He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 208 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 15

Fu Chen held the thermometer up to the wall lamp and looked at the mercury: "38.1 degrees Celsius, low-grade fever."

Wen Yan's head was spinning, and she squinted at her, her face and eyes red.

Fu Chen felt a pang of heartache. He sat sideways and helped her lean against his chest. Wen Yan felt like a small furnace, pressing against his slightly cooler chest to cool down.

In a daze, I was fed some warm water and medicine, and then I felt the person I was leaning against get up, as if they were about to leave.

"No...don't go."

Wen Yan struggled to hold onto Fu Chen's thumb, her intermittent murmurs sounding fragile and helpless.

She frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and with a blink, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, ready to fall.

"Mom... Dad... I didn't mean to get sick. I'll never eat ice cream again. Please don't go..."

Wen Yan's head was throbbing, and panic almost consumed her. Her head slumped on the pillow, her black hair streaked to her cheeks and stuck with tears. She stubbornly reached out, wanting only to grab the person in front of her.

Seeing her large tears falling down, Fu Chen felt his heart break and gently comforted her by pressing his forehead against hers.

"Yan Yan, be good, don't cry. I won't leave. I'll stay here with you. Please don't cry."

"Yan Yan, open your eyes and see who I am?"

Tears blurred Wen Yan's vision, but she tried her best to open her eyes: "Are you Fu Chen?"

"Yes, it's me. I won't leave. I'll stay with you, watch you perform, watch you eat, and watch you slowly become happier. With you here, how could I bear to leave?"

Wen Yan blurted out a nonsensical sentence: "Yeah, Mr. Fu loves me the most. He can't bear to leave. If he leaves, I'll cry."

Fu Chen chuckled silently, feeling completely under her thumb.

"Yes, I love you the most and I can't bear to see you cry."

He had originally planned to go out and call Vlad to ask for leave, but Wen Yan was so dependent on him now, and he secretly wanted to be closer to her.

So he took off his shoes and got into bed. During this time, Wen Yan kept blinking and staring at him, her warm little face pressed against his waist and abdomen.

His low voice on the phone sounded like a lullaby.

"Hello, Vlad? This is Fu Chen... Yes, okay, then we'll take a few days off... Okay, goodbye."

After turning off her phone, Wen Yan tilted her head back, waiting for Fu Chen to continue.

Fu Chen stroked her long hair and said softly:

"Vlad said several members of the orchestra have stomach problems and are currently in the hospital on IV drips, so the performance will probably have to be postponed. I've also asked you for leave back home, so get some rest."

Wen Yan continued to stare intently at his face, her lips trembling, tears welling up but not falling: "...I feel unwell."

"Where does it hurt?"

"I feel sticky all over, I need to wash myself clean before I can sleep."

Fu Chen's hand froze on the back of her head, his throat dry. After a long while, he finally opened his lips, trying to wake her dazed mind: "Wen Yan, who am I?"

"Fu Chen".

"Since you know it's me... why did you still let me wipe your body?"

"...You won't give it to me?"

Wen Yan's eyes were already brimming with tears, ready to well at any moment.

Fu Chen's brow twitched. Wen Yan was exceptionally sensitive when she was sick. If he did not do what she wanted in the slightest, she could cry until she had no tears left.

She didn't make a sound, just kept her eyes open and silently shed tears; you wouldn't even know she was crying unless you looked at her.

Fu Chen cupped her flushed face in his hands: "Are you made of water? You're so nagging."

There was no other meaning behind those words. After Fu Chen finished speaking, he got some water, took a towel, and moistened it with warm water to wipe her down.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and it would turn red if he applied even a little force, so Fu Chen could only move very gently.

I lifted the blanket, rolled up my sleeves to wipe my arms, then my stomach and lower abdomen. I turned her over and wiped her back, then her calves and toes.

Other places are beyond his reach right now.

Fu Chen's eyes were deep and mysterious. After rinsing himself with water, he turned over and got into bed, turning to hug Wen Yan.

Sometimes it's really hard to tell if she's sick and unconscious, or if she's doing it on purpose.

But none of that matters.

He's happy to do it.

Wen Yan swayed in his arms for a while, then craned her neck to meet his gaze.

She was no longer afraid of him. Seeing the dark look of suppressed desire swirling in his eyes, she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned in and kissed his eyes.

Fu Chen was caught off guard. His eyes trembled as he looked at the warm, soft, and alluring lips beneath his eyelids.

Her voice was soft and hoarse:

"Fu Chen, be my boyfriend."