Chapter Eleven: The Kiss
Chapter Ten
Today is the first day that Wen Zhaoye is away. He fed her blood early in the morning and then left in a hurry after receiving a phone call. Before Wen Zhu could express her opinion, his instructions fell like rain.
"Stay at home and don't go outside the villa. Don't wander around."
"Don't get yourself dirty."
"I'll be back around noon. Call me if you get hungry."
Wen Zhaoye smoothed Wen Zhuo's hair, lightly tapping her forehead with his knuckles. He then looked at the gloomy sky outside the door and said slowly, "The weather is nice today, we can play a little longer."
Wen Zhuo deeply agreed. She stood in front of him, unusually standing on the ground to talk to him, and looked up at his face. He said he was going to leave, but his hand was still holding hers and he wouldn't let go.
He always made many small gestures, touching her face, tidying her hair, straightening her clothes, and only when he couldn't find a place to touch her again would he slowly let go and say to her, "I'm leaving now, I'll be back at noon, stay home and be good."
Influenced by the atmosphere, Wen Zhuo lowered his head, looked at his feet wearing bunny slippers, wiggled his toes, and his bunny ears perked up.
Wen Zhaoye was silent for a moment, then vigorously rubbed Wen Zhuo's head. Before Wen Zhuo could resist, he had already withdrawn his hand.
Wen Zhuo, with chicken feathers all over his head, looked at him without saying a word.
Wen Zhaoye smiled, then sorted out his incriminating evidence and took out a comb to tie up Wen Zhuo's hair.
He patted Wen Zhuo's head one last time, then turned and left.
The assistant, waiting at the villa entrance, leaned against the car and peered inside. He could only see Wen Zhaoye talking to someone and styling their hair.
Tying your hair up?
He suddenly realized that he had a child since he hadn't been home recently.
He watched as Wen Zhaoye approached, and considerately opened the door for him before getting into the driver's seat himself.
He glanced at the rearview mirror, then at Wen Zhaoye's expression, and suddenly met Wen Zhaoye's cold gaze.
assistant:"!"
He looked away and drove cautiously, wondering what was wrong with President Wen today. He seemed to be in a bad mood. He has a child, how could he still be in a bad mood?
But where did Premier Wen get his wife?
He worked for Wen Zhaoye for almost four years, and no woman other than business partners appeared in Wen's life.
This daughter couldn't have just fallen from the sky, could she?
The car was quiet. He couldn't help but steal a glance at President Wen. He saw him staring at his phone, his face suddenly turning ashen. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides. He stared intently at his phone, and finally laughed angrily.
The assistant's scalp tingled. Help! This is terrifying! Today's meeting is definitely going to be a disaster. Who has upset him again?
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Wen Zhuo watched Wen Zhaoye's departing figure, hovered at the door for a while, and after confirming that Wen Zhaoye had left, a white figure darted out and disappeared at the door.
Wen Zhuo appeared fifty meters away from the villa. She froze in the air, wanting to continue flying but unable to move.
Wen Zhuo stopped her efforts, floating blankly in the air. She glanced at the distant sky, then looked back at the villa, which seemed small due to the distance.
We can't leave.
She lowered her head somewhat dejectedly. Although this place was very familiar and she had come to regard it as her home, being confined to her home wasn't as happy as she had imagined. She would always be curious about the unknown outside world.
Like the tightly closed door in Bluebeard, even without the key, she would still think about prying the door open to see what's inside. Human curiosity abandoned her at the beginning, but was picked up again today. She stared at the outside world and thought: Is it this boring outside?
She always felt that it wasn't true, but her blank memory couldn't tell her exactly what it was like.
Wen Zhuo relaxed her body and let herself fall, like a parachute that had been shut down, landing lightly on the ground.
Wen Zhu steadied himself, his eyes lighting up. This is fun! Let's do it again!
After playing for a while, she got bored and walked around the villa for a long time to determine her activity area.
She optimistically began to survey her new territory, completely forgetting Wen Zhaoye's instructions. Or rather, his instructions never even entered her mind, like a gentle breeze brushing across her cerebral cortex.
The villa was surrounded by a large area of abandoned buildings, most of which were empty and overgrown with weeds, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time. It was also possible that Wen Zhuo had simply missed it; she circled around several times but did not see anyone.
After walking around a few times, Wen Zhuo felt bored again. She had searched the villa thoroughly over the past few days, and strangely enough, there were no items in the villa that were related to her, not even photos.
Every time she asked Wen Zhaoye, he would change the subject with something else, so Wen Zhuo simply stopped asking.
Feeling bored, Wen Zhuo headed home. Floating in the sky, she couldn't concentrate, looking here and there, occasionally stopping to tease the butterflies flying around her, watching them dart around in confusion under her hand.
Wen Zhuo found it amusing, and she imitated the butterfly, circling around it a few times. The butterfly felt as if it were trapped in an air prison from which it could not escape.
Strange! Why are there walls everywhere?
Wen Zhuo trapped the butterfly in her palm, and it floated home in a curved path.
She hummed a song as the butterfly struggled in her palm, tickling her. A little afraid that she had pinned the butterfly's wings down, she lifted her hand to look at it, then quickly closed it again.
Behind her, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the intense heat spreading almost tangibly with the light. More and more sunlight penetrated the clouds, containing a power that even a vengeful ghost could not withstand.
Wen Zhuo, with her back turned, felt the scorching heat on her back. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she leaped forward with all her might. Her fingers curled up instinctively, but she deliberately relaxed them when they touched the fragile creature in her palm. At the critical moment, she leaped into the villa and collapsed to the ground, unable to control her body. She revealed her true form, and her Yin energy was extremely fragile in the sunlight, almost unusable.
She knelt on the ground, and the wounds that had healed considerably reopened, with cracks spreading from her abdomen all over her body.
it hurts.
It hurts so much.
Wen Zhuo's mind was hazy, and the burning pain from the scalding temperature made her almost unable to move. Her body was almost transparent, and she gently opened her fingers, trying to release the butterfly trapped in her palm.
A butterfly emerged from her palm, circled the new creature a few times with a puzzled look, and finally landed in her hair.
Wen Zhuo finally came to her senses. She lay on the ground, relaxed her limbs, and closed her eyes, thinking: I should have never gone out. What bad luck.
The sun came out at the worst possible time.
The weather forecast clearly said it would be cloudy all day; she even checked it yesterday.
Wen Zhuo couldn't understand it.
Wen Zhaoye must be furious. Seeing her like this, he'd probably be enraged. Wen Zhuo had no strength left, only her eyes could move. Her gaze moved slowly, finally settling on the red-glowing surveillance camera under the table.
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Premier Wen has gone mad.
Before the meeting, Wen Zhaoye was still staring at his phone. Although his face was still dark, he could still laugh out loud occasionally. But now, President Wen was like a live volcano that was about to erupt at any moment.
This was the first time Premier Wen had ever been so engrossed in electronic products, prompting his assistant to exclaim in amazement.
Wen Zhaoye checks his phone almost every minute, and the frequency increases as time goes by.
Finally, he stopped listening to anything. His face was ashen, and he was clutching a phone that he was about to crush. He pushed his chair away forcefully and strode out, leaving a message for his assistant.
"The rest will be handled through online meetings."
They sped away.
The assistant sighed. "That's what it's like to have a child."
He drove very fast, but he still felt it wasn't fast enough. He couldn't see where Wen Zhuo had gone; he knew she couldn't leave this villa.
However, he also couldn't find out her location. The surveillance cameras were only set up around the villa, but there were trees all around the villa. If Wen Zhuo was playing in the trees, the surveillance cameras outside the villa wouldn't be able to capture her.
Surveillance cameras are mostly located indoors, in various rooms.
Wen Zhaoye thought coldly, "It seems there aren't enough surveillance cameras." He pressed down hard on the accelerator.
Why am I always avoiding him?
Why do I always have to leave him?
Wen Zhaoye slammed the car door shut, his face grim. Even the scorching sun couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding him. He took a few steps up the stairs, his pupils contracting.
"Wenzhuo!"
He knelt on the ground and lifted Wen Zhuo up. The wound on her back felt like a sharp sword piercing his eyes. He was overwhelmed by a red hallucination. In the center of the hallucination lay a person, a lifeless person, who was now hugging his neck and making painful sounds in his ear. He shook his head to pull his vision back from the hallucination.
"Wen Zhuo? Wen Zhuo Wen Zhuo Wen Zhuo." His voice was almost a murmur, his breathing was rapid, and his whole body began to feel weak and numb.
"Wen Zhuo, wake up."
He staggered and led Wen Zhuo upstairs to the second floor, into a room that was exactly the same as Wen Zhuo's.
Wen Zhuo was placed in the center of the array pattern. A large number of illusions eroded his five senses. His vision was blood red, and he could only vaguely search for reality in the illusions. He was unsteady on his feet and tripped over something, falling to the ground with Wen Zhuo. A trace of blood was drawn from his lips.
He looked up, his eyes glazed over, wanting to put Wen Zhu down, but she seemed to have suddenly forgotten the pain. She moved closer to his lips, her bloodshot eyes opening wide, staring blankly at the blood seeping from his lips without a trace of emotion.
Wen Zhuo's expression was indifferent. Although she often had this expression, Wen Zhaoye could always recognize the rich emotions on her expressionless face.
Wen Zhaoye's face was pale, and he looked even weaker than Wen Zhuo, who was already dead. Beads of cold sweat gathered on his forehead and slid down. He tilted his head back slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and a dry, astringent feeling rose in his mouth.
Wen Zhaoye realized what she was trying to do and tried to push her away, but he loosened his grip before touching her body. He was pressed down hard by Wen Zhuo, and the back of his head hit the exposed ground. Her cold and soft lips bit him.
"Hmm!"
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