He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 120 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

"Wen Zhiqing, Wen Zhiqing?"

Wen Yan realized that she had been standing there for a long time.

The village chief felt that Wen Zhiqing was acting strangely. He glanced at the blood-soaked bandage on his leg and figured it was because of an injury.

“Wen, since you’re injured, take a few days to rest. Earning work points can’t be rushed. Look, your wound is bleeding; it’s quite serious.”

Wen Yan looked down and realized, "Oh no! I was so busy causing trouble that I forgot I'm disabled."

I wonder if Shen Que will turn pale when he sees this bloody strip of cloth tomorrow.

Wen Yan had a headache.

"You don't need to go to work tomorrow. Take good care of your injury."

Wen Yan remembered her promise to Shen Que and quickly declined, saying, "Village Chief, this little injury is nothing. I can still dig."

The village chief was exasperated: "Why are you so stubborn? Does the brigade not have anyone if you're gone? Fine, fine, since that's how it is, you don't need to go dig on the hill tomorrow. Go with your Aunt Hua and the others to select seeds. Okay, it's settled then."

The village chief left as soon as he finished speaking, and Wen Yan couldn't stop him.

The production team leader also advised, "You should accept the village chief's offer; you can choose seeds with Aunt Hua tomorrow. Or are you going to continue digging with that person?"

The production team leader's eyes turned strange. He had misunderstood the situation. It was not good for a man and a woman to work together alone, especially since Wen Zhiqing had such a beautiful face.

Which man wouldn't be tempted after seeing this?

Is she so insistent on going to work because of Shen Que?

The production team leader became suspicious.

"Alright then," Wen Yan could only agree.

The production team leader breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that it wasn't for him.

Both of them were in a hurry to settle Chi Yanyan, so they didn't bother to talk to Wen Yan for long, just gave her a few instructions and left.

Wen Yan was even more troubled. She didn't know if Shen Que would be angry, but the current situation didn't allow her to refuse.

That's the downside of living in the countryside; it's too conservative, and people are afraid to talk about sex.

Wen Yan had no choice but to remove the bandage, change the dressing, and then wrap it up again.

I was completely out of sorts the next day.

Aunt Hua noticed that Wen Yan wasn't behaving well. "Xiao Yan, what's wrong? You look so listless."

Wen Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, her hands, which had been holding the potato seed, went limp and weak: "It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night."

She sighed again, recalling Shen Que's departing figure walking alone down the path that morning.

I felt really guilty, and they even helped her change her medicine and wrap her in new bandages.

"Young people just need to sleep; they can never get enough sleep."

Aunt Hua expressed her understanding, but she was also curious: "Xiao Yan, did you hurt your leg when you fell with that person at work?"

Wen Yan didn't immediately realize who Aunt Hua was talking about.

“Oh, it’s that one…” she whispered as she leaned closer. “Shen Que.”

After speaking, he looked around, as if he were deeply wary of what was going on.

"That's it."

It's just a relapse.

However, Wen Yan was more interested in Aunt Hua's attitude than that.

She recalled that in the few months since she went to the countryside, she had never heard anyone mention Shen Que. Even when she asked others, they seemed reluctant to say much.

It seems like mentioning this person brings bad luck.

"Auntie, why do people in the village avoid Shen Que like the plague?"

If you don't understand, ask questions; Wen Yan humbly seeks answers.

"Don't say that name," Aunt Hua reacted strongly, startling Wen Yan.

Seeing Wen Yan's pale face and pitiful appearance due to lack of blood and energy, her bright eyes had dimmed, I kindly wanted to give her a few words of advice.

So she leaned closer and whispered, her voice barely audible: "Shen Que, he is... a murderer."

what? !

Wen Yan suspected she was hallucinating.

"Auntie, are you talking about the murderer?"

"Who says otherwise? Sigh, this guy is also a pitiful one. It's a pity he grew up in a landlord's family and was criticized and struggled against. He's just lucky. His parents are gone, leaving only him, his grandmother, and a brick house."

Aunt Hua's face showed reluctance, but even more so envy.

"That tiled house was big and bright, warm in winter and cool in summer. The villagers were extremely envious. Many people saw that Shen Que was only ten years old and secretly plotted to take the tiled house for themselves. Who would have thought that the landlord's son would be so ruthless that he would even cut himself."

Aunt Hua will never forget that day, when Shen Que grabbed a dagger and his eyes were bloodshot as he slashed. She huddled in the crack of the door, her clothes soaked with sweat.

He really didn't want to live anymore at that time.

Shen Que was ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself. He slashed his chest twice, and blood flowed all over the ground.

There was a man lying on the ground, half-dead. The police talked to him for a while after they arrived, but only sentenced him to a fight.

I thought the matter was over, but a few days later the man who had tried to steal the house got drunk and fell into a cesspool. When he was pulled out during the day, he was unrecognizable.

We could only barely identify him by the clothes he was wearing.

Everyone was terrified and suspected Shen Que. He had been taken away by the police several times, but he was released each time.

The villagers were even less convinced, especially those who had participated in the house-grabbing. They felt like they were being watched all the time, and over time, they developed neurasthenia and fell seriously ill.

Shen Que became even more famous as a result.

However, it's not fame in a positive sense.

A cursed lone star, a reincarnation of an evil spirit—in rural areas where thinking is half-conservative and half-progressive, there isn't much materialism; people are more willing to believe in their own hearts…

Wen Yan remained silent for a long time after listening.

His dark, bright eyes were clouded, as if covered in dust, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Xiaoyan, let me tell you the truth, you should stay away from him, he's not a good person."

Wen Yan neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply picked up the seeds and didn't ask another question.

She inexplicably wanted to see Shen Que, so she didn't go back to lunchtime and dragged her bleeding leg to the back mountain to find him.

Halfway there, I felt confused and bewildered.

They're probably still angry, and you're going there all by yourself, even with your leg injured. What can you say when you get there?

It's not like I can just hug him and comfort him by saying, "It's all over now," is it?

She chuckled to herself.

I was a bit too emotional.

Some things can only be clarified by talking calmly and face-to-face.

So she dragged her bleeding leg back.

"Xiao Yan, my leg has suffered a lot since you got here; the wound has reopened."

After Aunt Hua returned from her rest, she discovered that her already injured leg was even more severely damaged, and she couldn't help but complain.

Wen Yan touched the tip of her nose guiltily.

After walking for almost two hours under the blazing sun, it's no wonder my wound reopened.

It's alright, Aunt Hua was just saying it casually, and soon moved on to the next topic.

Selecting seeds is a very easy task. Pick out the seeds that have sprouted and set them aside. Then, separate the selected seedlings into upper, middle, and lower grades so that they can be planted separately.

The young woman who was picking seeds was in her postpartum period, which is why Wen Yan was able to get such a good job for free.

But she was slow, and by the time she finished picking them up, the sun was almost setting.

Aunt Hua was worried about her limping back like that, so she kindly helped her for a while.

As luck would have it, Shen Que also took this route.

His face was dark, he was tall and strong, and his powerful arms easily lifted several large bags. In his right hand, he held a sharp knife with blood on the tip.

Aunt Hua was terrified of him. She helped Wen Yan move a little to the side of the road, leaving him the main road in the middle, as if avoiding a plague god.

Shen Que walked past the two without glancing at them, the fishy smell from his pocket making Wen Yan wrinkle her nose.

Wen Yan wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Shen Que glanced at her as he passed by.

She was about to greet him when he walked past her as if he didn't recognize her at all.

They're gone?

Wen Yan stared at his retreating figure in disbelief.

"Shen Que!"

She called out to him, in the kind of angry, clenched-teeth shout that comes before anger sets in.

Shen Que paused for a moment, his forward steps halting.

Wen Yan smiled apologetically at Aunt Hua and said that she had something to discuss with Shen Que and asked her to leave first.

Aunt Hua was completely terrified and bewildered. She quickly waved her hands and said it was nothing serious, but if you looked closely, her arms were trembling.

Goodness, so all her words for the day were just spittle, all used up?

She's very perceptive; she quickly left without asking any questions.

Wen Yan took a few steps, but her legs hurt, so she started hopping instead.

She hopped and skipped up behind him and poked his back.

He froze instantly.

Wen Yan poked it again, "You want me to talk to your back?"

Shen Que finally turned around.