He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 126 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

"Come on, explain."

Shen Zizhong kept muttering, his face turning bright red.

He wants to explain, but give him a chance!

"Oh, I forgot, Shen Que, let him go first." Wen Yan shook her hand nonchalantly; she had hit him too hard earlier, and her hand was numb.

Shen Que obediently let go, only to see that Shen Zizhong's red lips were swollen like sausages. Not only the lips, but also the skin around the lips was red and swollen, as if they had been cupped.

Wen Yan looked away; it was just too ugly for her eyes.

"When I... hissed... when I got the letter... hissed, I peeked... so, so hissed..."

Shen Zizhong couldn't continue speaking; his thick, sausage-like lips not only leaked sound but also hurt!

His eyes were filled with sorrow; he had given up all the dignity he had accumulated in this life.

"So you just lied to me and said Wen Yan has a fiancé, right?"

In the dead of night, Chi Yanyan's voice drifted softly, sending chills down one's spine.

Shen Zizhong ignored the pain in his lips and hurriedly tried to explain, but before he could open his mouth, Chi Yanyan moved over like a ghost and covered his thick lips without saying a word.

His eyes widened instantly, the whites of his eyes almost completely filling his eye sockets.

It hurts! It hurts a lot! It hurts a lot!

That damn sausage lip felt like it was wielding a nuclear weapon, bombarding his incredibly sensitive pain receptors.

"Brother," Chi Yanyan cried, tears streaming down her face, "you..."

Wen Yan smiled, for there was no couple she couldn't break up.

"You've been so good to me, how can I possibly repay you?"

The soft, choked sob shattered Wen Yan's mental circuits, and her worldview crumbled along with it...

No, Shen Zizhong lied to you?

You're still acting all excited and moved to tears?

Shen Zizhong's eyes turned from white to black, his eyes filled with deep affection, but he still couldn't speak.

Shen Que stood there, and in the darkness, his dark face made him look like a demon god of war from a ghost story, surrounded by a terrifying aura. However, at this moment, the demon god was somewhat speechless.

These two have brains smaller than wild boars in the mountains.

He couldn't stand the sickeningly sweet eye contact between the two of them, so he took a few steps forward, intending to pull Shen Zizhong away and cut off the disgusting, ambiguous atmosphere at its source.

He took only one step before Wen Yan stopped him.

Wen Yan said with a blank face, "Wait, let me see how Chi Yanyan's brain works first."

Two probing gazes then fell upon the two who seemed oblivious to their surroundings.

Chi Yanyan had already finished speaking: "...Brother, you broke your principles just to make me happy. You never lie..."

“Brother, my feelings for you will never waver in the slightest because of the instigation of villains.”

The little yandere stared intently into Shen Zizhong's affectionate eyes.

Shen Zizhong was moved, and his eyes began to well up with tears.

How could he be so blind as to fall for Wen Yan, that arrogant and wanton woman, when she's such a wonderful yandere?

Shen Zizhong was moved and regretful at the same time.

Chi Yanyan felt both heartache and sweetness.

Wen Yan... has left the world of being obsessed with love.

Shen Que supported Wen Yan in silence, his dark face displaying an indescribable expression.

He was wrong; the combined brains of those two weren't even as big as a wild boar from the mountains.

The bright torches flickered and died down in the light rain. Wen Yan was about to leave this idiotic place when she saw flames flickering not far away. Upon closer inspection, she realized there was more than one.

She blinked a few times, changed her mind, and decided not to leave. She just stood there watching the two of them act out their lovey-dovey scene.

What bothered her was: "Why do you have to stay so far away from me?"

Wen Yan frowned as she looked at Shen Que, who had been thrown more than ten meters away, clearly not happy.

Who's over there?

The torchbearer led a group of people over, and when they got closer, Wen Yan realized that it was the village chief.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wen Yan was completely unharmed; it was good that she wasn't in their village.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on Chi Yanyan and Shen Zizhong, their faces pressed together. The half-breath he had just relaxed for a second suddenly tripled in intensity.

"What are you doing!"

He glared at them with his tiger-like eyes, took a step forward, and quickly pulled the two people who were stuck together.

"In broad daylight, bah! In the dead of night, the two of you doing this and that... what kind of behavior is this! Let me tell you, having illicit relationships will land you in jail!"

The village chief spoke excitedly, spitting all over Shen Zizhong's face. Chi Yanyan, who was pulled and fell to the side, was lucky enough not to be attacked.

However, her complexion was also not good.

The village chief, who was frantically outputting information, suddenly stopped as if he had seen a ghost, because he saw Shen Zizhong's mouth swollen like a sausage.

He fell silent, holding back his words: "Young people need to exercise restraint!"

"Pah! You can't do that at all!!"

The village chief clearly misunderstood, but no one explained.

Shen Zizhong and Chi Yanyan didn't understand the village chief's meaning at all, while Wen Yan was too lazy to speak.

What she didn't expect was that the village chief's musket really did spray fire at anyone it saw, and it had already reached her side in just a short while.

"Wen, what are you doing here? And what's wrong with you?" The village chief glanced at the strong, tall figure not far away, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two men.

"Why is Shen Que here too?"

“I went to find Shen Que, and he brought me back and happened to run into these two people.”

Wen Yan pointed to the two people who looked completely bewildered, remaining remarkably calm.

Apart from being pale and weak, everything else seemed normal.

The village chief narrowed his eyes: "You're going to see him? You two are very close?"

Shen Que suddenly spoke up: "Not familiar with each other."

"We're familiar, we are..."

Shen Que interrupted again: "Working colleagues."

His expression was cold and aloof, seemingly unapproachable, but in reality, he was so nervous that he was fidgeting with his trouser seams.

Wen Yan couldn't stand his cold, dismissive attitude, and she was so angry that she wanted to kick him again.

The village chief was not easily fooled, but he was reluctant to talk about Shen Que's deeds, so he just gave a few casual words of advice and planned to let it go.

Wen Yan interrupted, "Village chief, I have a request. I've asked all the villagers, and none of them have a spare room. Could I stay at the village chief's house?"

Her words were earnest, her gaze sincere, as if it were truly the case.

"Dad, please agree! Wouldn't it be nice if Wen Zhiqing came to stay with us?"

The village chief's son, Li Baoguo, was so excited that he kept pushing his father, who was still hesitating.

That was Wen, the most beautiful young woman in the surrounding area. He had been admiring her for a long time, and his father knew that.

If you don't agree now, you'll miss this opportunity.

What was that ancient Chinese saying that Wen Zhiqing said again...? "Those who are near the water get the pork first?"

He was determined to get his hands on Wen Zhiqing.

Li Baoguo's gaze was too easy to read; as his biological father and village chief, he knew it all too well. But... he glanced at someone who exuded a chilling aura.

They even caught a glimpse of the scythe emanating a chill from the basket on his back at his feet.

As a man, Shen Que certainly knew what the urgency in Li Baoguo's eyes meant.

He was insanely jealous; anyone but him could openly pursue her.

However, just seeing her standing with Li Baoguo made his heart ache. He couldn't bear to imagine how painful it would be for him if they lived under the same roof.

Shen Que stared at Wen Yan, his dark eyes almost engulfing him.

Wen Yan ignored him, seemingly determined to stay at the village chief's house.

Shen Que's aura grew even colder, faintly accompanied by a murderous aura and intense jealousy, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Finally, he lowered his head slightly, his voice low and hoarse, as if in resignation or pleading for peace: "My family also has extra rooms."

Why should I live in your house?

Wen Yan also has a temper. She had asked him several times before and he refused. Just now, he was desperately trying to distance himself from her, as if she were some kind of monster.

Now that you've been provoked and are upset, do you know to hold on tighter to her?

She is not.

"Village chief, I'd like to stay at your house."

Shen Que was stunned, standing there helplessly. The burly man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, curled up like a broken piece of soil. He looked at Wen Yan with deep, deep eyes, with suppressed pain and pleading.

A web of mixed emotions tangled together, tightly binding my heart.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse as he called out to her:

"Kanyan."

A soft, restrained sound, like a shooting star, fell with unparalleled clarity into Wen Yan's ears.