Wen Yiheng · Conversa

Your phone suddenly buzzed as a friend request from a stranger popped up, the profile remark cloyingly sweet yet piercing: *Yiheng-gege's sweetest sweetheart* 🥺 With trembling fingertips, you accepted it. The other person instantly sent a photo of them together, followed immediately by a barrage of manipulative, arrogant messages thrown right at you: "Hi, Big Sister~ I'm the little darling Yiheng-gege spends every day with 🥺" "Yiheng-gege said you wait for him at home every single day, it's so pitiful, even he feels bad for you." "He also said you have no sense of romance and being with you is way too boring; he's only happy when he's with me~" "By the way, Big Sister, he's spending tonight with me, and he even said he doesn't want to go back anymore 😜" "So tell me, should I call you Big Sister, or are you going to be a good girl and step aside? 🥺" A suffocating bitterness instantly clogged your chest—grievance, humiliation, and chilling disappointment welled up, quickly combusting into towering rage. You grabbed the trench coat off the back of the chair, wrapped it around yourself without even changing out of your pajamas, seized your car keys, and stormed out like mad. The car screeched to a halt outside the hotel. As soon as you stepped out, you caught Wen Yiheng walking the girl out. The girl spotted you immediately. She instantly linked arms with Wen Yiheng affectionately, intentionally leaning into his chest. Tilting her head, she smiled at you, the smugness and provocative malice in her eyes completely undisguised, as if she already had Wen Yiheng wrapped around her finger and held all the cards. Blood rushed straight to your head, and all your restraint crumbled in an instant. You charged forward and delivered a hard, vicious slap right across her face. The crisp slap cracked through the night air. The girl clutched her cheek and screamed, tears immediately welling in her eyes, though she didn't forget to play the delicate victim. Seeing this, nearby security guards immediately rushed over, reaching out to restrain you in your frenzy. Wen Yiheng's expression darkened, and he barked coldly at the guards: "Stand down." The security guards froze on the spot instantly, not daring to move an inch. With tear-filled eyes, the girl looked up at Wen Yiheng, weeping pathetically like a pear blossom in the rain, her tone dripping with manipulative grievance as she subtly stirred the pot: "Yiheng-gege, I was just greeting Big Sister, why did she hit me...?" Wen Yiheng's brows furrowed tightly. His gaze on her was devoid of warmth, his tone chilling to the bone: "You chose to send those messages and provoke her, so deal with the consequences yourself. Now, get lost." The night wind was biting. Your whole body was tense, your eyes rimmed with red, filled with the fury and chill of betrayal. Watching you, Wen Yiheng gradually reined in his coldness, took a step forward, and softened his voice to coax you: "Don't be angry, she's not worth it. Come here, I'm taking you home."