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

When the project manager walked out of the office, his legs felt like they were walking on cotton. He leaned against the corridor wall for a while before he felt his soul slowly drift back into his body.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

He would never forget the image of the young lady leaning back in her chair, clutching the metal pen that had broken in two.

The ultimate mission circulating within the company—to "find the lost rice in the Sahara Desert"—had just narrowly fallen to him.

He could almost picture himself wrapped in a turban, leading a camel, bending over and searching for a single grain of rice in the endless yellow sand.

That was close, that was close.

He took a deep breath and straightened his tie. Having survived this ordeal with the prostitute, he felt he could turn any misfortune into good fortune from now on. Even if he got scolded by his wife for forgetting to buy soy sauce again, he could still smile and be grateful for life.

In the office, Jiang Ran finished signing the last document and glanced up at the clock on the wall.

Dusk had fallen outside the window, and the horizon was dyed a gentle orange-red by the sunset.

She stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders and neck, then picked up her phone to look at the medical report that Wen Liang had sent her regarding Lin Zhi.

All indicators show that the body is in a state of excessive fatigue.

She frowned slightly, then casually approved a few days off. She had almost finished dealing with her work, so Lin Zhi could finally get some rest, and she could spend some quality time with her sister.

But before that, there's one more thing to deal with.

Jiang Ran put her phone in her pocket and looked at the figure on the monitor screen who was washing his hands in the kitchen.

She needs to think carefully about how to "treat" the guy who secretly hugged her sister while she was away and then badmouthed her to her sister.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and the curve of it sent chills down your spine no matter how you looked at it.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen on the thirty-first floor of the Linjiang Hotel, Jiang Yi, who was washing her hands, suddenly sneezed.

"Achoo..."

She rubbed her nose and looked back in confusion.

The kitchen was warm, and Sister Su was right next to me. There was nothing there, and everything seemed normal.

But why did she always feel a chill down her back, as if something was watching her from some unseen corner?

"Strange..." she muttered softly, shrinking her neck.

  

On the other side, the medical floor of the Linjiang Hotel.

Wen Liang took off his white coat and hung it on the hanger, then picked up his cell phone from the desk.

On the screen was the leave notice approved by Jiang Ran. She glanced at it, and a slight smile curved her lips. This decision by her mistress was exactly what she wanted.

An hour has passed; it's time to go check on her patient.

She walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to the private lounge. The outer room was quiet, with only the faint white noise of the air purifier.

She locked the door behind her, walked slowly to the bedroom door, and pushed open the slightly ajar door.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly, and only a small nightlight by the bedside emitting a warm yellow glow.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with a subtle warmth that belonged to a private space.

Hearing the door open, the person on the bed immediately raised their eyes.

Those watery eyes shone brightly in the dim light, glaring at the doorway with undisguised shame and anger.

If looks could kill, Wen Liang would probably be nailed to a door by now.

Wen Liang walked slowly to the bedside and looked down at the person on the bed.

Lin Zhi looked even better than she had imagined. Her big eyes, which usually glared at her and rolled their eyes, were now brimming with tears, shining brightly in the dim light. Her eye sockets were red, and her eyelashes were wet and clumped together.

A lingering blush clung to her cheeks, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears. Her lower lip was slightly swollen and red from biting it, clearly indicating that she had been trying to suppress certain sounds for the past hour.

"Wenliang...you bastard..." Lin Zhi's words were broken and trembling at the end. She turned her head away from her, trying to make herself look fierce, but this appearance, coupled with her soft and hoarse voice at the moment, was less an angry protest and more like a badly bullied kitten baring its teeth at someone, which was not intimidating at all, and even a little bit cute.

Wen Liang squatted down beside the bed, lowering his gaze to her level, a knowing, yet irritating, smile playing on his lips: "Me, a bastard?"

Lin Zhi could tell from her expression that she definitely had ill intentions.

But at this moment, she really couldn't hold on any longer.

She gritted her teeth and nodded forcefully.

Looking at her stubborn yet pitiful appearance, Wen Liang didn't say anything more.

She reached out her hand, her movements so gentle they could be described as delicate.

Lin Zhi glanced at it once and then turned her face away, her cheeks burning even redder.

But as the sensation faded, her breathing gradually calmed down a little, though her voice still trembled: "When...when will you let me go?"

Wen Liang didn't answer. She walked to the cabinet next to her and opened a box.

The sound of the box being opened was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

Lin Zhi was terrified when she heard that voice. Her pupils contracted slightly, and her voice finally betrayed a hint of undisguised panic: "What are you going to do... I have to go to work tomorrow, I don't want to be bedridden."

Upon hearing this, Wen Liang paused in her actions. She tilted her head, as if carefully weighing the matter.

Seeing that she had a chance, Lin Zhi quickly pressed her advantage, speaking as if grasping at a last straw: "I finally got this job after so much effort, you can't just watch all my hard work go to waste, can you? This job is really important to me, really..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

He gasped sharply.

She looked up in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears, filled with shock and accusation: "Wenliang! How could you do this to me! I never... I never..."

"Nothing?" Wenliang finished the sentence for her.

Her tone remained cool and composed, as if stating a medical fact that had been repeatedly verified, neither hurried nor soft, "Not now, but we can take our time later."

As she spoke, she took her phone out of her pocket with her other hand and handed the screen to Lin Zhi. "By the way, I have some good news to tell you. The young lady looked at your medical report and said that you were too tired, so she specially gave you a few days off to rest and recuperate."

A few days off.

Lin Zhi stared at the notification on the screen, her whole body frozen as if a pause button had been pressed.

Her facial expression underwent a remarkable and rapid transformation, from shock to bewilderment, from bewilderment to despair, and finally settled on a resigned, blank expression.

In the past, she would have jumped for joy upon seeing this news.

I can sleep in again, I can curl up on the sofa and watch TV again, and I don't have to face that annoying Wenliang anymore.

But now all she wants to do is rush to the company and change the notice to "Lin Zhi is in good health and can return to work immediately".

She wants to go to work.

She really, really wanted to go to work.

She had never loved her job so much, and had never missed the endless meetings and reports in the office so much.

But Wenliang clearly didn't give her that chance.

As the chief physician, her understanding of every part of the human body far surpasses that of ordinary people.

She knew how to make Lin Zhi show the expression she most wanted to see, and she also knew what rhythm to use to make this stubborn woman unable to utter a complete sentence.

This was tough on Lin Zhi.

She couldn't even find something to bite down on, so she could only bury her face in the pillow, muffled the sounds into fragmented pieces.

When the room quieted down, Lin Zhi felt like she was about to collapse.

Her consciousness floated up and down in the warm tide, and she vaguely thought that if this continued, she would definitely become dehydrated.

Then Wenliang brought water.

She held a water glass in one hand and gently supported Lin Zhi's chin with the other.

Lin Zhi wanted to hide, but all her struggles were restricted, and she could only passively accept it.

Cool water passed between my lips, slid over my parched throat, taking away some of the heat, but also bringing a different kind of heart-fluttering sensation.

She wanted to resist, but all her available means were restricted by the soft restraints.

For the first time, she felt a genuine, deep-seated panic.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but the words were cut off before she could even utter them.

In that instant, Lin Zhi saw something in Wen Liang's eyes that she had never seen before.

It wasn't the aloof, composed, and well-mannered chief physician of the day, but a ferocious beast that had finally pinned its prey under its claws, revealing an undisguised possessiveness beneath its elegant fur.

That kind of possession wasn't a fleeting, playful impulse, but rather a long-planned, suppressed desire that was finally unleashed in this moment of madness.

Wen Liang straightened up, gently wiping Lin Zhi's moist lips with his thumb. Looking at her eyes filled with tears and panic, he slightly curved his lips into a smile.

"Don't rush," her voice was as soft as a feather falling on water, so gentle it sent chills down your spine, "I'll stay with you these next few days."