Luo Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the woman who was squatting in front of the wheelchair and looking at him.

He had just arrived home when she came back; she must have rushed back as soon as she saw it was raining.

Let's abandon Wen Yishu too.

He was her first choice.

Even though she was soaked to the bone, she didn't care; her eyes were only on him, and she couldn't hide her worry.

Luo Shi reached out and gently brushed the wet hair on her cheek behind her ear. Looking down at her, a novel and warm feeling was growing in his heart. His gaze became more and more fierce, and the gesture of gently stroking her face turned into pinching her chin with increasing force.

He wished he could crush her in his own hands.

"Luo Shi..." Jiang Fei called out to him softly, without avoiding him.

The next second, Luo Shi suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips. At first, he just touched them, but after Jiang Fei gently moved her red lips, his body trembled, his breath hitched, and then he opened his teeth and bit her lower lip until he smelled the rusty taste of blood before he let go.

"It hurts," Jiang Fei murmured softly.

Luo Shi's previously dazed eyes suddenly cleared, and she looked at Jiang Fei in disbelief, leaning back slightly with her wheelchair, which made a soft creak.

Jiang Fei's originally pale face flushed red. She glanced at him, pursed her red lips, walked to the table next to her, and picked up the medicine: "You want this?"

Luo Shi continued to stare at her, without saying a word.

Jiang Fei glanced at the instructions for use: "This medicine is for pain relief, and you need to massage it to promote absorption." She paused for a moment, then added, "Let me apply the medicine for you."

After saying that, she was about to roll up his left trouser leg.

Luo Shi quickly dodged to the side, his voice icy: "What are you doing?"

“You don’t have the strength to massage right now,” Jiang Fei said, looking at his trembling legs and pursing her lips. “Your assistant and driver have both left.”

"I don't need you..."

“You’ll feel pain,” Jiang Fei interrupted him, looking up into his eyes.

Luo Shi lowered her head. Her eyes were like glass, clean and transparent, yet one couldn't help but want to drop a drop of ink into that purity and destroy it.

Jiang Fei lowered her head, placed his calves on the soft sofa beside her, rubbed them with her hand through the thin fabric, and then slowly rolled up his trouser legs.

Luo Shi suddenly snapped back to reality: "Jiang Fei..."

The rest of his angry words remained stuck in his throat.

Jiang Fei has already seen it.

His most despicable and wretched part.

Jiang Fei also looked at Luo Shi's left leg without saying anything.

His left leg was very white, so white that it was completely devoid of any color, and you could even see the blue veins clearly. You could even feel the blood surging within the veins.

However, on the deathly pale legs were shocking scars. Below the atrophied calves were the marks left after amputation above the ankle, a horrifying, mutilated limb.

Luo Shi's body was tense, his legs involuntarily curled up, filled with a deep sense of self-loathing and inferiority. He was like a frightened rabbit, or a demon watching everything from the shadows, and he didn't utter a word.

Jiang Fei reached out and gently stroked his calf: "Really ugly."

That was the truth, but she had to admit that it was precisely her imperfections that created Luo Shi's current beauty, which was both sickly and sinister.

Dangerous yet alluring.

Luo Shi's gaze suddenly turned sinister.

He has a million ways to torment the woman who said those words.

But the next second, she suddenly looked up, her eyes slightly red: "It must have hurt a lot back then."

Luo Shi stared into her eyes, stunned, and the ruthlessness he had just felt gradually dissipated.

Did it hurt a lot at the time?

He didn't really remember much anymore, only that when the car ran over his left leg, the leg instantly went numb with pain; he only remembered the feeling of sticky, warm blood flowing down his limbs and through his leg; he remembered the panic around him and how Luo Wan crawled to his side crying.

When he woke up again, the doctor pronounced him "death sentence".

He will be crippled forever.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Jiang Fei murmured, her soft voice offering comfort.

She applied ointment to his legs and gently massaged them.

Jiang Fei's palms were very warm, and the warmth gradually seeped into her bones, eroding the original coldness.

Her voice was also low and soft, just like that night—the night she first warmed his legs with her hands.

"Alright." Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and pulled down Luo Shi's trouser leg.

Luo Shi lowered her eyelashes and glanced at her left leg, where the warmth of her palm still lingered. It felt like ants crawling over it, causing a slight itch that tingled in her heart, yet she couldn't scratch it, making her restless and uneasy, yet strangely captivated by it.

“Inside the bedside table,” he suddenly said.

Jiang Fei asked in confusion, "What?"

Luo Shi paused for a moment, then continued, "There's medicine there."

Jiang Fei walked to the bedside table, opened it, and saw a tube of ointment. She picked it up and handed it to Luo Shi: "Do you want it?"

Luo Shi didn't look at her, his pale, translucent fingers unscrewing the cap of the ointment: "Turn around."

Jiang Fei: "Hmm?"

"Turn around," Luo Shi frowned slightly, "Can you apply the medicine yourself?"

Jiang Fei suddenly remembered the iron rod that had hit her back; she hadn't felt it at all and had almost forgotten about it.

"How did you know?" she asked softly, sitting on the sofa where he had just put his legs up, turning her back to him.

Luo Shi paused, holding the ointment: "I'm just lame, not blind."

As he spoke, he gently unzipped the back of her long dress, his breathing slightly constricted.

Her back was fair, and her waist was slender, like a piece of white jade that glowed faintly under the light. Especially on her shoulder blade, there was a light and delicate little mole that trembled as her skin tightened slightly due to nervousness.

However, a glaring scar ran across her snow-white skin.

It was a wound she sustained while protecting Wen Yishu.

Luo Shi frowned and increased the pressure when applying the ointment, but quickly realized what was happening and returned the pressure to normal, but her movements became much faster.

Jiang Fei could sense Luo Shi's emotional change, but she lowered her eyes to hide the smile in them.

Luo Shi's favorability rating: 15.

...

The Wen family.

Sister Li held her phone, her eyes filled with anxiety as she watched the rain outside.

Mr. Wen hasn't returned by now, and we can't get through to him on the phone. I'm afraid something else has happened to him.

After waiting for a while, just as she was about to make another call, she suddenly saw a figure slowly walking out from under the streetlights in the villa courtyard.

The man's suit was soaked, his usually meticulously combed hair was now disheveled, and his usual gentle and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of disarray and panic.

Sister Li was taken aback, looked closely, and hurriedly ran out with her umbrella: "Mr. Wen, why did you come back in the rain?"

Wen Yishu's eyes flickered, and she turned to look at the person beside her, smiling elegantly as usual: "Sister Li, you should go and rest first..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence, and Wen Yishu reached out to touch the corner of his lips that were curving upwards. He had gotten used to wearing this mask in front of everyone.

Except for one person.

Except for...

Wen Yishu's breath hitched for a second, then she seemed to remember something and strode towards the study.

On the desk, two books lay quietly, the two books Jiang Fei had once given him, which were also the rare moments when he could relax.

What did he give Jiang Fei?

And... a bank card that would force her to leave Jincheng.

My heart suddenly ached.

Wen Yishu's face was pale.

What hurts me isn't the game itself, but her choice.

She chose Luo Shi.

He turned away resolutely, not caring about the injury on his back.

Kolo was using her too!

Wen Yishu coughed softly.

"Is Mr. Wen willing to marry her?" Luo Shi once asked him this question.

At that time, he had almost never thought about getting married. He had witnessed the decay of marriages and had no desire for them whatsoever.

But……

Wen Yishu took out her bank card and gripped it tightly.

He was even somewhat relieved that Jiang Fei hadn't accepted it and had chosen to leave.

Because he didn't want her to leave.

Wen Yishu took out her phone, turned it on, and dialed a familiar number.

...

Jiang Fei was taking a relaxing bath when she received Wen Yishu's call.

The injury on her back didn't hurt, but her body felt very uncomfortable from being soaked in the rain. Fortunately, she had a good harvest, and her mood improved accordingly.

Wen Yishu's favorability rating has surpassed liking and has reached the boundary of liking and loving, at 80.

Luo Shi's favorability rating also reached 15.

Even Cheng Ji, whom she had only met once, had her favorability rating inexplicably rise to 10.

A day that went too smoothly.

The phone rang at that moment.

"Hello?" she answered casually.

"..." The phone was quiet, with only the sound of soft breathing coming through.

"Brother Wen?" Jiang Fei called softly.

Wen Yishu asked, "Have you applied medicine to the wound on your back?"

Jiang Fei responded softly, "Mm."

Wen Yishu remained silent. He wanted to ask, "Who gave you the medicine?" but knowing the answer, why ask again?

"Do you have time tomorrow?" he asked.

Jiang Fei hesitated for a few seconds: "Is there something you need?"

"Six o'clock tomorrow night, same place, the rooftop of the restaurant," Wen Yishu smiled. "Feifei, I'll be waiting for you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fei tossed it aside, wrapped herself in her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom, looking at the night view outside the window.

In the original story, Wen Yishu and the original owner's interactions gradually faded after the original owner fell in love with Luo Shi, and after Luo Shi proposed to the original owner, they never spent time alone together again.

Now, Wen Yishu has made an appointment with her...

Jiang Fei glanced towards the master bedroom and subtly curled her lips into a smile.

She was really looking forward to it.

A day and a night pass by quickly.

The next evening, Jiang Fei took one last look at herself in the mirror and set off for the restaurant on time.

The restaurant staff already recognized her and escorted her to the top floor before leaving with a smile.

Today, the rooftop is still that glass room, where you can look up and see the starry sky and the bustling night view in the distance.

Yet it was somewhat different, seemingly more luxurious, with the wall lamps embedded around the room lit up, and a faint floral fragrance filling the entire room.

Wen Yishu stood quietly in the middle, wearing a sharp black velvet suit. He was tall and slender, like a noble prince in an oil painting. However, his face was pale and he looked somewhat weak. Instead of his usual faint smile, his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was nervous.

Jiang Fei walked closer: "Brother Wen?"

Wen Yishu looked at her earnestly: "Feifei, how is your injury?"

Jiang Fei smiled, her eyes narrowed: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Wen Yishu looked at the smile on her lips, and after a long while, reached out and touched the corner of her lips.

Jiang Fei's eyelashes fluttered: "Brother Wen, what's wrong?"

Wen Yishu paused for a moment, then took out a black brocade box from her pocket, gently opened it, and a diamond ring sparkled under the light:

"Feifei, will you marry me?"

He knew that only marriage could end this game for Luo Shi. He lost the moment he softened and couldn't bear to hurt Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei looked on in surprise and took two steps back.

Wen Yishu's breathing became cautious: "Feifei, let's get married."

Jiang Fei was silent for two seconds: "Brother Wen..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the wheelchair slowly stepped out. Luo Shi lowered his gaze, supported himself as he walked out of the wheelchair, looking as if he had just come from hell, toying with a voice recorder in his hand.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on Jiang Fei, then swept over the ring with a sinister look, before laughing: "Mr. Wen has really gone to great lengths."

As she spoke, Luo Shi gently pressed the recorder, and a familiar, clear voice came through:

"...Old Master Xie is stubborn and will never change his mind once he has made up his mind. Getting close to Miss Jiang is a last resort. But even if I don't love Miss Jiang, I will take care of her, or after her engagement with Xie Chi is dissolved and she is no longer a threat to Wanwan, I will send her away from Jincheng and never let her come back here again."