"Sis, Sis, why are you only here now? I was almost possessed and torn to pieces."
Wen Xiaoshu was only fifteen, still in his third year of middle school. Essentially, he was just a young boy. Encountering such a thing, the fact that he hadn't fainted right away showed he was quite brave.
Wen Yan walked to the restroom door. Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, she offered a half-smile. "Who was it that told me to get lost this noon?"
Wen Xiaoshu was crying, his face covered in snot and tears. "I've never seen a ghost before! I thought you were lying to me. How was I supposed to know it was real?"
Why was he so unlucky?
Yesterday at school, his leg was broken when a senior girl fell on him, bringing along a dark, evil aura. Tonight, he was targeted by countless ghosts. If it weren't for his sister, would he have been torn to shreds by now?
Wen Yan looked at Wen Xiaoshu, who was crying so hard that snot bubbles were forming. She smiled helplessly and stepped forward, preparing to lift him off the floor, but a pair of long, strong arms beat her to it.
"I'll carry him," Si Moyan said, lifting Wen Xiaoshu up in his arms.
Resting in Si Moyan's embrace, Wen Xiaoshu instantly felt a wave of warmth, as if he had been moved from an ice cellar into the bright sunlight.
Wen Xiaoshu glanced at Si Moyan in confusion.
It was as if this man could dispel the cold!
Si Moyan placed Wen Xiaoshu on the hospital bed, then pulled out a few tissues to wipe away his snot bubbles.
Wen Xiaoshu's face flushed bright red, his expression awkward and uncomfortable.
This was so embarrassing!
"Sis, is he really your husband?" Wen Xiaoshu couldn't believe that his sister was already married at the age of twenty-one.
Wen Yan nodded. "Yes."
Si Moyan glanced at Wen Xiaoshu. "Call me brother-in-law."
Wen Xiaoshu snorted. "You haven't even had a wedding with my sister. Getting married in secret is just being a creep."
Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan. "This brother of yours is quite interesting."
Wen Jinglou brought a basin of water from the restroom. "Be a little more polite to your brother-in-law."
"I'll only call him brother-in-law the day he gives my sister the wedding of the century and lets the whole world know she is his wife."
Wen Yan took the towel from Wen Jinglou's hands. Sitting by the bed to wipe Wen Xiaoshu's face, she said, "The dark aura on your forehead hasn't dissipated yet. The danger is not over."
The hairs on Wen Xiaoshu's body stood on end.
He used to not believe in these things at all, but recently at their school, there had been three student suicides by jumping off buildings within a single month.
From seniors to freshmen, first a girl, then a boy, and the day before yesterday, the one who jumped and fell on him was another girl.
It was incredibly bizarre.
Wen Yan activated her Heavenly Dao Divine Eyes. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Wen Xiaoshu.
A scene appeared before her eyes.
Three days later, Wen Xiaoshu was sitting on the rooftop of the school building, his leg in a cast dangling gently over the edge.
His pale, handsome face carried a trace of absolute resolve for death.
Soon, he spread his arms and jumped off the rooftop.
His brains splattered out.
The image before Wen Yan's eyes instantly turned into a bloody blur.
Hiss...
Wen Yan gasped, the hairs all over her body standing up.
"Mrs. Si, what's wrong?"
Her slightly cold fingers were tightly grasped in the man's long, large palm. The chill in Wen Yan's body was driven away. She snapped back to reality and looked at Si Moyan with trembling eyelashes. "I saw some very bad images."
[Goodness, that was too terrifying! The next person to jump off a building at school is actually Xiaoshu!]
Wen Xiaoshu and Wen Jinglou's gazes snapped toward Wen Yan.
Had they heard her wrong?
Wen Yan pulled her hand back from Si Moyan's grasp. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, then looked at the pale Wen Xiaoshu. "Yesterday at school, did you find a note in your desk with the number 4 written on it?"
Wen Xiaoshu shook his head. "No."
If he hadn't just experienced the terrifying ordeal of almost being possessed, Wen Xiaoshu would have definitely thought Wen Yan was talking nonsense.
He was perfectly fine; why would he jump off a building?
Besides, his leg was injured now, so he couldn't go back to school for the time being. There was no way he could even reach the top floor of the school building!
But his sister wouldn't be fear-mongering for no reason!
"Dad, bring Xiaoshu's backpack over here."
Wen Jinglou hurriedly handed Wen Xiaoshu's backpack to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan dumped all the contents of the backpack out.
Sure enough, inside Wen Xiaoshu's English textbook, she found a note with the number 4 written on it.
Did 4 mean he was going to be the fourth person to jump at the school?
Goosebumps broke out all over Wen Xiaoshu and Wen Jinglou.
Wen Jinglou's face was full of panic. "Xiaoshu has excellent grades at school, follows the rules, and has never bullied anyone. How could he encounter such a thing?"
Although Xiaoshu wasn't his biological son, just like Wen Yan, he had raised him with care and considered them both his own children.
He didn't want anything bad to happen to either of them.
If anything terrible were to happen, he would rather take their place!
"Xiaoshu, you know the names of the three schoolmates who jumped before, right?"
Wen Xiaoshu nodded in fear and trepidation. "I know."
Wen Xiaoshu wrote the names down for Wen Yan.
Wen Yan walked to the window and checked them one by one in her Drama-Eating System.
Those three students, just like Xiaoshu, had excellent grades and were outstanding in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics.
There wasn't any special drama about them.
Wen Yan also looked at the photos of these three deceased students on Xiaoshu's school forum.
Judging from their facial features, Wen Yan could tell that they had suffered this disaster unexpectedly.
They shouldn't have died so early!
She couldn't deduce for the moment whether it was a human or a ghost that had killed them!
This whole matter reeked of bizarreness.
"Hubby, I won't be returning to Ye City for the next few days. Xiaoshu is in danger, so I have to stay here and watch over him."
Si Moyan nodded with a deep expression. "I'll stay too."
The most terrified and uneasy one was Wen Xiaoshu.
He really couldn't figure out how he would end up back at school in three days to jump off a building.
But with his dad, sister, and brother-in-law all guarding him, he felt like he wasn't quite as scared anymore.
Afraid of any accidents, Si Moyan called in a few more bodyguards from Ye City.
They guarded outside Wen Xiaoshu's hospital room in three shifts every day.
Wen Yan ate and slept in the hospital room, guarding Wen Xiaoshu almost without leaving his side.
As long as Wen Xiaoshu didn't return to school in three days, his life shouldn't be in danger anymore.
Soon, the third day arrived.
"Sis, it's only an hour until midnight. I should be safe now, right?"
Wen Yan looked at the dark aura still lingering on Wen Xiaoshu's forehead, her delicate brows furrowing. "We can't let our guard down until midnight has passed."
Another half an hour passed, and Wen Yan went to the restroom.
Wen Jinglou sat by the bed peeling an apple, while Wen Xiaoshu lay on the bed watching TV.
Wen Xiaoshu hadn't rested well for three days straight, and his eyelids were fighting to stay open.
Looking at Wen Xiaoshu nodding off, a trace of softness appeared on Wen Jinglou's rugged face. "Xiaoshu, if you want to sleep, just take a nap. Dad and your sister are in the room, and your brother-in-law is outside with the bodyguards. Nothing will happen."
Wen Xiaoshu nodded and lay down. "Then I'll snooze for a bit."
After tucking him in, Wen Jinglou lowered his head and went back to peeling the apple.
A moment later, Wen Yan emerged from the restroom. Glancing toward the hospital bed, her delicate brows instantly drew together. "Dad, where is Xiaoshu?"
"He's sleeping—" Wen Jinglou's words caught abruptly in his throat before he could finish.
He looked up at the completely empty bed, his pupils contracting sharply in shock!
