ing abused by that pervert. Anyway, she was already dead by then, Si Kong Liu Yi just whipped her corpse for revenge, she wouldn't know, she couldn't control what happened after death...Until An Xiaot...Yi Sheng did not stop her from going out.

Then, Wen Ping Sheng followed her younger brother out.

Take the elevator to the first floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, a piercing cold wind hit him, making Wen Ping Sheng shiver violently. For a moment, he had the urge to run back inside and enjoy the warmth of the heater.

"Hey, it's freezing out here. Why don't we buy 'The Basic Principles of Marxism' online" Wen Ping Sheng put his hands deep in his coat pockets and said with a trembling voice.

It was freezing cold and raining outside, so cold that it could turn you into an idiot.

Wen Yizhou was a man, and he didn't feel particularly cold.

He refused, saying, "No way, that man said I have to buy the book back today."

He actually had something more important to do and had to go out.

But he couldn't bear to leave his younger sister at home with that man.

"When did you become so obedient" Wen Ping Sheng raised an eyebrow, looking at him with some suspicion.

He's thinking: Could his younger brother really have been scared off by Yisheng

"By the way, Xiao Sheng, where did things go with that man" Wen Yi Zhou changed the subject, his expression suddenly shifting. "Did you run back to the Wen family last year because that man mistreated you"

"……”Wen Ping Sheng broke into a cold sweat. Her little brother’s train of thought was a bit peculiar, “I have no development with him, besides, I'm too bothered by him, that's why I ran back to Kyoto.”

"Did he touch your hand" Wen Yi Zhou asked.

"Would you like to take my pulse"

"That doesn't count." Wen Yi Zhou asked again, "You two... have you kissed Even if he forced a kiss counts."

"No, we haven't even held hands." Wen Ping Sheng replied.

Wen Yizhou, after hearing this, let out a sigh of relief and opened his umbrella, preparing to take a taxi outside the residential complex.

"Let's go get a taxi outside." Wen Ping Sheng's umbrella wasn't very big, Wen Yi Zhou held her shoulder, "I'll buy you a car to use for now. What brand do you like"

Wen Ping Sheng originally had a car, but before she ran back to Kyoto, she urgently gave her car to her editor to help sell it.

"Alright, don't make it too expensive, just a few hundred thousand will do." Wen Ping Sheng said casually.

In fact, she had several luxury cars at her home in Kyoto, such as a Lamborghini, Ferrari, and Maybach. Each one was more expensive than the last, all given to her by her several brothers.

The bookstore is about ten minutes away from Wen Ping Sheng's apartment by taxi.

Wen Ping Sheng thought that after buying the book, he could go home. Unexpectedly, Wen Yi Zhou said, "We still need to go to one more place, there's something very important to do."

Wen Ping Sheng asked him where he was going, but he replied with a mysterious smile, saying that he would know when they got there.

Thus, two hours later—

Wen Ping Sheng gazed at the long staircase, feeling that Wen Yi Zhou was probably crazy.

"In this freezing weather, with wind and rain, Yi Zhou, are you serious about bringing me mountain climbing Did your head get hit or something"

"I'm not here to climb the mountain, there's a temple at the top, and they say the abbot is very capable. I went to get an amulet for peace." Wen Yi Zhou explained.

Wen Ping Sheng, “” Still seriously suspected that he had a brain problem, braved the cold wind and rain to seek peace and blessings.

She glanced at the small gazebo beside her and said, "I don't want to climb up there, I'll wait for you here."

"No, it's deserted here in the wilderness. I don't feel safe leaving you alone." Wen Yizhou said, "How about I carry you"

He knelt down in front of Wen Ping Sheng.

Wen Ping Sheng naturally couldn't let him carry her, she wasn't a child anymore, she was in her twenties.

Finally, she helplessly said, “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

I was so exhausted, gasping for breath and sweating profusely, but I finally reached the summit.

Looking at the small temple before him, Wen Ping Sheng asked speechless, "Young brother, who told you to come here for a peace charm"

"A friend of mine recommended it. It's said to be very effective, and the temple's abbot is particularly accurate at reading faces." Wen Yizhou said.

Wen Ping Sheng, “…” didn’t want to speak.

Although she thought her little brother was out of his mind, Wen Ping Sheng still held a sense of reverence for places like temples.

Later, Wen Yizhou asked for a peace charm and then said to the host, "Master, could you also look at my sister's love life"

I just want to know who Xiao Sheng's partner is, not Yi Sheng.

"Alright." The temple master gestured for Wen Ping Sheng to sit on the stool opposite him. He first looked at Wen Ping Sheng's face, then his hands.

After a long pause, he concluded, "This lady's fortune in love is strong. Her destined partner is far away and close at hand. If nothing unexpected happens, good news will come this year..."

……

After donating incense money, I left the temple.

Wen Yi Zhou said with a gloomy face, "Xiao Sheng, you don't have to take that host's words to heart just now. He's not very accurate at all. Another day, I'll take you to another Taoist temple for a re-calculation; An Yi Sheng, that old man, how could he possibly be your destined match... I think those fortune tellers and physiognomists on TV speak in profound and Zen-like ways. That host just spoke too bluntly, clearly lacking in culture."

Wen Ping Sheng, “…” Little brother, is this really good If she remembered correctly, her little brother had just said that the abbot of the temple was particularly accurate and effective at reading fortunes.

Of course, she didn't believe any of it.

Wen Ping Sheng was very narcissistic and thought: She was so beautiful, anyone would think she had many suitors. And the host said her marriage was right beside her, but that statement was too general, like casting a wide net; besides, the host said if nothing unexpected happened, something good would happen this year, just for her and Yi Sheng, who could have accidents every day.

"I'm talking to you, can you hear me" Wen Yizhou nudged her.

"I didn't take the hosting duties to heart." Wen Pingsheng said helplessly.

"That's right, that host was talking nonsense."

Wén Píngshēng didn't speak, she climbed up and down in her high heels, now her feet hurt.

"Wen Yi Zhou, from now on when you pick out high heels for me to wear, bring me to a place like this, I'll kill you."

"How about I carry you" Wen Yi Zhou said.

After his youngest, Xiao Sheng, turned 18, he stopped making them carry things.

"No, just go your own way." Wen Ping Sheng refused.

Because of the cold wind and rain, this place is a bit remote and it's not easy to hail a car. When Wen Yi Zhou arrived, he asked the taxi driver to wait for them here.

Back home, feeling the warmth of the heating, Wen Ping suddenly felt tired and sleepy, wanting nothing more than to return to his room for a long sleep. But Yi Sheng called him back.

"Pingsheng, come here."

"What are you doing" Though Wen Ping Sheng asked this, due to his intimidating presence, he still walked up to him.

Yisheng, “Extend your hand.”

“Oh.” Xiao Guai reached out his hand towards him.

Seeing this, Wen Yizhou on the side suddenly recalled what the temple abbot had said. For a moment, he almost burst into tears.

Is his young son, Xiao Sheng, really going to be taken advantage of by an older manntarily lose his grasp on reality versus memory.He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something. He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he managed...