He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 139 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

There weren't many kinds of shopping malls in those days, and Wen Yan got tired after browsing for a while. She picked out a few things casually and urged Shen Que to go home.

Grandma Shen was at home, no longer as nervous as yesterday. But when she saw the newly issued marriage certificate, the old lady was so surprised that she almost did a dragon dance on the spot.

"Okay, okay, you're all good kids, good kids."

Even elderly people couldn't help but shed tears.

She touched the moisture in the corner of her eye; the wrinkled eyelids were now glistening with water, making her look especially pitiful.

As if he had finally put an end to his worries, his whole body trembled visibly.

The family enjoyed a happy meal that day, which they used as their wedding banquet.

Shen Que wanted to hold a wedding, but Wen Yan politely declined.

People who hold weddings here are mostly there for the meat and vegetables; very few are truly sincere.

It's better not to hold a ceremony at all; a family meal together is enough.

Shen Que remained silent for a moment, then nodded quietly.

"I've wronged you."

"Of course I'm not wronged, I'm already doing very well."

Wen Yan genuinely feels that she is living a good life and does not feel wronged.

But the man on the other side didn't think so.

His deep eyes trembled slightly as he held the large bowl in front of him and swallowed a mouthful of rice.

My heart ached and throbbed, and I secretly vowed to treat her even better.

However, this soreness and swelling doesn't subside when I go to sleep.

He silently washed the dishes, but his eyes kept glancing at Wen Yan, secretly waiting for her to call him to warm the blankets.

Wen Yan walked back and forth without saying a word. He was secretly anxious, but he didn't say anything. He just quietly washed the dishes again.

until--

With a click, the door closed.

Shen Que put down the bowl he had washed three times, feeling both incredulous and frustrated.

He held back for a moment, then got up and knocked on the closed door.

This is Shen Que, a man who both desires and secretly waits for Wen Yan to take the initiative.

Wen Yan silently counted to three, and then a long knocking sounded, just like Shen Que's heart at that moment.

It's hot and uncomfortable.

Why didn't she ask him to warm her bed tonight?

Did he scare her last night?

Why didn't you help me shower today?

Wen Yan opened the door, smiling as she looked at the tall man in front of her. Upon hearing this, she raised an eyebrow, turned around, and was about to close the door.

The man's long, strong hand was holding the door. He met Wen Yan's teasing eyes and instantly understood.

He easily pushed the door open with one side of his body, pinning her against it.

"Are you trying to make a fool of me, huh?"

Shen Que breathed softly into her ear, his deep, hoarse voice accompanied by a heavy heartbeat, each breath long and agonizing.

He gently kissed her earlobe, then slid down to kiss her long, graceful neck, before moving around to the front to lightly peck at it.

The technology was raw yet powerful.

Wen Yan was about to slide down, but the large hand holding him tightly around the waist prevented him from doing so, pulling him close to itself.

He didn't kiss her lips, but lingered slowly on the skin he loved so much.

A moment later, he picked her up, and the two of them sank into the blue and white checkered blanket.

Wen Yan glanced at him with misty eyes. The man's dark eyes stared at her flushed face as he slowly bit open a pink packaging bag.

She is both alluring and seductive.

"Shen... Shen Que, turn off the lights."

Her charming voice faded into the darkness, and she anxiously grasped his burning skin, only to be stretched and pulled into the blue and white checkered pattern.

The night is long, and so is his time.

The next day, Wen Yan unusually didn't get out of bed.

They can't even get out of bed.

Her legs were so weak and limp, like she was shaking noodles, she was too lazy to get up and embarrass herself.

She couldn't look directly at those legs; every time she saw them, she was reminded of how they swayed dramatically around Shen Que's slender waist.

It fell a little, then he grabbed it and pulled it back up...

I can't think about it, I can't think about it at all.

Wen Yan shrank back under the covers, acting like a little quail, her flushed face burning hot.

But how did Shen Que know about condoms?

Just then, the man opened the door and pulled back the blanket covering her face.

Wen Yan was furious and wanted to pinch him, but her hand was too sore and she didn't have the strength to lift it.

Even more angry.

Shen Que understood her gaze, and consciously took her soft hand covered with red marks and placed it on his arm, manually closing her fingertips to help her pinch.

His aggressive gaze swept over her exposed skin, covered with his marks, again and again, a hint of guilt in his eyes but no trace of remorse.

How did you know about condoms?

Wen Yan was too lazy to argue with a man who had just lost his virginity. She only remembered this after he helped her wipe her face and fed her.

Shen Que coughed softly: "It was recommended by the mall owner."

Wen Yan's eyes widened!

Everything is clear.

She asked why the mall owner had secretly pulled him away to whisper something, and when she turned around, she saw his increasingly gloomy expression.

Is that so?

"...How much did you buy?"

Shen Que pulled open the hidden compartment of Wen Yan's bedside table.

Wen Yan glanced at him sideways—

A whole box full of colorful things...

Her dry throat involuntarily swallowed, her pupils dilating in shock. She stiffly turned to look at him, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Que met her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he refrained from mentioning that he still had a large box of things to tell her.

"You booked everything for the boss?"

Shen Que remained silent, then nodded slightly, adding, "I didn't wrap them all; I left some behind..."

Wen Yan died.

While it's certainly enjoyable, she couldn't handle being happy every single day!

Wen Yansheng felt utterly hopeless and silently buried his head in the covers.

Happy days are always short-lived. After Wen Yan had been a carefree couch potato for a few days, 233, who had been out of contact for a long time, finally came knocking on her door.

"grown ups……"

Wen Yan was lying in the yard sunbathing. The sun was rare in late autumn, when winter was approaching, and every time she basked in it, it would be one less time she could enjoy it.

She was languid, her eyelids slightly parted, and only after confirming it was 233 did she become a little more serious.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Uh, Chi Yanyan killed someone..."

Wen Yan racked her brains before remembering who this person was. Wasn't this the original yandere female lead?

The yandere behavior is indeed inhuman, but why does he have that deadpan, scraggly face...?

"And then? She dismembered the body and disposed of it?"

"...Yes, that's right."

"Call the police and have her arrested."

"She broke the male lead's heart..."

Wen Yan looked disheveled in the sunlight, even more disheveled than a jumble of random characters 233.

"so what?"

233, sobbing, cried out: "We're complaining to Heaven! We'll make them compensate the male and female leads, and give them their sweet love!"

"What does this have to do with us?"

"Tiandao said that it was because of your provocation that her dark side was fully exposed."

"Didn't I just expose her in front of everyone?"

"The problem is that she sent people to keep an eye on you, and she's jealous of how happy you are!"

Wen Yan couldn't understand: "Doesn't she already have Shen Zizhong? What is she jealous of?"

233 almost cried again: "Shen Zizhong is such a saint, he wants to offer warmth and care to any girl who's been hurt..."

Okay, that's enough. Wen Yan understands.

"Chi Yanyan has escaped, and Tiandao wants you to go back to the city and bring her back." 233 stated bluntly, "Tiandao also wants you to find a solution."

Wen Yan sighed. In the end, it all comes down to getting back to work.

Even with the added advantage of those with good fortune, the police might not be able to catch Chi Yanyan.

It seems I have no choice but to return to this city.