He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 127 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

The boulder stirred up a thousand waves, making the eerie stillness of the night all the more apparent.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a surging bitterness suddenly abruptly stopped in his throat, uncontrollably leaking out a small part of the iceberg.

Wen Yanxin felt sullen and deflated.

Staring into those bloodshot eyes, even the greatest anger dissipated, and she sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, she felt sorry for the man and suffered a loss at her own expense.

Wen Yan was about to give in when the clueless village chief pointed at Chi Yanyan, bewildered, and asked, "Why are you calling her?"

Five words were written in his bright, dark eyes: You've mistaken me for someone else.

Wen Yan paused, incredulous. How could someone be so slow to react?

"I'm not familiar with him."

Chi Yanyan was just preoccupied with feeling sorry for her brother when she vaguely noticed his swollen lips. She was about to quietly lean closer for a closer look when the village chief pointed at her and said, "That thug called her?"

She's my brother's woman!

How could she exchange such intimate terms with other men? Only Wen Yan would be so indecent.

Wen Yan was exhausted and just wanted to end this absurd situation as soon as possible.

She turned to look at the village chief, no longer hesitating, and said directly, "Village chief, since Shen Que has an empty house, I'll move there. Thank you for your help."

Li Baoguo was lost in thought, fantasizing about a wonderful life, when Wen Zhiqing stopped staying at his house.

The sky collapsed in an instant.

When he met Shen Que's dark eyes, he took a step back and decided to just mend the sky instead.

After the matter was briefly settled, Wen Yan went back with everyone.

She deliberately lagged behind by a few steps, glancing back at the person following behind her from time to time. When she stopped, he stopped too; when she walked, he walked too.

"Wen, hurry up! We can't see the road without torches!"

"coming."

Shen Que followed silently again, only turning his gaze away after she entered the house this time.

Ma Taojie was found in Wenyan first. At least his naked body was wearing clothes, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

However, his body was still hot, and Chi Yanyan thought that the effects of the medicine had not worn off. Her eyes flashed with panic, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that he had a fever.

The person who discovered him was a fellow educated youth who got along well with him. He opened his mouth, but kept the details of how he was discovered to himself.

But the others were big mouths and told the story of how several people had worked together to carry Bai Hua's body back.

There was an eerie silence.

After falling into the cesspool, Ma Taojie had another topic of conversation, which was widely circulated at the village's gossip center, driving Ma Taojie to the brink of collapse several times.

Of course this is a story for later.

The next day, Wen Yan deliberately took a day off from work to pack her things and prepare to move out.

She was finally free from her misery and was in a good mood.

"My lord, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," 233 said hesitantly.

"explain."

"Shen Que stood outside all night."

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Wen Yan jumped up and overturned the stool next to her feet.

“I saw you were asleep, so I didn’t tell you.” 233’s voice trailed off.

"Forget it," Wen Yan said, her head aching. "Next time, no matter what happens, tell me anything related to him. Where is he now?"

"The old spot where he used to bring you back, that corner."

Wen Yan was about to go find him when 233 stopped her, saying that Shen Que had already arrived at the educated youth compound.

Wen Yan quickly took two steps and opened the door. The man in front of her had the same cold and hard expression as always, but his hands hanging at his sides trembled almost imperceptibly.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse, perhaps from standing all night without sleep: "I'll help you pack your things."

Wen Yan reached out and touched his damp jacket, then placed her hand on his arm; it was very cool.

"We arrived early, and the fog was thick."

Shen Que took a step back. The man who had pushed her too far last night and recklessly pulled her home had now retreated into his calm and taciturn shell, as chaste as a respectable married man.

She was like a libertine who flirted with married men...

Wen Yan was the only one in the room at the moment, and she stepped aside to let Shen Que in.

Shen Que walked in silently; he was a tall and strong man, yet he made no sound as he walked.

He moved quickly, tidying up Wen Yan's things in a few moments, then slung the several large bags he had tied over his shoulder and carried them ahead.

There weren't many items, but they were a mixed bag, with small, scattered things packed in bags and carried in my hand.

Wen Yan reached for it, but Shen Que waved his hand to stop her, saying, "You don't need to take this little bit."

Wen Yan looked at Shen Que, who was covered in clothing from head to toe: "Are you sure this is all there is?"

"It's not heavy, just keep up."

He lifted it and found it to be quite light, only half the weight of the load he wasn't carrying.

Wen Yan forcefully took some light, small items from his hands, carried them, and followed him home.

His house was some distance from the village; after all, he used to be a landlord, and the further away he was from the farmers, the more classy he seemed.

After walking through about one village, he finally stopped at the end of the village.

Wen Yan spotted the tiled house immediately. The black tiles were neatly laid out on it, and when the sunlight shone on it, they shimmered with a faint, inconspicuous golden light.

A large, faded vermilion wooden door leads to a neat fence that encloses a spacious courtyard, inside which there is a vegetable garden, though only a small one.

This house is better than any other in the village; no wonder everyone's eyeing it.

Wen Yan turned her head to look at Shen Que, his handsome and strong profile reflected in her eyes, making him seem even more reassuring and reliable now.

She followed Shen Que into the house. Her grandmother had bound feet and was in poor health, but she was very kind.

She recognized Wen Yan as the girl the mistress had brought home yesterday, and her expression showed affection.

"My little girl is here, come in quickly."

Grandma Shen walked over, leaning on a cane, and Wen Yan quickly stepped forward to support her.

Shen Que secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw how much his grandmother liked Wen Yan. He took some time to come back last night and explained to his grandmother that some educated youth had moved in. His grandmother's reaction was indifferent, and she only said that it was fine as long as he thought so.

Seeing how much she likes Wen Yan now, my heart, which had been anxious for half the night, has finally calmed down.

He led Wen Yan into the room from the previous night.

He opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and swallowed the words "Yan Yan" that were lingering on his lips, replacing them with the cold and aloof "Wen Zhiqing".

"What did you call me?"

Wen Yan narrowed her eyes, looking at the man in front of her who had suddenly become reserved and polite.

“Wen…Wen Zhiqing,” Shen Que called out again, his voice low.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yan raised her foot and kicked out. The light force hit her calf muscle, causing no pain, only a strange tingling sensation.

“Last night you were taking advantage of me by calling me ‘Yanyan,’ but today you’re officially ‘Wen Zhiqing.’ Shen Que, you’re really something.”

Shen Que instinctively felt that this was not a compliment.

But does this mean he should continue calling Yan Yan that?

Wen Yan kicked him again and scolded him, "You blockhead."

Then she turned away from him and started tidying up her things.

"I'll do it." Shen Que felt like he had offended her and wanted to do something to make amends, but Wen Yan seemed to be ignoring him.

The nickname that had been lingering on her lips for so long was finally uttered: "Yanyan".

The name was perfectly proper, yet it made his ears turn red. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his dark eyes locked onto the beautiful back in front of him.

With her ears turning red, she called out again, "Yan Yan."