My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

The gentle kiss initially carried a punitive undertone, urgent and heavy, as if it were a way of asserting a kind of ownership she had never spoken aloud.

Lin Zhi was pressed down on the bed, and the muffled sounds coming from her throat grew weaker and weaker.

Then Wen Liang paused for a moment.

She looked down and saw a splash of crimson.

Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

She looked at Lin Zhi beneath her, who was biting her lower lip tightly and whose eyes were filled with tears. In those eyes were shame, indignation, grievance, pain, and a kind of panic that came from having her pretense exposed and nowhere to hide.

Lin Zhi's tears silently slid down her cheeks.

Wenliang's fingers then moved lightly along her waist and the back of her neck, gently stroking those ticklish spots. The unfamiliar sensation of being both tingly and numb made her tremble all over.

Her initial shame and stubbornness gradually turned into fear, and she finally couldn't help but beg for mercy, her voice hoarse.

... (ten thousand words omitted here)

Two hours later, Lin Zhi collapsed onto the wrinkled sheets, completely exhausted.

Her lips were slightly swollen from biting them, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. She curled up into a ball, using her last bit of strength to sob and beg Wen Liang to stop.

Wen Liang did indeed stop.

Just when Lin Zhi thought this brief pause meant the end of the torture, her cell phone, which had fallen to the foot of the bed, suddenly rang.

The caller ID message that popped up on the screen instantly snapped Lin Zhi back to reality: "Young Miss".

That's Jiang Yi.

Lin Zhi struggled to reach for her phone as if grasping at a straw, but she forgot that she couldn't move.

Wen Liang was faster than her. She took the phone with one hand and firmly pressed down on her lower back with the other. Then she picked up the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table that hadn't been capped yet.

As she stared at the three words on the screen, a wicked idea automatically formed in her mind. She turned the phone screen towards Lin Zhi, making sure she could clearly see the caller ID, then leaned close to her ear, her voice low and menacing, tinged with undisguised threat and mischievous excitement: "If you don't want Miss to hear, remember to hold back."

  

Lin Zhi was completely stunned. Before she could even process the meaning of those words, Wen Liang had already answered the phone.

At the same time, she slowly tilted the bottle, and a thin stream of water flowed into the glass next to her, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Lin Zhi was forced to tilt her head back. Before she could refuse, Wen Liang had already placed the rim of the cup to her lips and fed her little by little.

The icy water rushed into her throat, and Lin Zhi choked, letting out a soft whimper, much like a kitten's meow.

Wen Liang turned on the speakerphone, and a melodious young female voice, like the sound of a silver bell, came from the other end of the line: "Is Sister Wen there?"

Wen Liang responded with a smile, her voice still possessing its usual cool yet gentle tone, completely belying her current situation: "Yes, Miss, what brings you here so late?"

Jiang Yi's voice carried a hint of apology as she explained that she was really sorry to bother her so late, and then asked if Xiao Ran had time tomorrow, as she wanted to go see Xiao Ran, but was afraid that if she went directly there, she would be disappointed again.

After a moment's thought, Wen Liang replied that the Second Miss had no plans for tomorrow and would likely be at home.

Her tone was professional and composed, but her hands did not slow down at all.

Lin Zhi was both itchy and frightened. Even though she bit her lower lip desperately, a faint whimper still escaped from her throat.

Jiang Yi on the other end of the phone suddenly let out a soft exclamation: "Sister Wen, do you have a cat? I think I heard a kitten meowing."

Wen Liang glanced down at Lin Zhi, who was trying her best to suppress her voice and whose whole body was trembling slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Her fingers gently stroked through Lin Zhi's disheveled long hair, her tone gentle and natural: "Yes, Miss, I just found her downstairs. She's quite cute, but a little disobedient. She even had to lick my hand when I made a phone call."

"Oh, I see," Jiang Yi on the other end of the phone said, seemingly unaware of what was going on, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Is it drinking water? I think I heard the sound of running water."

Lin Zhi's feet were all tense.

Looking at her like this, Wenliang leaned down and gently kissed her sweaty forehead, replying in an almost indulgent tone, "Yes, she's drinking water. I must say, this little cat may be naughty, but she drinks a lot of water."

Jiang Yi chuckled and said, "Then I won't disturb Sister Wen's rest any longer. Go to sleep early, goodnight."

Wen Liang said goodnight to Miss and then hung up the phone.

She casually placed her phone on the bedside table, looked at Lin Zhi who was slumped beneath her, breathing rapidly as if she had just been pulled from the water, and waved her hand in front of her.

Lin Zhi's eyes, which had become slightly unfocused due to prolonged torment, trembled reflexively the moment she saw her fingers.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, probably to beg or plead for mercy, but Wenliang did not give her the chance.

... (20,000 words omitted here)

Meanwhile, at the Jiang family's residence in Beicheng.

Jiang Yi's finger hovered over Jiang Ran's contact avatar for a long time, and her thumb hovered back and forth above the dial button several times before finally turning off the screen.

She knows Xiao Ran too well. If she called to say she was coming tomorrow, Xiao Ran would probably just say, "No need to come."

Rather than doing that, she might as well just go and confront Xiao Ran directly. If she persisted for a while, Xiao Ran might not be able to drive her away so quickly.

Thinking this, Jiang Yi patted her cheeks hard to cheer herself up, determined to stay at Jiang Ran's place for a whole day tomorrow.

Just as she was pondering what to bring tomorrow, her phone beeped with a message notification.

A user with a black cat profile picture and the nickname "Top Ranker" sent a message accompanied by a cat emoji with dark circles under its eyes: "Baby, I can't sleep."

Jiang Yi stared at the screen speechlessly, her fingers flying across the keyboard: "What's the use of calling me if you can't sleep?" She added an eye-rolling emoji after sending the message.

She met this person when she was doing sleep aid blogging in her spare time. It's ridiculous. There were only two people in the live stream at the time. One was a secondary account she created to increase the number of viewers in the live stream, and the other was this person.

She remembered that she had only sung two short, soothing songs perfunctorily, and then this guy started showering her with gifts like they were free, instantly propelling her newly registered account into the top three of the gift rankings.

That's several million!

Later, she added the other person's contact information and found that he was quite interesting. The two chatted on and off for more than half a year.

The other end quickly sent another message: "Please turn on voice chat, baby. I want to hear your voice to fall asleep."

Jiang Yi sighed, but still clicked on the voice invitation.

The call connected quickly, and a clear, pleasant voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of languor from someone who had just lain down: "What are you going to sing today, Baozi? I'm all covered up and ready to go." It was a boy's voice, clean as a mountain stream flowing over stones, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a natural, unadorned freshness.

Hearing his serious tone, Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, then said in a sincere and undisguised tone of appreciation, "Baozi's voice is really beautiful." Jiang Yi's eyes crinkled upon hearing this, and she snorted with a hint of pride, "Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you, I once planned to debut as a star."

"Then why doesn't Baozi go?" The voice on the other end carried a hint of genuine doubt, pausing as if carefully choosing its words. "Based on Baozi's voice, and... although I haven't seen what Baozi actually looks like, she must be a beautiful and cute girl. She would definitely be a huge star if she went to be one, and I can also help Baozi."

Jiang Yi paused slightly when she heard the last sentence, but didn't think about it further.

She leaned against the headboard cushion, her gaze falling on the small cloud-shaped nightlight on the ceiling, emitting a warm yellow glow, and remained silent for a moment.

Why not go...? Because the person she most wanted to show herself to is no longer there.

She didn't say those words aloud, but just smiled and said, "Then it seems you must be very capable."

The person on the other end gave a soft "hmm," neither denying it nor pressing for an answer to the previous question.

This sense of propriety warmed Jiang Yi's heart slightly. She cleared her throat and asked him what he wanted to hear tonight.

After thinking for a moment, the person on the other end said, "Let's sing the same song from last time. It's a really good song."

On the other end of the phone, as melodious and beautiful singing came from the phone, a slender figure was lying on the bed, burying her face in a soft down pillow.

Her eyes were closed, and a satisfied smile played on her lips, like a cat that had folded all its claws.

The dim light from the phone screen reflected off her short, ear-length hair scattered on the pillow, casting a hazy, gentle glow on her face, which was even brighter than moonlight.

She stretched out her slender fingers and touched the avatar on the screen, which was displaying pulsating audio waves, and whispered "Goodnight" in a voice only she could hear.

Then she closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady and long.

PS:

OK, it's another day of suppression. You'll just have to make do with this. I, Shenhe, am truly at my wit's end.