He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 152 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 10

Wen Yan coughed lightly twice, feeling a little embarrassed to share such a private matter with her father.

"Don't worry about it, just wait until I bring you a son-in-law."

She was too embarrassed to say that she had defiled the celestial beauty of Yan Wei, and now she was being forced to stay by her side and be watched closely.

Yes, in Wen Yan's eyes, Yan Wei is a fairy who wins the laurel and a gentleman as fine as jade, even if he goes blind from time to time and occasionally has an attack and kills someone.

None of these matters.

He only needed to stand there, his eyes lowered, and her heart would wander to the ends of the earth.

"Let me see it?"

Wen Zhenyue didn't believe it, and neither did Tie Biao, but seeing that Wen Yan didn't seem to be lying, they asked suspiciously.

Wen Yan agreed without hesitation: "Okay, but my husband isn't here. He's at the inn. He's not feeling well, so you'll have to go see him."

Wen Zhenyue got angry again, slapped her, and muttered as he walked away: "A young lady like you, calling someone 'husband' before even getting married, isn't she ashamed?"

However, when he saw Yan Wei, he was speechless, his tiger-like eyes shining with astonishment: "My goodness, daughter, you're saying this dazzlingly handsome man is someone you kidnapped, no, someone you found your husband?"

"That is."

Wen Yan quickened her pace and called out to Yan Wei, who was coming downstairs, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Come on, let me introduce you to my father."

Yan Wei paused, utterly astonished, finding it difficult to keep up with her unpredictable train of thought.

Does she mean they're going to meet their elders now?

Is she really not just playing around?

Yan Wei's expression was complicated, his handsome thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked in the direction she was pointing.

Two burly men with half-covered beards stared at him with gleaming eyes. Their muscles, barely concealed by their clothes, twitched slightly as they walked, exuding a menacing aura.

Yan Wei glanced at Wen Yan's small frame and her smooth, fair skin, which was hard to reconcile with the image of those two burly men with bronze skin.

He was speechless. After the two men took a few more steps, he whispered, "Which of these two is your father?"

"That one, the one who's a bit stronger, and has a slightly thicker beard."

Wen Yan nodded and pointed at it to him.

Yan Wei nodded and went downstairs to walk towards the two of them, but Wen Yan quickly grabbed him.

"how?"

"Ahem, you..."

Wen Yan was a little conflicted, unsure how to remind him to behave well, since their relationship was already ambiguous, and although she insisted on calling him "husband," he didn't refuse.

But this refusal was based on the use of force to suppress him, and she had no idea what he was really thinking.

Wen Yan looked up at him, her bright, starry eyes meeting his unchanging expression, and hesitated before speaking, "You must perform well."

In the time it took to say those few words, Wen Zhenyue arrived in a few steps. The guest room was crowded and not a good place to talk, so he gave Tie Biao a wink.

The latter deftly pulled out his money and called out, "Waiter, bring me a private room, and some good wine and food."

His loud, gruff voice hurt my ears.

"Uncle Tie, please keep your voice down, don't disturb my husband."

Wen Yan covered her ears and shielded Yan Wei behind her, saying to Tie Biao with utter helplessness.

Tie Biao glanced at his boss's blank face, touched his nose, nodded, and chuckled, "I'll be more careful next time, I'll be more careful next time."

Yan Wei was labeled a frail, sickly, and handsome man without saying a word.

Tie Biao secretly reminded himself: Treat Miss's husband as your sister-in-law, be gentle and attentive, and don't scare him.

After saying that, he forced a stiff, burly smile that looked more like a warning than a friendly one.

Yan Wei, whose gaze was focused on Wen Yanran, lowered his eyes and stared at him as if he were in a daze.

He couldn't describe the feeling. One day, when he was giving up everything for revenge, a little girl barged in and sheltered him under a delicate flower bud, carefully protecting him.

And then, out of nowhere, I introduced him to...his father-in-law?

The strange emotions slipped out and quickly disappeared. If I couldn't figure it out, I simply stopped thinking about it. In short, I didn't dislike the feeling.

After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Wen Zhenyue, who was trying his best to be kind by showing eight teeth, nodded slightly, and said in a clear voice, "Uncle."