He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 133 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Shen Que made breakfast today; he's very skilled, and the meat and vegetables were firm and fragrant.

Don't ask why Shen Que's family could afford to eat meat every few days during a time when everyone was suffering; that's his secret.

Wen Yan didn't ask any questions, she just picked up the meat in her bowl and ate it little by little while mixing it with rice.

Grandma Shen looked left and right, feeling that something was not quite right: "Is there something good happening today? Such a big table of food, there are even two meat dishes."

"It's nothing. I'll treat myself to a good meal after the busy farming season."

Shen Que calmly placed a piece of meat into Wen Yan's overflowing bowl, and also put the fish he caught from the river, after removing the bones, into her bowl.

His patience was strange.

Grandma Shen silently put down her chopsticks, her expression serious: "What's going on here?"

Shen Que paused for a moment, his deep eyes looking at Wen Yan who was eating small bites.

He didn't want to hide it from his grandmother, but he also didn't want to put Wen Yan in a difficult position.

"without……"

"Grandma, we're dating."

A clear and firm voice drowned out Shen Que's voice. Wen Yan put down her bowl, her gaze both gentle and resilient.

The hand that was under the table quietly reached over to Shen Que and pinched the flesh on his waist.

Even though I told him I could get any answer I wanted from her, he still hesitated and kept it to himself.

Didn't she give him enough security?

Shen Que found the mischievous hand and carefully grasped it. His cold and stern face was like ice melting into water, but his dark eyes held a hidden fire burning within them.

Grandma Shen saw everything they did.

She opened her mouth, swallowed all her objections, and thought, "Fine, as long as the mistress is happy."

"Have you thought about it?"

Wen Yan nodded, and Shen Que followed suit.

"That's fine. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You just need to think it through."

Joy is contagious, and Shen Que's joy was at least visible to the naked eye.

He seemed to have inexhaustible energy all day, chopping wood, carrying water, and sweeping the yard...

Wen Yan then moved a small stool and sat down next to Grandma Shen to help her choose beans: "Grandma, is Shen Que always so... energetic?"

Grandma Shen rolled her eyes at him and shook her head inwardly.

By evening, Wen Yan had given up.

"Shen Que, give me back my clothes, I'll wash them myself."

She gripped the basin tightly, refusing to give it to Shen Que no matter what. It would have been better if she hadn't known before, but now that she did, she felt as if Shen Que's mark was branded onto the clothes she wore next to her.

I feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

You'll get used to it sooner or later.

Shen Que pried open her slender fingertips one by one, and announced this cruel fact in a calm voice.

Wen Yan's eyes welled up with tears: "Can we discuss this some more? Or I can wash the baby clothes myself."

"No."

Shen Que reached out and pinched her fair face. "Don't look at me like that."

"what?"

His thick, long fingertips smudged at the corner of her eye: "I can't help it."

In the end, Wen Yan not only didn't get her clothes back, but also had several red marks on her face and her lips were bright red.

The next time Shen Que took her clothes, Wen Yan chose to turn a blind eye.

A faint regret flickered in Shen Que's dark eyes.

I didn't get to kiss her today.

After the relationship between the two underwent a qualitative change, it seemed that nothing had changed, yet something was subtly different.

The only difference is that Shen Que seems to have transformed into a kissing maniac.

Wen Yan couldn't count them all—they were on the trees, near the stove, and in the golden haystacks.

All I remember is that whenever he had a spare moment, he would grab her and kiss her hard twice.

When you can't stand kissing anymore, you take a cold shower.

"Yanyan, your letter."

When Shen Que returned from town, he picked up a letter for Wen Yan. The letter was on a kraft paper envelope with a small stamp on it, bearing the name of Haicheng.

Wen Yan opened the package on the spot, and what she saw was her mother's delicate handwriting. The yellowed paper seemed to have watermarks, as if she couldn't help but shed tears while writing.

Wen Yan felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, a very unpleasant feeling.

She frowned and touched the spot on her heart, where the original owner's emotions were now affecting her.

Ultimately, both her parents loved her, but their love came at different times.

They would lose sleep over the original owner's trip to the countryside, but if the original owner didn't go and instead her younger brother went, they would hesitate and secretly persuade the original owner to go instead.

The original owner was angry, so she didn't send them a single letter after going to the countryside, and she didn't open any of the letters they sent.

We only started communicating after Wen Yan arrived.

The letter begins with a heart full of longing and heartache before getting to the point.

They said there was recent news that the college entrance examination would be reinstated, so she should take the exam in the city. As for her boyfriend in the countryside, they told her to break up with him as soon as possible.

After reading the letter, Wen Yan calmly folded it neatly.

It's impossible to divide them.

Got to find a reason.

Wen Yan had a flash of inspiration: a belated teenage rebellion?

That's a good reason.