore.
This time it was a car accident.
What about next time?
All day long, her emotions stayed heavy and dark.
After the flight ended, she sent Mo Tingyan a message—
Something came up. You go back first.
He asked where she was going.
She didn't reply.
Wen Zhi hailed a taxi and went straight back to the Wen family home.
In the living room, Su Nanying was startled when she saw Wen Zhi.
She turned to Wen Renhao.
"Husband… Xiao Zhi is back."
Wen Renhao had already guessed why.
Thinking about how badly he'd been messing with that poor bastard lately, he sneered.
"What are you looking at me for? Open the door. Let her in."
Su Nanying, knowing he was forcing Wen Zhi to marry President Jin, quickly opened it.
Wen Zhi walked in—
a thick wooden stick gripped in her hand, picked up from the roadside.
Seeing her posture—
Su Nanying immediately shrank behind Wen Renhao, acting delicate and frightened.
"Xiao Zhi, you rarely come home… why are you looking so aggressive?"
Wen Zhi didn't spare her a glance.
Her gaze—full of hatred—locked onto Wen Renhao.
He snorted coldly.
"What are you planning to do with a stick? I'm your father. You think you dare hit me?
Is this how your stubborn mother taught you to respect elders?"
Wen Zhi withdrew her icy gaze.
She didn't answer.
She stepped into the living room—
raised the stick—
and started smashing.
The expensive potted plants.
The antique vases on the display shelves.
The wine cabinet filled with bottles Wen Renhao had hoarded for years.
The television.
Everything breakable—
she destroyed it all.
The sound of shattering echoed violently.
Soil, ceramic shards, and wine flooded the floor.
Su Nanying screamed in agony over the losses.
Wen Renhao exploded.
He rushed forward, grabbed Wen Zhi's wrist, eyes bulging with rage.
"You unfilial beast! What kind of madness are you bringing back here?!"
Wen Zhi shook him off violently and smashed the stick down by his feet—
"A beast?" she laughed coldly.
"President Wen is absolutely right. I am the beast you gave birth to.
How does someone like you deserve a normal daughter?"
From the side, Su Nanying watched them clash, delight flickering in her eyes.
Her mouth, however, dripped false concern.
"Xiao Zhi, how can you talk to your father like that?
Xiao Xue and Xiao Yu never disobey him.
You being this unreasonable—won't it hurt your father's—"
Before she could finish—
Smack!
Wen Zhi turned and slapped her hard across the face.
"There's no place for a mistress to speak here!"
The sound rang sharp and clear.
Su Nanying's head buzzed violently before she even registered what happened.
She stumbled to Wen Renhao's side, clinging to his arm and wailing.
"Husband! Look at her! I only meant well—how could she hit me?
I'm her elder!"
Wen Renhao was furious beyond measure.
He shoved Wen Zhi's shoulder.
"You animal who curses her father and beats her mother!
This is your mother—how dare you hit her?!"
"My mother is dead!" Wen Zhi roared.
"If you want her to be my mother—then let her die first!"
"You—!"
Wen Renhao raised his hand to strike her.
Wen Zhi lifted her face.
Her eyes were icy, crimson, filled with killing intent—
locked onto him without flinching.
Something in that gaze stunned him.
His raised hand froze in midair.
Wen Zhi sneered.
Her blood-red eyes bored into his as she spoke through clenched teeth, every word soaked in hatred.
"You think these filthy tricks will make you succeed?
I'm telling you right now—
from this moment on, I, Wen Zhi, will fight you to mutual destruction.
I will never let you have your way."
"Just wait and see."
She turned, eyes cold as frost, and walked out without looking back.
But when she reached the front gate—
and saw the figure standing outside—
Wen Zhi froze.