Chapter Forty-Four: Obsession
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Wen Zhuo paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the message. She tossed her phone aside and didn't reply.
Wen Zhaoye, on the other end of the line, didn't get a response from her. He turned to look at Xie Huai's phone and saw that Wen Zhuo wasn't talking to Xie Huai anymore, so his expression softened a bit.
Xie Huai also put away her phone, turned to look at him, and said in a tactful tone, "Aren't you being too controlling of her?"
Wen Zhaoye lowered his eyes and looked at his lock screen. It showed Wen Zhuo sleeping soundly. She was completely enveloped in the blankets, and upon closer inspection, he could see that part of her body was overlapping with the bed.
When Wen Zhuo fell asleep, he couldn't control his power. He would go to her place every night, sometimes sleeping with her, sometimes just standing by and watching her sleeping face. Even though he knew what Wen Zhuo was doing every moment, and even though he monitored Wen Zhuo's phone, he still felt it wasn't enough.
Wen Zhaoye glanced at Xie Huai, who was now swirling his wine glass. His earlier embarrassment had eased considerably. Xie Huai observed Wen Zhaoye's expression with a probing look. He had always thought that Wen Zhaoye's feelings for his sister were just an obsession born from a long-term obsession, and that once Wen Zhuo returned, his feelings would naturally return to normalcy.
But ever since he realized that Wen Zhuo's phone was being monitored by Wen Zhaoye, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Was Wen Zhaoye's affection for her truly just an obsession? Were they really just like siblings?
He dared not think too deeply about it.
“She has a lively personality, but her health hasn’t been very stable lately, so she needs to rest at home more,” Wen Zhaoye said slowly.
Xie Huai nodded without saying anything, but he thought to himself that with Wen Zhuo's personality, he was probably not resting at home, but rather destroying the house.
"Have you made any progress on what I asked you to investigate last time?" Wen Zhaoye looked down at his phone again, and finally Wen Zhuo's ghostly figure appeared on the screen, making a face at the camera.
Wen Zhaoye's expression softened, and he suddenly felt a sense of urgency, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
Xie Huai hesitated, "Wen Zhaoye, are you sure? This is very disadvantageous for you. Even if you have a lot of yang energy, you can't withstand this kind of drain."
Wen Zhaoye looked at him: "You found it?"
Xie Huaicheng shook his head honestly: "No."
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
Xie Huai chuckled: "I'm just telling you to think it over. Your sister probably wouldn't agree anyway. I feel like she's quite comfortable being a ghost."
Wen Zhaoye shook his head. No, Wen Zhuo loves to go out and chat with people. She has always been outgoing and can't live without people. She is always the focus of attention in a crowd, like a sun that spontaneously radiates heat.
Sooner or later she will be unhappy, sooner or later she will not be able to accept it, and sooner or later she will leave him.
He just hoped the process would be slower, much slower.
***
Wen Zhuo slowly floated back to her room, making a face at the monitor as she passed by.
Wen Zhaoye used some unknown method to trap her here. Logically speaking, she should no longer be bound by this villa, but when she tried to go out, she was still forcibly confined inside the villa.
She actually wanted to ask Xie Huai about this, but before she could even ask, she realized something was wrong.
She put her hands behind her head and sighed.
What's wrong with Wen Zhaoye? He's so unpredictable. I was away on a business trip for a week and didn't contact him. Now he's acting crazy and wants to lock himself up.
Alas, a man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
She stood with her legs crossed, holding her hair in her hand. She looped her hair around her fingers, idly circling it, and then rested her face on her hand in distress. How could her sunny, cheerful, and annoying brother have become so perverted?
She recalled Wen Zhaoye's appearance before her death, which was similar to his normal appearance now. He liked to smile and tease her in front of her, and the two of them were always playing around together. After that incident, their playful interactions easily took a different turn.
They ended up fighting on the bed.
Wen Zhu shook his head, sending the yellow waste material flying.
She used to think that Wen Zhaoye's feelings for her were due to obsession, but after so much time, Wen Zhaoye not only did not become normal, but became even more neurotic. Wen Zhuo could feel her yin energy increasing every day.
Now she thinks that Wen Zhaoye might love her.
His emotions were too complex and too natural, so Wen Zhuo never thought about it deeply. She only felt that her brother was stimulated by her death.
Therefore, his intimate actions were a continuation of what she had done before her death, a compensation, and a expression of guilt. Although Wen Zhuo never felt that her death was related to Wen Zhaoye, she knew that Wen Zhaoye did not think so.
Wen Zhaoye will definitely feel guilty.
She rolled over, and the thick blanket covered her head. A small bulge, the size of her head, appeared on the plain-colored blanket, and something inside was thrashing and beating it.
This is such a hassle!
After a while, having vented his anger, Wen Zhu kicked off the blanket, took out his phone from the side, and asked Wen Zhaoye when he would be back.
She had just sent it when Wen Zhaoye immediately responded.
[Brother: Missed me?]
Wen Zhuo frowned, raised his head, and looked around the room. He successfully spotted a surveillance camera that wasn't well hidden and glared at it fiercely.
[Brother: On my way, will be there in five minutes.]
[It's raining today: Don't come back, take your surveillance cameras and get out!]
Wen Zhu stared at the message she had sent, paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and then withdrew it.
Her brother is always insecure, and she's a good sister, so it's only natural for her to take care of her brain-dead brother!
She typed with such force that she almost shattered the screen, holding her breath.
You retracted a message.
[It's raining today: Hmm.]
Ahhhhhh.
Wen Zhuo immediately threw her phone away as if she had been burned, kicking and thrashing her legs on the bed, almost kicking a hole in the blanket. She writhed on the bed like a worm.
How embarrassing, how cheesy, let me die.
Oh, I was already dead.
Let me live!
Soon, all movement under the covers ceased. A pale hand emerged from under the covers, swept across the bed, and, finding no phone, extended its arm further out.
Her fingernails touched a familiar texture, and she quickly grasped it, then swiftly retreated under the covers with her prize.
Light shone from under the covers, and Wen Zhuo peeked at Wen Zhaoye's reply through her fingers, thinking that Wen Zhaoye was definitely going to laugh at her.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhaoye didn't reply at all!
Wen Zhuo got angry and threw her phone out of the blanket. Suddenly, it was caught by another hand. That hand was fair and strong, twice the size of Wen Zhuo's hand, and the well-defined fingers easily held it in the palm.
Wen Zhuo started rolling around in the blankets again, occasionally cursing Wen Zhaoye and saying things like he wanted to drag him out and behead him.
She rolled it around for a while, then suddenly realized that she seemed to have thrown the phone too far, and she could no longer hear it vibrating.
She started sneakily searching for her phone again, acting like a thief even in her own room.
With her eyes closed, she increased the dexterity of her fingers. She knew the layout of her bed well, her fingertips brushing over the rubber bands piled on the headboard, the odds and ends, the clothes she had changed, and finally touching something warm.
She was a little confused; she even had toys that could heat up?
Curious, she reached out and grasped it, but it pulled back. A warmth so different from her own suddenly settled between her fingers, causing her pupils to constrict sharply. She abruptly threw back the covers—
Wen Zhaoye held her fingers, the sunlight casting a warm orange-yellow hue on his black hair. His handsome face wore a faint smile as he looked down at her.
I miss you too.
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