He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 124 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

"Brother, why won't you go to the movies with me?"

Chi Yanyan grabbed Shen Zizhong's sleeve, her dark eyes staring straight at him, a flash of obsession in them.

"Yan Yan, your brother has something to do tonight, how about another day?"

Shen Zizhong patted Chi Yanyan's head, coaxing her like a child, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the room.

That's the room of the female educated youth, the one Wen Yan went into just now.

Resentment crept into her dark pupils once more. It was almost over; soon her brother would only have her to look at.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong?"

Shen Zizhong noticed the body trembling slightly beneath his palm, and realized that the little yandere's hand was gripping his clothes so tightly it was turning white. Combined with his reaction just now...

Sigh, Shen Zizhong thought, the little yandere must have misunderstood.

His family and Wen Yan's family had a close relationship. Before he left, Wen Yan's parents specially gave him a letter to deliver to Wen Yan.

I forgot about Wen Yan when I first met her, and then I was so busy that I didn't have time to spare until now.

Shen Zizhong looked around, then pulled the sickly young woman into the shadows behind the educated youth settlement. The dim candlelight faded into the distance, and the young man and woman breathed heavily in the darkness.

After the kiss ended, Shen Zizhong gently pushed Chi Yanyan, who was nestled in his arms, up and gazed at her as he slowly spoke.

Chi Yanyan was still dazed and immersed in the kiss when she heard Wen Yan's name, and her lustful eyes instantly cleared.

What! You're saying Wen Yan has a fiancé?

Chi Yanyan exclaimed in surprise, but Shen Zizhong covered her mouth before she could finish speaking. She stared at him with wide eyes, eager to hear a definite answer from him.

"Yes, Xiaoyan has a fiancé."

Shen Zizhong recalled the contents of the letter and began to examine it. He rounded it up to the nearest whole number, and it was just a matter of time before it happened.

If it can prevent Yan Yan from going to extremes, telling a white lie isn't a big deal; it's only a matter of time anyway.

Thinking that Shen Zizhong was more relaxed, he even had the mind to tease the shy and adorable little sickly girl in his arms.

"I'll go and give Wen Yan the letter her parents wrote first."

"Brother, let me go. It's inconvenient for you, a boy, to enter the female educated youth dormitory."

Chi Yanyan tilted her head up innocently, her voice incredibly obedient, if one ignored the growing madness in her eyes.

Shen Zizhong thought about it and realized it made sense. After watching Chi Yanyan walk away, he shrank back. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a creepy feeling that made his back tingle, as if someone was watching him.

The strange tales he had read played out in his mind one after another. He turned around in horror, and with a terrifying flash of lightning, the cold inscription on the tombstone came into view.

This is a cemetery!

In an instant, a surge of fear welled up inside him, and Shen Zizhong ran away as fast as he could.

After a long while, in an inconspicuous dark place, a stiff black shadow completely blended into the night.

Shen stood in the corner for a long time, his heart heavy beyond belief.

It turns out she has a fiancé.

His lips twitched slightly, and a surge of bitterness welled up inside him. He wanted to leave, but damn it, he couldn't take a step.

I even secretly hoped she would arrive soon.

It's hopeless, beyond redemption.

Shen Que closed his eyes, wiped the light rain from his face, and looked like a madman clinging to the edge of a cliff, his dark eyes low and sinister.

"boom!"

The sound of sticks hitting flesh was accompanied by the lewd laughter of men.

That direction leads to the educated youth settlement.

Shen Quexin's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out the next second.

His intuition told him that something had happened to Wen Yan.

"Help! Someone help me..."

The helpless and frightened voice broke Shen Que's heart. He kicked open the wooden door and met Wen Yan's terrified eyes with his sinister gaze.

She gripped the blood-stained wooden stick with trembling hands, half-curled up in the corner, her dark blue polyester shirt roughly torn open, her fragile shoulders and neck trembling slightly.

Just one glance was enough to shatter Shen Que's heart; he couldn't bear to say a single harsh word to the girl...

With bloodshot eyes, Shen Que swung his fist and slammed it into the man, venting his anger with a vicious and heavy blow.

“Shen… Shen Que.”

Unable to suppress her sobs any longer, she frantically dropped the blood-stained stick, trembling as she leaned against the wall and lunged at Shen Que.

Shen Que threw down Ma Taojie, who looked like a rag doll, and hugged her tightly with trembling hands, wishing he could meld her into his body.

He gently stroked her back, feeling the skin beneath his palm tremble rhythmically, his eyes burning with a murderous intensity.

He softened his tone, trying not to frighten the person in his arms: "Don't cry, it's alright."

"I'm so scared, I...I'm afraid...Shen Que."

Wen Yan couldn't utter a complete sentence, only calling out to him in a trembling voice.

The scene of Ma Taojie rushing at her has become a shadow, etched into the endless darkness of her heart for the rest of her life.

She could never get rid of that lewd and depraved face.

“Shen Que, Shen Que, Shen Que…”

Wen Yan seemed to be trapped in endless fear, her body temperature rising again and again, her mind, which was in a daze and stiff, could only remember the two words "Shen Que", so she murmured them over and over again.

It was as if a drowning person was grasping at the only straw.

She fell into his arms, her flushed face streaked with tears, her misty eyes filled with a layer of watery mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

Shen Que's palms grew increasingly hot. He touched Wen Yan's face and realized something was wrong.

This is traditional Chinese medicine!

Wen Yan's fingers trembled as she touched his chest, reaching up to grab his collar. She buried her steaming face in his neck, gently caressing the skin between his fingers.

He murmured unconsciously, "Hot, so hot..."

Shen Que pressed her uncomfortably shifting body tightly into his arms, his eyes bloodshot, and his other hand stroked her back to make her feel better.

"Wen Yan, be good." His forehead was damp with a thin layer of sweat, and it was hard to tell whether he was hotter or she was hotter.

He pulled her arms away from his grip, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his voice hoarse: "Don't move."

Wen Yan kept talking, or rather, couldn't understand. Shen Que's chest heaved violently as he picked her up with one hand and dragged the unconscious Ma Taojie with the other.

The man had already fainted, but his feverish body was still twisting and turning like a pretzel.

He quickly ripped off his clothes, threw him into the cemetery, and pasted the inscription on the tombstone. The cold touch made Ma Taojie unconsciously move upwards.

After finishing everything, Shen Que, with a sullen face, carried Wen Yan to the riverbank.

The mountains were quiet at night, and the sound of flowing water seemed particularly loud.

Wen Yan can't swim, so she sank to the bottom as soon as she was put in the water.

She could only choke on a few mouthfuls of water before staring at Shen Que with her red, wet eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Shen Que had no choice but to hug her and soak in the water together.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of the river mingled with the splashing of water, echoing in circles.

Her flailing hands were bound behind her back with her jacket by the man, forcing her to straighten her chest and sit unsteadily in his lap, her soft, boneless hands trembling as she struggled.

Shen Que felt heartbroken seeing this, but he had no choice but to harden his heart and do it.

He softened his voice: "Yanyan, be good, I'm with you, just bear with it, just bear with it..."

Another rough hand gently stroked her back, the trembling of skin against skin stirring an unconscious flutter in her heart.

He suppressed the bitterness in his heart, simply closed his eyes, and stopped looking into the girl's tearful eyes.