He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 253 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 3)

The first night after rebirth.

Zhou Yan stared blankly, pulled the pink blanket over his neck, and forced himself to close his eyes.

The little girl's unique fragrance lingered faintly at the tip of my nose, just the right amount to help me sleep.

Zhou Yan is a light sleeper, but tonight, for the first time ever, he didn't spend much time trying to fall asleep; he simply closed his eyes and drifted off.

Wen Yan was scurrying around beside him, but she didn't wake him up.

After confirming that Zhou Yan was asleep, Wen Yan gradually calmed down, and a serious expression appeared on her chubby face that was incongruous with her age.

She chatted with 233 casually.

Her thoughts drifted to the little boy's beautiful sleeping face, and she couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Originally, she planned to use her childhood sweetheart identity to slowly accompany him as he grew up, and then have a normal relationship and get married.

It seems that it won't work now.

She was afraid that Zhou Yan wouldn't be ready to love her before he died.

He has already suffered so much; a budding romance may not be able to break down the solid fortress he has erected.

Wen Yan was distressed, but there was nothing she could do.

She simply turned over to face Zhou Yan, silently closed her eyes, and thought there would always be a way.

One bed, two blankets, two mature souls lying there, dreaming two different dreams, one bitter and one sweet.

Wen Yan was shaken awake by Bai Wan. She rubbed her eyes and found that no one was beside her: "Mom, where is Zhou Yan?"

Bai Wan helped her put on a little dress, looked her over from left to right, and was quite satisfied. Hearing this, she said, "He's home. His mother seems to be back. Xiao Yan, come on, turn around for your mother to see. Not bad, not bad, you look so pretty! Go wash up."

Wen Yan obediently went to wash up, ate a simple breakfast, and while Bai Wan wasn't paying attention, changed into a simple short-sleeved shirt and shorts, picked up a bucket, and ran next door to knock on the door.

"Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan, are you home? Open the door for me."

Wen Yan leaned closer and pressed her ear against the door to listen. There were sounds coming from inside, but no one opened the door for a long time.

She called out several more times, but the door still wouldn't open. She even considered climbing a ladder from her house to the neighbor's.

Fortunately, just as this thought crossed my mind, the door opened a crack.

Zhou Yan's unnaturally cold eyes pierced through the slits and looked at her, appearing exceptionally gloomy and dark, as if a bone-chilling coldness had instantly enveloped her: "What is it?"

Wen Yan felt uncomfortable; a thin layer of goosebumps rose on her arms. She lowered her head as if to hide it, glanced at the bucket, and then excitedly held it up: "Let's go fishing together..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The shaking of the bucket stopped.

Wen Yan's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the bright red handprint on his face, and she involuntarily flew into a rage.

She gritted her teeth, her grip on the plastic bucket tightening, and said, slowly and deliberately, "Who hit me?"

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his long, narrow eyes containing a hint of inquiry.

Is she angry?

why?

But she still obediently turned to the side.

From Wen Yan's perspective, she saw the face of the long-haired, wavy woman, her anger still simmering.

Zhou Min's face was pale, her eyes filled with anger, but even more so with fear, intertwined with other complex emotions.

When she saw Wen Yan, she was clearly taken aback, and tried to put on a kind smile, which looked fake and incongruous.

"You're the kid next door, aren't you?" After the anger abruptly stopped, his voice was hoarse.

Wen Yan flung the bucket aside, spread her arms, and domineeringly shielded Zhou Yan behind her: "You bad woman, you hit a child, I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

Zhou Yan was startled by the push. By the time he realized what was happening, the little girl had already marked out her territory like a cat with its fur standing on end, protecting him.

I can't describe the feeling.

strange.

Wen Yan's hair was jet black, loose and draped behind her head. It must have just been washed and was not completely dry. There was a faint scent of soapberry in the wind, mixed with the subtle fragrance of lotus flowers.

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered with emotion before finally settling into calm.

Wen Yan glanced around the yard a few times, found a broom made of bamboo strips taller than a person, gripped it tightly with her two little hands, and without saying a word, rushed over to hit Zhou Min's skirt.

Her aggressive demeanor startled Zhou Min, who took a step back.

While she was distracted, Wen Yan pulled Zhou Yan and ran towards the door. They ran all the way to their own house, locked the door, and the commotion attracted Bai Wan's attention.

She first looked at Wen Yan, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing slightly: "Why are you wearing shorts now?"

Wen Yan was in a daze. When she suddenly heard her voice, large tears that had been welling up in her eyes burst out. She cried out, "Mom, someone is hitting the child."

Bai Wan was startled. She wiped her hands on her apron, stopped washing her clothes, and came over to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry. Tell Mommy what happened?"

Wen Yan kept shaking her head, her hand still tightly holding Zhou Yan's; she was very sad.

"Mom, Zhou Yan's mom hit him."

"It hurts."

Bai Wan was taken aback, and only then did she notice Zhou Yan, who was silent beside her. His already thin face was swollen on one side, with several handprints overlapping each other, clearly indicating that he had used great force.

Bai Wan felt uneasy. What kind of deep-seated hatred or resentment could warrant beating a child like that?

Zhou Yan remained silent, his deep eyes fixed on Wen Yan's eyes as if he were lost in thought.

"Old Wen, come out quickly," Bai Wan called into the house.

Hearing the noise, Wen Qingshan came out. Wen Yan looked at him with teary eyes, sobbing softly.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"

The elderly father was heartbroken. He went over and wiped away her tears, speaking gently.

Bai Wan explained from the side, and Wen Qingshan then turned his gaze to Zhou Yang's swollen left cheek.

Zhou Yan remained quiet throughout, obediently letting his little hand be held, as silent as a passerby.

When Wen Yan saw Wen Qingshan and Bai Wan, it was as if she had found a backer, and she let go of their arms to hug them.

Just as my hand started to loosen, it was gripped again by a strong force.

She paused, then stopped moving after realizing who it was.

He's a dull person.

Actually, Zhou Yan didn't understand either. He just felt that Wen Yan's hand was small, warm, and soft, and he wanted to hold it, so he did.

In that position, Wen Yan complained in a soft, low-pitched voice.

Actually, she didn't see anything, but that didn't stop her from saying it. Besides, while she was waiting for Zhou Yan to open the door, he was hitting her, even though they were just a door away.

Wen Yan dared not imagine how frantic she would be if Zhou Yan were more seriously injured.

Won't it get out of control and kill someone?

Yeah, she's actually pretty crazy too.

Wen Yan reflected on herself for a few seconds.

"Knock down."

"Who?" Wen Qingshan called out.

“It’s me… Zhou Yan’s mother.”

The group fell silent for a moment, exchanged glances, and then Wen Qingshan went to open the door.

Without making a sound, Wen Yan pulled Zhou Yan behind her, and then she hid behind Bai Wan.

Opening the door, Zhou Min felt awkward looking at the wary family. Then she saw Zhou Yan huddled behind the little girl, and her heart felt heavy.

He opened his mouth hesitantly, but didn't know what to say.

Wen Qingshan spoke first: "How should I address you?"

"Zhou Min. Shall we talk?"

Wen Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that they could talk.

The problem is that she is the child's mother; if she forcibly takes the child away, they can't say anything.

"Zhou Yan, don't be afraid, your mom and dad are going to get justice for you." Wen Yan, who had been crying miserably, recovered and even comforted Zhou Yan.

"Let adults handle their own affairs; children should just focus on having fun."

Zhou Yan was confused.

Are you responsible for happiness?