He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 306 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 25

Chen Yan reached out to stop her once, but failed. He then watched quietly as she jumped back into the room in a panic and closed the door.

It's fine to tease a child a little, but if you go too far, you'll only hurt yourself.

Pots and pans were piled up in the sink in the kitchen. Chen Yan took the small blue floral apron hanging on the side of the cupboard and tied it around her waist. She turned on the tap with her fingertips, and the sound of water gushing out onto the edge of the porcelain white bowl.

His eyes were downcast as he carefully wiped the rim of the bowl with a dishcloth. His long, slender fingers and fair skin revealed faint, raised veins.

Wenyan back-adhesive door.

Peeking through the crack in the door at the busy man in the kitchen, Chen Yan, wearing an apron, appeared to have broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, exuding a strong sense of domesticity and husbandly charm.

A few flashes of light appeared in Wen Yan's dark eyes.

Her usually tightly pursed pink lips curved into a slight smile.

If the other party sincerely invites her again after the first time, she might really do something to satisfy the innocent girl's thirst for exploration.

Chen Yan would initially give Wen a WeChat message.

Being separated by half the globe, it took five or six hours for Wen Yan to actually reply to his message, which was sent five or six hours earlier.

Gradually, the frequency of sending messages decreased until they stopped sending messages altogether. In this way, the two became acquaintances who liked each other's posts on social media, and then became dusty objects in each other's WeChat friend lists.

Chen Yan was very concerned about his nephew's movements.

Although he really wanted to open his girlfriend's phone and search it carefully, his limited morality and sense of shame held him back.

Therefore, Chen Yan chose—

I would sneak a peek when Wen Yan's WeChat notification sounded, glance at her casually while she was browsing her Moments, and pass by when she was on the phone.

This made Wen Yan both amused and helpless. She would deliberately turn to the side to avoid him when sending messages, at which point he would straighten her body and look at her with a "what's the use" attitude.

Wen Yan's social circle is simple; she only has two or three friends: one is her childhood neighbor, and the other two are her college roommates.

After graduation, we went our separate ways, and as we grew further apart, our closeness gradually diminished.

In Wen Yan's mind, someone with Chen Yan's profession must be someone who can command a large following and has friends who can stand for blocks.

It turned out that after getting involved in his life, I learned that he was known as a technical tattoo artist who didn't make friends, only tattoos.

They have very few hobbies and interests.

To be honest, even sleeping could be considered one.

Previously, I could sleep soundly on a two-meter-wide bed in a hotel, but now I can only take a light nap on a low and narrow single sofa.

With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, a message suddenly appeared in the dormitory group chat, which had been quiet for a long time since Wen Yan graduated.

"I'm getting married! Anyone free to come to the wedding?"

Wen Yan stared blankly at the pop-up message, which showed that the sender was Bai Nuannuan.

Having lived a comfortable life for too long, San San has become so used to meowing and sunbathing that she has forgotten about the male and female protagonists in this world.

This is a story about a broken mirror being mended. The story begins with a divorce, and the protagonist is Bai Nuannuan, who just sent the message.

The plot is currently only at the prologue stage.

Wen Yan is a minor character, playing a small but significant role in facilitating the divorce.

She was wondering whether to follow the storyline or just give up.

It's not that important. Even without her, Bai Nuannuan still has reasons to get a divorce. Her appearance only makes those reasons more reasonable.

Just as she was hesitating, she inadvertently saw the invitation that Chen Yan had thrown aside.

Wen Yan picked it up and glanced at the date, then exclaimed, "You have friends getting married during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Nephew, we're not familiar with each other."

"Oh."

Wen Yan glanced at the invitation again, and after seeing the name on it, she felt as if she had been struck on the head. Her face showed a blank expression, as if she had been hit with a stick and was being forced to become an NPC.

The words, written prominently in gold and silver on a red background, are—

Bride: Bai Nuannuan.

Groom: Shen Sijin.

Is the world really that small?

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Your nephew's surname is Shen?"

Chen Yan explained, "He took his mother's surname."

Reasonable.

Wen Yan sighed softly. Since Chen Yan was involved, the plot had to be followed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yan put his arm around her shoulder and ruffled her hair. "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

He didn't want to embarrass her.

Wen Yan nestled in Chen Yan's arms and rubbed against him, saying, "Go ahead and meet your family."

Chen Yan paused, his pupils were very pale, and his lowered eyelashes concealed the coldness rising around his eyes. His voice was gentle and patient:

"They're not very friendly. Just stay by my side for a while, and if you feel wronged, remember to tell me like last time."

Wen Yan nodded slightly.