He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 140 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

The college entrance examination results came out very quickly, almost at the very end of December.

Wen Yan won the top score in the liberal arts category with a precipitous leap.

Wen's parents were overjoyed and wanted to take advantage of the time gap to let Wen Yan return to the city early for a family reunion during the New Year.

Wen Yan wanted to refuse, but the old man Tiandao's crying was so annoying that she could only frown, put on her bag, and board the train back to the city.

Shen Que came to see her off.

The wind was cold, and her face was buried in her red scarf, revealing only her two watery eyes, which seemed to fall with every turn of her head.

"Shen Que, I can't bear to part with you."

Forgetting all about being shy, Wen Yan hugged Shen Que's slender waist and felt a lump in her throat.

A strong sense of parting quickly spread.

How could Shen Que bear to part with her?

He held the beautiful woman in his arms tightly, his dark eyes almost torn apart by the surging reluctance.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice heavy: "It's cold, remember to use a thermos. Make sure you're covered up tightly with the blankets at night, and don't leave your hands outside the covers, you'll easily catch a cold..."

Shen Que talked a lot today.

Wen Yan nodded repeatedly at him.

The rumble of the train drew closer; she was about to board.

"Yanyan, don't let yourself be wronged."

Shen Que carried his luggage to the station entrance, his calm gaze seemingly wanting to etch her image forever.

"I will come to find you, wait for me."

Wen Yan nodded vigorously, her eyelashes glistening with tears.

"You must come find me."

She turned back and walked a few steps, then turned around and ran to him, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cold lips hard before turning away again.

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When Wen Yan arrived home, it was almost New Year's Eve, and the usually quiet military compound was filled with festive cheer.

Wen's mother hadn't seen Wen Yan for more than half a year. When she appeared at the door with her luggage, she held back her tears and said in a sob, "You've suffered so much, but you haven't been able to say it."

The woman in front of me had incredibly soft and supple skin, bright, watery eyes, and was wearing small leather shoes, a red scarf, and a brand-new coat.

They don't look like they've suffered at all.

Wen's mother choked.

But the tears still had to flow.

"Xiaoyan, you've lost weight."

Wen Yan pinched her waist, wondering why she felt like she had gained weight.

Indeed, since ancient times, parents have always seen their children as thin.

Mr. Wen, being reserved, did not greet her at the door, but remained seated in the main seat. Upon hearing Mrs. Wen's call, he could not help but stand up, glancing towards the door out of the corner of his eye.

Wen Zeyu seemed to have grown up quite a bit, and he no longer called her by her name playfully, but only called her "sister".

My eyes welled up with tears as I turned my head.

Wen Yan was helpless.

There's no need for that, really no need.

She really didn't suffer much.

After moving into Shen Que's house, he even washed her clothes. She was a true lady of a noble family in ancient times, never lifting a finger to do housework.

The family enjoyed a happy reunion dinner and chatted for a while about their trip to the countryside. It was almost midnight by then.

While everyone was distracted, Wen Yan slipped a handful of sunflower seeds into 233's hand.

Then he grabbed another handful and started leisurely munching on them.

She tried to bring up Shen Que several times, but was always brushed off with a laugh.

“Dad, Shen Que and I have already registered our marriage. Even if you don’t want to acknowledge this son-in-law, you have to.”

Mr. Wen silently took a swig of his drink, the spicy sensation exploding in his mouth.

Wen Yan shook her head helplessly, her voice softening: "He takes very good care of his daughter. Have you ever seen any other educated youth who came back from the countryside like me? They all suffered a lot, but look at me."

She even got up and turned around.

Even though Wen's father was unwilling, he had to admit that Wen Yan was doing well.

Judging from the luggage she brought back, her clothing, and her behavior.

"what do you think."

Wen's father relented.

What could he do? Could he really sever ties as his daughter suggested in her letter?

Wen Yan leaned over and said some witty remarks, which eased the tension between Wen's parents before they finally spoke up about their own thoughts.

The marriage cannot be dissolved; she still wants the person, so...

"Dad, could you find him a job so he can go back to the city first?"

Father Wen's face darkened, and he snorted unhappily: "If he's capable, let him do it himself. If he's not, then never see him again. Alright, that's enough. This matter ends here."

Wen Yan shrugged; this was the best possible outcome.

I just don't know how Shen Que is doing.

Unlike the harmonious atmosphere at Wenyan's house, Shen Que's home was deserted.

The day after Wen Yan left, Grandma seemed to have lost all her vitality, lying withered on the bed, and passed away just one day later.

He knew his grandmother was in poor health; it had been bad since the college entrance exams. He never imagined she would only last another month.

The tall man was distraught and knelt before the mourning hall.

The surrounding lights outside the courtyard separated him from the view.

After his grandmother left, not a single lamp in the world remained lit for him.

Shen Que silently burned the paper money, his heart aching as he recalled his grandmother's last words.

"Little San, Grandma's health isn't good anymore. It's an old ailment from when I was young. These bound feet have been with me my whole life, and they've been a burden to me my whole life. Don't let them trap you. If you like her, go for it and don't have any regrets."

Grandma Shen's cloudy eyes were filled with reluctance.

"I'm leaving now. You must live well. Xiaoyan is a good person. She's waiting for you to go find her. You must go find her. Grandma... I'm leaving now."

The wrinkled hand hung limply.

After New Year's Eve that year, Shen Que had no relatives left.