In the bedroom, the curtains were drawn tight, blocking out all the light.
Near the window lay an array of objects.
As a director, Wen Yiheng naturally knew what those things were used for.
His blood, which had been boiling with excitement just moments ago, suddenly ran cold.
He looked at Lucy with a complicated expression. "Lucy, what are these for?"
Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, propping herself up with one hand. She smiled like a deadly, seductive little vixen. "To play with you, of course."
Although she was smiling, her smile inexplicably made his hair stand on end.
Wen Yiheng's heart trembled involuntarily.
Play... play with him?
Lucy toyed with a leather belt in her hand. "Darling, be a good boy and come here."
Wen Yiheng swallowed nervously in panic. "Lucy, what... what exactly do you want to do?"
Was she going to beat him?
Lucy glanced at Wen Yiheng. Seeing him standing motionless, she clapped her hands. Two burly bodyguards immediately came over and forcibly dragged Wen Yiheng to Lucy's side.
A bodyguard kicked the back of Wen Yiheng's knees, forcing him to drop to the floor uncontrollably.
Lucy poured a glass of red wine onto her foot, then extended it right in front of Wen Yiheng, issuing a queen-like command, "Drink the wine!"
Wen Yiheng had never been so humiliated in his life.
His eyes turned scarlet. "Lucy, are you sick in the head?"
The smile on Lucy's lips deepened, but it only grew more terrifying. "You signed a contract with me. I can treat you however I want. From now on, you are my plaything!"
Lucy sneered, raised the belt, and whipped it down hard.
"Ah—"
A cry of agony echoed throughout the suite.
However, no matter how much pain Wen Yiheng was in, no one would come to save him.
...
The next day.
On her way to the Film Academy, Wen Yan caught up on some juicy gossip about Wen Yiheng.
[Oh my, Wen Yiheng was tortured quite miserably! He even coughed up blood!]
[But Lucy's sheer madness is truly delightful to watch. Torture him, torture him hard.]
Old Master Si and Wen Yan shared a car to the academy. Wen Yan was going to school, and he was going to work at the library.
Hearing Wen Yan's inner thoughts, he nodded in agreement.
Aside from little Yan, no one in the Wen family was a good person.
That idiot Wen Yiheng had almost run over little Yan with his car back then; it was only right that someone tortured him severely.
When Wen Yan and Old Master Si arrived at the academy, they happened to see Wen Yue, Wen Yiheng, and Lucy.
Wen Yue was currently the female lead in Wen Yiheng's new drama, and she would occasionally take time off from school to film.
After a night of torment, Wen Yiheng looked haggard and exhausted.
Lucy's methods of torture were highly systematic; they were all inflicted on very private areas, leaving no visible marks on the outside.
Wen Yiheng had suffered dual torment, both physically and mentally.
Wen Yue was currently talking to Lucy, calling her "Second Sister-in-law" with great affection.
Wen Yiheng stood to the side, unusually silent.
Catching sight of Wen Yan stepping out of the car from the corner of his eye, Wen Yiheng walked toward her on sore, aching legs. "Wen Yan, you calculated all of this from the very beginning, didn't you?"
Wen Yan looked at the furious Wen Yiheng and curled her red lips into a stunning smile. "Calculated that you would latch onto a sugar daddy and acknowledge Erlang Shen as your master?"
Wen Yiheng stood stunned for a long while before he realized what she meant.
After last night, he felt that the woman Lucy was even more terrifying than Erlang Shen; he was treated worse than a dog!
He was beginning to question his entire existence!
The tricks she used to play with people were beyond his wildest imagination.
She had literally rubbed his dignity into the dirt.
"Wen Yan, how could you be so malicious? You knew Lucy wasn't normal, yet you still pushed me into the fire pit. You will face retribution!"
Wen Yan was speechless. "Do I look like some terrible person? Why would I push an idiot like you into a fire pit? Wasn't it your most beloved sister, Wen Yue, who pushed you into it?"
Old Master Si glanced at Wen Yiheng and rolled his eyes at him. "Go take some meds if you have nothing better to do. Stop disgusting people out here in public."
Old Master Si pulled Wen Yan along. "Eldest granddaughter-in-law, let's go. Don't waste your breath on this kind of person, lest it lower your IQ."
Wen Yan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Old Man Si was really getting more and more humorous.
After Wen Yan left, Wen Yue and Lucy walked over.
"Second Brother, what were you saying to Sister? She is fully aligned with the Si family now and really dislikes us Wen family members."
After saying that, Wen Yue looked at Lucy. "We really owe it to Sister Lucy this time. Otherwise, it would have been hard for the Wen family to resolve the crisis. But I suppose it's also my fault; I shouldn't have acted so recklessly to vent my anger for Mom."
Looking at the soft-spoken Wen Yue, who was using retreat as a tactic to advance, a complicated look flashed through Wen Yiheng's eyes.
Did she really not notice anything unusual about him?
From the moment she saw him this morning, she had been affectionately chatting with Lucy.
He clearly didn't look well, yet she hadn't noticed at all.
"Second Brother, it's your blessing to be with Sister Lucy. You must love her well in the future and strive to propose to her soon so she can officially become my second sister-in-law."
Wen Yue's words sent shivers down Wen Yiheng's spine.
After what happened last night, there was absolutely no way he would marry Lucy—unless he had a death wish!
Wen Yue took Lucy's arm and got into the car. Watching Wen Yue's back, Wen Yiheng felt for the first time that this sister of his was somewhat unfamiliar and even terrifying.
...
Wen Yan was playing a villainous role in "Guilty."
The shooting location for the day was inside a courtyard house at the film and television city.
Coincidentally, Wen Yiheng's production crew was right next door.
During a break on the set of "Guilty," the neighboring crew was also resting.
"I just saw Best Actor Gu taking dozens of cups of milk tea to the crew next door. I heard he's Wen Yue's boyfriend."
"Best Actor Gu is now the CEO of Dongying Media. He's become the capital himself, even richer than when he was just an actor."
"Wen Yue is so lucky. She has the Wen family protecting her and Best Actor Gu caring for her. She reached the peak as soon as she debuted."
"Tell me about it. Some people are born in Rome, while others are born as mules."
While the crew members were whispering among themselves, a tall, noble figure suddenly walked in.
The man was wearing a three-piece suit, looking as if he had just come from an important event. A neatly folded pocket square rested in his left breast pocket. His hair was pushed back, revealing a handsome forehead, and his facial features were profound and exquisite, as if sculpted. With his arrival, the surrounding air seemed to freeze under the powerful, unapproachable aura he exuded.
The discussions came to an abrupt halt.
After the man walked in, the assistant following him brought in staff members from a time-honored brand in Ye City.
Seeing the logo on the exquisite wooden boxes the staff were carrying, everyone on set was completely stunned.
The afternoon tea from this time-honored brand was exclusively provided to the elites of high society.
"Hubby, why are you here?" Wen Yan stepped out of the restroom and immediately spotted Si Moyan, who stood out from the crowd.
Upon seeing Wen Yan, Si Moyan's cold, hard features instantly softened, and his unapproachable aura was withdrawn. "It's your first time officially filming. I came to visit the set."
Everyone looked astonished.
This big shot was actually Wen Yan's husband?
