He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 138 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Shen Que had been waiting at the exit for a long time, or rather, he hadn't left since Wen Yan went in.

Wen Yan ran out at that moment.

He stood there, his old bicycle parked behind him, his striking height making him easily noticeable in the bustling waiting crowd.

"Shen Que!"

Wen Yan waved to him, and Shen Que pushed the cart over and drove her away from the examination hall.

He looked straight ahead: "Shall we go eat first?"

"No, let's go somewhere else first."

"where?"

"I'll call you when you get there, unless you say you're ready."

Wen Yan kept everyone in suspense; the surprise is more interesting when it's revealed at the last moment.

Shen Que wasn't a very curious person, so he could probably guess where Wen Yan wanted to go.

The girls simply went to the supply and marketing cooperative or the department store.

He touched the money and tickets in the inner pocket of his shirt.

He was thinking the same thing as her, Shen Que thought to himself, and decided to buy her some things so that she could return to the city in style.

However, Shen Que was stunned when he saw the huge, conspicuous red sign parked in front of the door.

The large, glaring words "Marriage Registration Office" above his head left him completely confused.

His dark pupils trembled for a moment before drooping again, as an unbelievable thought assaulted his heart, which had been filled with anxiety for months.

He asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this is it?"

"correct."

Wen Yan patted his waist, reminding him to step firmly on the ground, as she was about to jump down.

She naturally walked around to stand in front of him: "Put the car out first, then we'll go get our marriage certificate."

Shen Que was stunned by the unexpected surprise. The whole process felt unreal, as if he were walking on clouds. He only managed a smile when he held the small red booklet.

He enveloped Wen Yan's hand with his entire large palm.

His heart pounded wildly, a torrent of emotions surged forth, and his dark eyes reflected her entire being at that moment.

He looked at the thin piece of paper over and over again.

Finally, he married the girl he loved and could openly embrace her, love her, and kiss her.

They have a future.

Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, an unstoppable surge of warmth washing over him. Shen Que closed his eyes, worried that tears would fall in the next second.

The auntie who came out of the marriage registration office glanced at Shen Que, who was standing there so happy he was practically dizzy, and casually joked, "Such a strong man is crying after getting a wife?"

After she finished speaking, she saw Wen Yan standing next to her, who looked like a fairy, and exclaimed, "Wow, I would cry if I married such a heavenly wife."

This made Wen Yan blush.

She smiled shyly at her aunt and quickly pulled the dazed Shen Que away.

She originally wanted to go straight home, but Shen insisted on taking her sightseeing.

They had just passed through a small alley when someone suddenly pulled them inside.

Wen Yan leaned against the wall in a daze, and an extremely possessive kiss covered her head. The back of her head was supported by a rough hand, and her breath was so disordered that it could compose a passionate melody.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

The intense, vibrant ink seemed to engulf her.

After a long while, the two finally walked out of the alley.

Wen Yan pursed her lips, feeling a little pain. She turned around and lightly kicked Shen Que, her big eyes brimming with tears and looking extremely aggrieved.

This is a narrow alleyway, a place where people could pass by at any time.

The blushing and heart-pounding scene just now, though exciting, was too much for her delicate skin to handle.

Her cheeks are still flushed.

Just then, thinking of something, Wen Yan quickly turned around and asked, "Shen Que, were you crying just now?"

Shen Que avoided eye contact and silently straightened her collar.

"Tell me quickly, is it true, is it true..."

Wen Yan shook his strong arm, her tone sounding like a coercion but more like a coquettish plea to him.

"No."

Shen Que was stubborn.

He coughed, explaining that what he had just experienced was at most a periodic discharge caused by excessive saline solution storage.

Not counting tears.

He held Wen Yan's slightly cool hand, his rough fingertips pinching her cheek, his eyes darkening: "If you say anything more, we'll go back to the alley."

"Humph."

Wen Yan angrily pinched the muscles in his arm.

She'll see it sooner or later.