He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 210 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 17

The performance in country F was postponed by two days.

The good news is that Vlad has found a new violinist, but the bad news is that the violinist will have to wait two days to fly over due to some personal reasons.

This also means that Wen Yan will have to perform two more shows in Country F.

Tonight's performance was the last one, but there were still two days until Brother Li's agreed-upon start time.

Wen Yan was debating whether to return to China immediately after the event or stay a few more days before going back.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fu Chen's movements. The sound of the sofa moving came from the living room, and Wen Yan put down her pajamas and went out to see what was happening.

Fu Chen had already moved the sofa and was now squeezing onto the sofa in Wen Yan's room with a blanket. His long legs were curled up in the narrow sofa, giving him a rather pitiful look.

Moreover, this person is handsome, with a serious and composed demeanor; he seems like a proper and upright person.

but!

Who would be lounging on the sofa in a girl's room?

If Fu Chen could be considered a steady and reliable suitor before, after receiving Wen Yan's formal confirmation, his true nature, hidden beneath his gentlemanly exterior, gradually began to emerge.

Especially after consulting with a doctor, his scheming nature became even more uncontrollable.

“Mr. Fu, it’s very late, you…” Wen Yan pointed to the sofa where he was lying, uncertainly: “Are you going to sleep here?”

Fu Chen unbuttoned his coat, calmly took it off, folded it, and placed it at the end of the sofa. He nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

Wen Yan was bewildered: "This sofa is small, and don't you... have a room?"

"Oh, you mean the room? I just checked out."

You cancelled it?!

"Where do you sleep then?"

Fu Chen looked at her with an ambiguous expression: "Then it depends on Miss Wen."

He started addressing her as Miss Wen again, using flowery language, as if he were contradicting the Mr. Fu she was referring to.

Wen Yan moved her hand that was on the hem of her skirt, turned around and went into the room, but left the door open.

A soft voice seemed to drift out from the innermost part: "Then you can sleep on the sofa."

Fu Chen glanced at the open door, which he considered a kind of unconventional invitation.

So, with Wen Yan's subconscious tacit approval, Fu Chen moved from the sofa to the room.

He's now occupying half of her big bed.

But he was very proper. Wen Yan was anxious for half the night, but he just held her without moving. If it weren't for the warmth emanating from the tightly wrapped arms around her waist, she would have suspected that the person lying next to her was a block of wood.

While he was thinking, Fu Chen suddenly moved, his hand stroking her hair: "Yan Yan, shall we go for a follow-up check-up after we return to China?"

Wen Yan calculated that the time seemed to be about right, so she nodded gently.

Seeing that Fu Chen was only holding her and had no other intentions, she gradually became sleepy and snuggled into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Wen Yan did not choose to stay a few more days. After all, she had redeemed the current vacation in advance, and she did not want to work a month straight afterward.

So I booked the earliest flight back to City A.

Fu Chen had been away from the company for so long, and there were a lot of things that needed to be dealt with. The two agreed to go to the hospital at noon the next day, and Wen Yan got into the car that was picking her up.

After seeing the driver's face clearly through the rearview mirror, Wen Yan pressed her wrist and sighed to herself.

It's so hard to be a civilized person.

The car smoothly drove into a neighborhood she wasn't familiar with. The driver opened the door, and Wen Yan didn't make things difficult for him. She got out of the car and walked into the small villa, her expression calm and silent throughout.

As expected, Bai Wan was waiting inside, as was Wen Yu.

Both of them looked travel-worn, their fatigue evident even in their foundation.

"Xiao Yan, you have to get married."

Wen Yu spoke first; he must have been sleepless for several nights, as his eyes were bloodshot. Bai Wan's condition wasn't much better.

She grabbed Wen Yan's hand: "Please, Xiao Yan, are you going to watch your father and I go bankrupt?"

Bankrupt?

Wen Yan's mind stirred slightly. Recalling Fu Chen's promise from a few days ago, she felt reassured. She pushed Bai Wan's hand away and looked at the two of them without saying a word.

He took in the sight of the two men's disheveled state.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Wen Yu slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily, "How can it not concern you? You're surnamed Wen, I'm your father!"

"Xiaoyan, don't be angry. Your dad didn't mean it that way. Even if we're broken, we're still connected by blood. I know you still blame us deep down. Yes, we were wrong. We were wrong to ignore you and not care about you. But we regret it now."

Bai Wan hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes, "We're also becoming parents for the first time..."

The air was quiet, with only Bai Wan's tearful confessions echoing in the air.

Wen Yan suddenly felt very tired, as if something was pressing down on her, making her head ache and her heart ache.

She took a breath, pulled out her medical report, and threw it at the weeping man's face, splattering two pages at Wen Yu's feet.

A diagnosis of depression.

Let her fight for the family affection that the original owner longed for one last time.

"depression?!"

"Xiaoyan, are you sick?"

"Wen Yu, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say your parents would take care of you without any problem? I don't care, you got sick in your Wen family, so you'll have to pay for your medical treatment!"

Bai Wan didn't even look down. When she found out it was a medical record, she flew into a rage, yelling at the top of her lungs, completely unlike a lady of leisure.

Wen Yu said impatiently, "Alright, you know I don't have any money right now. I'll only have money to treat her after we get married into the Xiao family!"

Correct!

And the Xiao family too!

Xiao Yichen promised them that as long as they married Wen Yan, he would make up for the financial hole between their two families, and the Xiao family's projects would also give them priority consideration.

Wen Yu's mind stirred:

“Xiaoyan, you see, your mother and I are indeed short of funds right now. Treating illness is a big deal and requires money. After you and Xiao Yichen get married, our company will recover and we will immediately send you abroad for treatment. I know that the equipment abroad is advanced and there will definitely be no problem.”

"By the way, don't tell Xiao Yichen about your depression..."

Even if she gets medical treatment, we have to keep it a secret. We'll find an excuse to send her abroad for treatment after she gets married, and that will guarantee the Xiao family a healthy daughter-in-law.

Wen Yu's abacus beads were bouncing around, and Bai Wan wasn't idle either, but she and Wen Yu had a disagreement.

She believed that Xiao Yichen should be told about Wen Yan's illness, for the following reasons: "While he's currently paying attention to Xiao Yan, he might put more effort into it..."

Wen Yu frowned and refuted her point of view: "I'm a man, how could I not understand? It sounds nice, he's only paying attention at the beginning, what about later? Does he have that much patience? Besides, are Mr. and Mrs. Xiao easy to deal with? If they knew their daughter-in-law was sick, would they still let her marry into the family?"

Bai Wan thought about it and agreed, so the two of them discussed it in front of Wen Yan.

The diagnosis report fell to the ground as lightly as a feather.

The original owner's overwhelming emotions also dissipated.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, a pleasant surprise?

She was eager to teach the two a lesson in pure fists, as she had plenty of ways to inflict pain without leaving any visible wounds.

"You beasts! You animals! Are you trying to drive me crazy?!"

The door was kicked open, and Old Man Wen's angry curses were deafening, startling all three people in the room.

Wen Yu stood up abruptly and weakly called out, "Dad."

Old Man Wen didn't even glance at him, and walked towards Wen Yan with a pained expression.

How could his well-behaved and sensible granddaughter end up with such heartless parents?

Wen Yan blinked, looked at the old man walking unsteadily towards her, and tears streamed down her face: "Grandpa."