He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 215 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 22

Xiao Yichen seemed to have grown up overnight. He began to follow his father to various places and tried his best to learn.

Wen Yan's life was peaceful. Fu Chen indulged her so much that she almost never did what he asked.

When I have free time, I go back to visit Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen, and at the same time, I actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment.

"Miss Wen, may I ask why you feel so insecure?"

Wen Yan's eyes darted away: "I feel very satisfied."

Wen Yan sat opposite Xiao Junjian. This psychological counseling session was different from the previous ones. The desk that had been blocking the two of them had been moved, and they sat facing each other like friends.

Xiao Junjian was a gentle person who was patient and responsible towards his patients. He keenly sensed Wen Yan's resistance, so he paused and sat down diagonally above her.

He is an experienced doctor.

He might ignore other patients who lie or remain silent until they become enraged and reveal their darkest thoughts through insults.

But Wen Yan is different.

Her trauma dictated that she was a gentle person, but even a clay figure has some temper, and Wen Yan also had her quirks; she refused to communicate.

No, it should be said that she refuses to communicate heart-to-heart.

She can talk to you, but she won't reveal her deepest thoughts to you or anyone else.

If he chooses to ignore her, forcing her to break down her psychological defenses and digging into her inner thoughts, her illness will only worsen.

For three hours, Wen Yan remained silent, immersed in her own world.

Xiao Junjian sighed. Psychotherapy is a long process.

He called Fu Chen in. "Mr. Fu, please pay more attention to Miss Wen's emotions. She is reserved and unwilling to reveal her inner thoughts, but I am sure that she is extremely insecure."

Xiao Junjian looked embarrassed and coughed lightly: "May I be so bold as to ask, how far have things progressed between you and Miss Wen?"

We are currently in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

"Uh, I mean something that might be closer to you."

Fu Chen was taken aback, and after a moment of thought, he said, "We have never had sexual intercourse."

Xiao Junjian asked other questions, and Fu Chen answered them one by one, mostly about Fu Chen himself.

"So, although you two have established a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, and Miss Wen has been living at your house for about a month, you haven't shared a room or taken any further intimate steps?"

Fu Chen nodded, calm and composed: "Yan Yan is still sick, and I don't want to do anything to make things difficult for her."

After asking about the two people's recent situation in detail, Xiao Junjian nodded, called Wen Yan in, gave her a few instructions, and then let her leave.

Fu Chen didn't go to the company but drove Wen Yan home, thinking about Xiao Junjian's words the whole way.

Have you ever tried to understand her, or know what she's thinking?

Fu Chen nodded affirmatively, while Xiao Junjian asked meaningfully, "Do you understand her as you see her, or as she sees herself?"

“Mr. Fu, perhaps you should try to understand her and try to show your true self.”

Fu Chen was in a daze. Apart from the night Wen Yan got drunk, they had never opened their hearts to each other.

He was lost in his own thoughts, but in Wen Yan's eyes, he was angry. She lowered her head, her thick eyelashes damp with a hazy mist.

"Mr. Fu, please don't be angry. I did say something, but the doctor didn't believe me."

She tried to control her breathing and appear calm, but Fu Chen sensed the almost chaotic emotions beneath her calm breathing:

"sorry."

The car suddenly stopped.

Wen Yan was pulled forward by inertia, and she looked up at Fu Chen in surprise.

"Yan Yan, never apologize to me."

After Fu Chen finished speaking, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He walked around to her side and opened the door. His tall figure loomed over her, casting a shadow, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of an impending storm.

He frowned, his thin lips brushed against her ear, unbuckled her seatbelt, paused, then stepped back slightly to wipe away the tears that fell from her eyes in fear.

It's not with your hands, it's with your lips.

He abandoned the car, picked up Wen Yan and walked away. Wen Yan carefully climbed onto his shoulder and neck, burying her neck in his side. The slender and beautiful lines of her neck were fragile and powerless.

Although Fu Chen's steps were quick, they were steady, and he carried the person home, went upstairs, opened and closed the door, and drew the curtains.

When he drew the curtains, and the room was completely plunged into darkness, Wen Yan could no longer hold back her tears, and she trembled as she weakly clung to him.

"Mr. Fu, please don't... I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid, Yan Yan." Fu Chen continued to coax her patiently and gently, but his actions never stopped.

After all the curtains were drawn, Fu Chen placed her on the small sofa.

Wen Yan quickly broke away from him, curled up into a ball in the corner, her vision was dark and blurry, she couldn't see him but could hear his heavy breathing.

She shrank even further inside and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you going to do it this way?"

She thought her first time would be spent on this narrow sofa.

"At this."

He thought she was asking him where he could have heart-to-heart talks.

Wen Yan knew this day would come, and she had even fantasized about and looked forward to it. On that day, her feelings might have been confused, shy, happy, sweet, and so on.

But it was definitely not like now, when we're as frightened as birds startled by the mere twang of a bow.

Fu Chen had no idea what she was thinking. After calming his breathing, he slowly sat down on the ground, casually bending his long legs and loosening his tie with one hand before supporting himself on the ground.

He couldn't see her clearly either, only a blurry figure trembling against the corner.

He admitted he had gone too far, and ever since Xiao Junjian denied all he knew about her, he had been caught in a complex web of emotions.

He was torn between self-doubt and the desire to keep her.

Fu Chen wanted to light a cigarette, but when he took it out, he remembered that Wen Yan was still there, so he put the cigarette he was holding on the ground.

He looked up, and Wen Yan was just a dark shadow. He could smell the fragrance of her hair, and his fingertips touched her soft feet.

The shoes must have been left somewhere on the first floor.

"Yan Yan." In the darkness, one's senses are amplified infinitely, and Wen Yan could even hear the suppressed love in his deep voice.

“My darling, my baby, I really love you so much. I’ve never been so infatuated with anyone before. My heart aches when I see her tears. I want to love her to the core, but my reason comes back at the last moment and shouts that she will force herself on me and that she will be sad.”

"...Those beautiful eyes shouldn't have tears, they shouldn't be so sorrowful."

Fu Chen said with self-loathing, "Sometimes I can't even control my emotions, baby. Believe me, what you see in my eyes is real. Deep down, I don't know how many times I've possessed you in a frenzy."

"Your fear is the real thing. The gentle and gentlemanly demeanor you see is all an act. I am the devil, and nothing good comes from being entangled with me."

Fu Chen's eyes gleamed with a predatory light, dark and sinister, fixed intently on Wen Yan's direction, his gloomy gaze so intense it seemed he wanted to strip her naked and lick her.

Wen Yan felt a chill run down her spine, but undeniably, her heart was pounding, like riding a thrilling roller coaster at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

she likes.

She liked his possessiveness, which was so overwhelming that it invaded every breath she had.

This is the kind of security she likes.

People who get sick are more or less abnormal, and Wen Yan accepted her dark and special fetish in less than three seconds.

A blush gradually spread across her fair face, and her moist eyes gleamed with a dark light that vanished in an instant.

Fu Chen spoke in a casual tone, rambling on and on, completely dissecting himself and presenting himself to Wen Yan.

All the secrets and hypocrisy were crushed and scattered in Wen Yan's hands, for her to touch and knead.

He talked about everything—marriage, family, career, relatives… His obsessive and terrifying values ​​completely shocked Wen Yan.

But she didn't feel there was anything wrong with it; in fact, she was delighted.

He said that a husband and wife should be loyal to each other until death; infidelity is tantamount to death. He also said that no career could surpass her; she was number one in his heart, and he hoped she would be too…

Every time he mentioned something that resonated with Wen Yan, she would take a small step forward, until now, she was sitting in his lap, clinging to him.

Her slender waist was held captive in his hands, his strong arms tightening their grip until the two were completely pressed together.