He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 310 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 29

The curtains weren't drawn tightly, and sunlight slanted in through the gaps, forming a thick, transparent line.

Wen Yan was half-awake, her arms draped over the blanket, her hair gently stroked against her cheeks, revealing her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Her cheeks were rosy and her eyelashes fluttered.

Chen Yan's heart softened completely. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then quietly got out of bed, put on his pants, and the black python clinging to his shoulder blades had bright, eerie eyes.

He noticed the scattered pieces of fabric around the bed, picked them up one by one, and went into the bathroom.

When Wen Yan woke up, he was rubbing the bed sheets.

He squatted down, filled a basin with water, and scrubbed diligently.

Wen Yan was wrapped in Chen Yan's bathrobe, the ties loosely tied, the sleeves so large they could be used as fans.

"Chen Yan." Her voice was soft, her throat was a little hoarse, and her voice was weak and powerless.

Chen Yan turned around and saw that she was still unsteady while leaning against the wall, so he quickly got up, wiped his hand on his pants, and went to help her. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mmm," Wen Yan said, sounding a little aggrieved, "I don't have the strength."

Chen Yan lowered his eyes and whispered words of comfort.

Wen Yan leaned against him, poking at his eye where a black python was tattooed, looking worried: "Dad won't approve of this tattoo."

She gripped his arm, looked up at him, and her eyes showed worry.

Chen Yan then said softly:

"I'll wear long sleeves and trousers, buttoning them all the way up to the top, covering myself up completely so Dad won't see me, okay?"

Wen Yan pursed her lips and added, "Neither of us can take off our clothes at home, and you have to listen to everything I say!"

She harbored a little selfish motive, vying with the man for control over him.

Chen Yan understood perfectly well, but he was happy to agree. He nodded and made a three-point agreement with her, and even recorded a voice message: "I promise that when I go to Yan Yan's house, I will take Yan Yan's words as the highest command and carry them out resolutely."

Meeting the parents was settled just like that.

Chen Yan gently placed Wen Yan back on the bed. Just then, there was a knock on the door. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'll go get my clothes."

Chen Yan put on a T-shirt and opened the door to get his clothes.

When he saw the fabric fluttering on the ground when he got up this morning, he called someone to bring clothes up.

He then picked up the fabric scraps barefoot, cleaning up the mess before Wen Yan woke up.

She's easily embarrassed; she'll get angry when she sees it.

"Chen Yan, what are you looking at?" Wen Yan noticed Chen Yan holding up his clothes but staring at a spot on the floor, and was a little confused. She also sat up to look: "Nothing special."

So she looked at him with puzzled eyes.

The girl's clear eyes, still moist from waking up, gazed at him with a dependent and clingy look.

Chen Yan couldn't stand her gaze; his heart pounded, and he longed to hug her and kiss her eyes until they were even more moist.

Of course, he didn't do that.

He simply leaned down and gently touched her eyelids, stroking her long hair: "Want to sleep a little longer?"

Wen Yan shook her head: "I don't want to sleep here."

Perhaps because of a bad first impression of Old Man Chen and the Chen family, resting here felt awkward, like being a guest in someone else's house.

Wen Yan's mouth was a little dry, and she wanted to drink water but didn't want to move herself.

So she nuzzled Chen Yan's chin and begged him to pour it: "It has to be warm."

While Chen Yan went downstairs to get water, she slowly got up and put on her clothes.

Chen Yan himself has a simple style of dressing, but he has a good eye and the clothes he chooses are all very suitable for Wen Yan.

She wore a light green long dress with a white belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender waist. She also wore off-white leather shoes, and the hem of her dress rippled like clusters of tender green waves as she walked.

Her eyes were bright, with the vitality of lush green grass in spring, yet softer than grass.

As Chen Yan pushed open the door, Wen Yan turned around and smiled at him, her dimples shallow. She twirled around and asked, "Does it look good?"

Chen Yan remained silent for a long time, his gaze never leaving her. "Beautiful."

Wen Yan happily hugged his arm.

Chen Yan lowered his eyes, gently brushed a strand of hair from her lips, his gaze deep and knowing, and fed her small sips of water with his other hand.

Wen Yan took a few sips, then couldn't drink anymore. She turned her mouth to the left and said, "That's enough."

Chen Yan gulped down the water. "My turn."

The next second, the man's kiss landed precisely on his lips.

The man had high, prominent brow bones and thick, long eyelashes that brushed against Wen Yan's skin, causing a ticklish sensation that made her tremble involuntarily.

With her head held in place, her thin lips pressed down precisely. Her lips, soft and moist from being fully hydrated, easily slipped inside, sucking until her lip tingled.

Wen Yan could feel the light touch of his eyelashes on her face. He was so engrossed in the kiss that his eyes were filled with undisguised desire. When their eyes met, Chen Yan covered her eyes and kissed her even more passionately.

When she stepped out the door again, Wen Yan's lips were as red as cherries.

She turned her head and glared at Chen Yan several times, only to be forced back by his lingering gaze.

Wen Yan muttered resentfully, "It's broken!"

Chen Yan replied, "I'll let you bite back."

As he spoke, he actually lowered his head and moved closer to Wen Yan, who covered her mouth and backed away repeatedly.

The downstairs was eerily quiet. The once bustling house seemed to have been put on pause today. If it weren't for the steaming breakfast on the table, Wen Yan would have suspected something was amiss.

Feeling infected, she lowered her voice and said, "Why don't I see anyone?"

Chen Yan filled a bowl of porridge for her, not paying much attention: "She went to watch the excitement at the entrance."

After noticing Wen Yan's clearly interested gaze, he added a few more words: "Last night... the bride and groom both went into the wrong room."

Wen Yan swallowed the scalding porridge and eagerly asked, "And then? And then?"

Chen Yan wasn't a good gossip buddy. Faced with Wen Yan's eager expression, he simply picked up the bowl and started blowing on the porridge. Only after it was no longer too hot did he continue talking.

Everything that should have happened and shouldn't have happened happened; the group pushed open the door and saw most of the scene.

No one bothered to find out who started it, and all the background and consequences were thrown aside.

Old Chen had a bad temper; I heard that an oxygen concentrator was on the way.

The two did not linger at the Chen residence. After eating a few bites, they left through the back door.

When Old Man Chen returned, furious, he found that his son had eaten his leftovers.

He then vented his anger for several hours.

"What kind of bastards are coming from the Chen family...?"

They no longer cared about being refined; they wished they could curse the Yellow River backwards.

"When is Uncle free?" Chen Yan asked as he drove, glancing through the rearview mirror at Wen Yan, who stubbornly refused to sit in the passenger seat, and could only see the back of her round head.

It's strangely cute.

Chen Yan's lips curled up slightly, then quickly suppressed it, only to be caught by Wen Yan at a glance: "Fine! I'm angry! And you're still smiling!"

Chen Yanshun said, "He didn't laugh."

Wen Yan couldn't coax him: "You're talking nonsense!"

Chen Yan compromised: "Okay, I'm laughing."

"You really are making fun of me..." Wen Yan kept talking, not noticing when Chen Yan parked the car on the side of the road. He turned around, his tall figure pressed down on her, and kissed her firmly a few times.

It's quiet now.

Keep driving.

Wen Yan twisted the hem of her skirt, quietly acting like a quail, or rather, a fully ripe quail.

As a result, Chen Yan coaxed the fully cooked quail with a cup of hot milk tea and a bouquet of flowers.

The quail sipped its milk tea, inhaled the fragrance of flowers, and squinted its eyes in contentment.

Chen Yancai brought up the previous question again: "Dad, have you had time to meet your future son-in-law?"

Sometimes you really can't doubt Chen Yan's thick skin.

"Dad," she called out lightly.

Wen Yan snorted: "That depends on when Boss Chen's car dealership opens!"

Chen Yan found out about the car dealership from some hidden corner and laughed in exasperation.

"Should I meet my future father-in-law as a taxi driver or as the car dealership owner? Hmm? My girlfriend?"

His voice rose at the end, inexplicably alluring: "How about I be Master Chen on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Boss Chen on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?"

Wen Yan followed up with a question: "What about Sunday?"

Chen Yan blurted out, "Car repair on Sunday."

Wen Yan asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Chen Yan glanced at her calmly, his lips barely moving as he said, "You're energetic."