Protect

In the vast, white world, it seemed as if he were the only person left in the world. Wen Yan's eyes were hazy as he kept walking forward, but the world seemed boundless, and he could never reach the end.

Squeezing his palm, Wen Yan felt a sense of reality and shouted, "System!"

System: "I am here. Congratulations to the host for completing the task and earning 15 points. Your current points are 80. You have unlocked pain immunity. I hope the host will continue to work hard and overcome difficulties."

Wen Yan felt a surge of joy. With 20 more points, he could stop doing any more tasks and stay in this world.

"Thump!" With a sudden stop, Wen Yan's head hit the car window.

The driver exclaimed in alarm, "Young Master, are you alright? We're home now."

Wen Yan: "It's nothing."

The security guard opened the car door, and Wen Yan got out. Looking at the front door of her house, she was genuinely a little scared.

"Afraid to go in?" A faint voice came from behind.

Wen Yan jumped up in surprise.

Wen Jia laughed heartily, "When did you become so timid? You used to be fearless when you caused trouble in junior high, but now your brother has disciplined you."

Wen Yan patted his heart, relieved it wasn't Wen Ling. He said speechlessly, "Dad, can you change your habit of talking behind people's backs? I thought it was my brother."

"It seems you're more afraid of your brother," Wen Jia's smile deepened, revealing fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but it didn't detract from his handsome appearance at all. "Besides, how can we, father and son, be strangers?"

Wen Jia put his arm around Wen Yan's shoulder and they went back. When they reached the door, Wen Yan swallowed hard. "Dad, you go in first."

"With Dad here, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing Wen Jia's reliable demeanor, Wen Yan felt incredibly safe and his spirits lifted. He immediately opened the door and said, "Brother, Dad and I are back." If he brought Wen Jia out, Wen Ling wouldn't scold him, right?

The bright living room was filled with the aroma of coffee. Wen Ling sat on the sofa drinking coffee. There was a thick stack of documents on the table. Wen Yan secretly glanced at his brother out of the corner of her eye and quietly changed her shoes.

Wenling glanced at him without saying a word, then looked at Wenjia and said, "Dad."

"Hmm." Wen Jia took off her coat and casually hung it on the wooden rack. "You must be tired after a long day without sleep. Go upstairs and get some rest."

"Okay, I'll go up in a bit."

Taking advantage of the moment the two were talking, Wen Yan ran upstairs like a thief.

"Where are you going?" Wen Ling asked, her eyes dark and her hand holding a coffee cup. Her sharp gaze shot towards Wen Yan.

Wen Yan obediently sat down on the sofa, revealing a well-behaved smile, "Go upstairs to sleep?"

Wen Ling slammed the coffee cup back onto the table. "You still know you should sleep? Why didn't you go home to sleep yesterday? Look at your phone, what time is it and you still want to sleep?"

Wen Yan pouted and looked at Wen Jia for help.

Wen Jia's smile remained unchanged. He pointed upstairs, indicating that he wanted to go back to his room to rest.

The empty living room was filled with Wen Ling's voice. Wen Yan listened to the scolding with her head down, but in her heart she was thinking: As expected, Dad can't be relied on.

Did you hear everything I said clearly?

Wen Yan nodded quickly, "I heard you clearly!"

Wen Ling: "Say what I said again."

Uh… he really didn’t listen; it went in one ear and out the other. Wen Yan bit his lip, trying hard to recall what Wen Ling had said last night. He tentatively asked, “Get home before eight o’clock tonight?”

"Yes, you said it yourself."

"No!" Wen Yan wailed as she lunged at Wen Ling, shaking his arm. "It's one thing when we're in school, but who doesn't go out and play on weekends?"

Wen Ling coldly replied, "Haven't you played enough before? You've reminded me. From now on, you'll come with me to the company on weekends to learn something."

Wen Yan shook his head frantically, "I'm not going, I'm not going! I just want to be a carefree young master who can do whatever he wants." Actually, he just wanted to go out and have fun. Managing the company and all that, he could think about that after he graduated from university.

Wen Yan poked his forehead. "They say poverty doesn't diminish ambition, so how much less ambition can you have now that you're rich? It's settled then."

"Waaaaah." Faced with Wen Ling's dictatorship, Wen Yan lay on Wen Ling and pretended to cry, praying that he would have a change of heart and spare him, but after crying for a long time, Wen Ling did not show any reaction.

He stopped performing and said with a fawning expression, "Brother, didn't you sleep all night? I'll give you a massage, and then you can have a good night's sleep."

Wen Ling glanced at him and said, "Forget it, you should just stay at home."

The burly men behind her followed closely. Wen Yan stopped and said, "I'm just going to do a boxing match. Are you all going to follow me?"

The bodyguard said respectfully, "I'm sorry, young master, this is the eldest young master's order. Whenever you leave the house, we must stay by your side."

"Sigh." Wen Yan suddenly felt that the air was not fresh anymore, and she walked dejectedly towards the boxing gym.

The boxing ring in the center was brightly lit, while the surrounding area was oppressively dark. Lin Jiapeng was still sweating on the ring, shirtless, his well-defined muscles on full display.

Sensing footsteps behind him, Lin Jiapeng turned around and smiled, "You're here?"

Wenyan: "Yes, I'm here."

Upon seeing the two tall and imposing figures behind Wen Yan, Lin Jiapeng stopped moving. "What's going on?"

Wen Yan put on her boxing gloves. "My brother hired them to monitor me. Just pretend they don't exist."

Pressing down the ropes and leaping into the boxing ring, Wen Yan took a light breath, her eyes fixed intently on the worn-out sandbag, and her first punch displayed astonishing power.

A barrage of fists rained down, and the sandbag, unable to bear the weight, had its cotton and linen fabric torn apart, with fine sand falling off in a flurry.

“Hey,” Lin Jiapeng walked over, “Are you taking your anger out on it? Get a leather one, it’ll be sturdier. Look at this cloth one, you’ve practically torn it to shreds.”

After venting her anger, Wen Yan stopped, stared at Lin Jiapeng, and said, "How about you fight me?"

"Huh?" Lin Jiapeng, who was drinking water, choked and spat it out of his mouth. "Are you serious?"

Wen Yan leaned against the ropes and said, "I've been practicing for so long, but I haven't even fought anyone yet. I don't feel any sense of accomplishment."

Lin Jiapeng stood up, dried himself with a towel, put on his clothes and boxing gloves. "Then you've got the wrong person."

The two put on their protective gear and stood opposite each other, their eyes like those of tigers and wolves, devouring each other. The leather under their feet creaked as they waited for the other to strike.

Lin Chia-peng is Wen-yen's coach. He knows very well where Wen-yen's weaknesses are: too little training, poor stamina, not much abdominal muscle, and not resistant to beatings.

He launched the first attack, which Wenyan easily dodged. Although Wenyan didn't know where his weakness was, he could slowly wear him down and find his weak point.

As he turned his body, Wen Yan kicked out with her foot and hooked his foot, but Lin Jiapeng did not move an inch.

This guy has a really solid foundation.

The next second, Lin Jiapeng used the momentum to flip him to the ground. Just as Lin Jiapeng was about to hold him down, he used his waist and abdomen to squeeze his neck with his legs and twisted it forcefully, breaking free from the restraints.

"Not bad." Lin Jiapeng's eyes gleamed with cunning as he quickly moved closer to him.

Wen Yan was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, her eyes fixed on his movements.

The next day, Wenyan arrived at school with a bruised and battered face.

Mosa was shocked when she saw his face. "Who beat you up like this?"

Wen Yan shook her head. "This is training, not fighting."

Sanno pressed his bruised forehead. "Is the training that intense?"

"Ouch!" Wen Yan brushed her hand away. "Ouch!"

Lin Pianyue pointed at Lin Jiapeng's face and shouted, "How come you got hit too?"

Lin Jiapeng forced a slight smile, his lips twitching. "Training."

Mosa looked at Wenyan and then at him, "You two got beaten up together?"

Sanno rolled her eyes at her. "Don't you understand? They were clearly fighting each other!"

Wen Yan and Lin Jiapeng were too lazy to explain and let them spread rumors.

Yesterday's match against Lin Chia-peng made Wen-yen realize how poor his physical condition was, and he needs to intensify his training in the coming days.

During the break, Su Jibai, knowing about their "fight" the day before, wrapped a hot egg in a handkerchief and applied it to his wound.

A hot egg rolled on his forehead as Wen Yan vividly reenacted his return home after camping with Su Jibai, accusing his brother of exercising dictatorial rule over him.

Su Jibai couldn't help but chuckle, "You're not allowed to go out anymore?"

“Going out again,” Wen Yan angrily poked at the white paper with the tip of her pen, “Going out means going to the company!”

"Luckily there are no missions yet, otherwise I wouldn't know how to get out of the house." Wen Yan sighed. "They're keeping a close eye on me now. Even when I go out to box, my brother arranges for bodyguards to watch me. I have to go home immediately after the fight, and I don't even have time to talk to anyone."

"Going out to have dinner with Mosa and the others is even more impossible. The moment I mention my brother, he tells me to order takeout."

Su Jibai rubbed his head. "There must be a reason why Brother Ling has been so strict with you lately."

Wen Yan looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

“Wen Ling went abroad recently, he must have found something. He’s been testing Ji Huaixuan with what he found out lately.” Su Jibai’s eyes were dark and unreadable. “Ji Huaixuan has been so busy with Wen Ling that he hasn’t had time to go see Liu Xirou.”

Wen Yan murmured, "So my brother was protecting me."

Wen Ling probably didn't want him to worry, which is why she hadn't mentioned these things to him. He also couldn't be a useless teammate wandering around outside and causing trouble for Wen Ling.

He only needed 20 more points to complete the mission, and there should only be one or two missions left. Ji Huaixuan was definitely the final boss. Recalling what had happened before, Wen Yan felt a chill run down his spine. This man was ruthless and vicious; he absolutely could not let his guard down. If he caught him, not only would he fail to complete the mission, but the Wen family would also be doomed.

Lin Jiapeng watched the two's intimate actions and felt a pang of jealousy. The more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt. He closed his bright, sharp eyes, and the two figures disappeared from his world.

If he confesses his feelings to Wenyan first, will Wenyan accept him?

Judging from Wen Yan's open and generous manner towards him, even a ghost could tell that Wen Yan had always considered him a good friend.

Lin Jiapeng was even more jealous when he heard Wen Yan's clear laughter again.

Why don't we go abroad?