He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 157 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 15

Yan and Wei didn't have time to dwell on it for long, because—

Wen Zhenyue is leaving.

They also want to take Wen Yan with them.

Wen Zhenyue is different from Wen Yan; he is used to being straightforward and will say whatever is on his mind.

In his view, the two were clearly arguing, or rather, Yan Wei was giving his poor daughter the silent treatment.

Although she desperately wanted to find someone to send her daughter away, she couldn't just pick anyone.

So he took advantage of Wen Yan's absence to meet with Yan Wei alone.

"what do you think?"

Wen Zhenyue took a swig of wine, glanced at the man holding the hot tea, and looked quite dissatisfied.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought it through. My daughter's been practically begging you for favors. Are you going back to marry her or not? Give me a straight answer. My Wen family is wealthy and powerful; we can afford to support her..."

Snapped!

Wen Yan kicked the door open and entered.

"Old man, where are you taking my husband?"

She strode in, checked Yan Wei's cup, and breathed a sigh of relief upon finding it contained tea, though a hint of regret lingered in her eyes.

Wen Zhenyue's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "How dare you speak to your father like that?!"

"Oh, I'll fix the door later."

She glanced back at the collapsed door, spoke casually, and even took Yan Wei's teacup with interest, leisurely pouring tea and drinking it.

"What are you whispering about that you need to keep from me? Come on, speak frankly and openly, I want to hear it all."

"Humph."

Reminded by her, Wen Zhenyue remembered his purpose for today and immediately said, "I'm taking Xiaoyan home. What do you think? Are you coming with us?"

He still admired Yan Wei to some extent, after all, he was the man his daughter had chosen.

If he doesn't appreciate it, that girl would chop him up with a knife.

Uh, that’s getting off topic.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, stared intently at Yan Wei, eager to hear his thoughts.

Wen Zhenyue wanted to resolve his daughter's matter as soon as possible so he could go home and hug Awan, while Wen Yan was curious about what he had figured out after so many days of contemplation.

Yan Wei remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "I'll go with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhenyue immediately tapped the table to settle things, "Alright, let's hurry up and pack our luggage. I'll have Tie Biao find a carriage, and we'll leave now."

He was on the verge of tears, clutching a cold, lifeless blanket every day.

Ah Wan, I'm finally coming back!

"but not now."

Yan Wei's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Wen Zhenyue's head.

"Are you kidding me?"

He spoke in disbelief, and in an instant, he even figured out what kind of sack to use to pack it.

Yan Wei opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain this.

Wen Yan understood. She chased away the noisy Wen Zhenyue, pulled him back to his room, and locked the door with a slam.

"Okay, now you can say it."

There was no prelude to life or death, nor any passionate expression of emotion; it was just an ordinary day when she suddenly seemed to begin to care about his inner world.

This is very ungentlemanly.

But this was so dry and awkward, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

So they fell silent.

He seems to only know how to remain silent.

Or perhaps they hadn't figured out how to begin telling this disgusting, filthy, and despicable story.

Finally, after a long period of silence, Wen Yan began to get restless and decided to take the initiative.

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

Yan and Wei nodded.

She then guessed, "This concerns whether you'll come home with me or not?"

He nodded again.

He never looked at her, only at the gauze strip hanging down her right wrist.

The ribbon she tied came undone.

They broke up a few days ago. She didn't tie it for him again. She was angry, angry that he was cold to her, angry that he... wouldn't go home with her.

For a moment, Yan Wei's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and his heart seemed to begin to ache.

This pain is different from the excruciating pain of ants or worms gnawing at you; it's a throbbing, stabbing pain that throbs in your heart, aching along all your meridians and bones.

Has she used a spell on him again?

Oh well, it's not the first time.

"Look at me."

Wen Yan cupped his face in her hands, looking directly into his red eyes, where the boundless sorrow made him appear lonely and helpless.

She inexplicably softened again.

“Don’t play the victim,” she pursed her lips, “it will break my heart to see you like this.”

Wen Yan suddenly became very sad.

She gently pulled him into her arms, pressing him against her soft chest, letting him hear her irregular heartbeat.

Amidst the sweet fragrance, he lowered his guard and softly said, "I still have things to finish."

"Well, I'll accompany you."

"it is good."

The matter was decided so hastily that even when the two men came out to see Wen Zhenyue and Tie Biao off, they still had dark faces.

"I'm leaving. Write to your father if anything happens. Also, bring this man home as soon as possible. Don't dawdle. If it doesn't work, use force."

Even with Yan Wei right under his nose, he showed no sign of restraint, wishing he could just carry her husband home for her.

Yan Wei was also a ruthless person. After listening to the whole thing, he could still have a faint smile on his lips. His magnanimity made Wen Yan feel inferior.

Only when they were about to part did that pitiful father-daughter bond begin to emerge.

"Dad, take care of yourself. Don't die at such a young age. I still need to find a young and strong man for Mom to take care of her."

Wen Zhenyue was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead.

"Your old man is in very good health!"

He immediately stopped arguing, rode his horse at full gallop, ran a few meters, then turned back and threw the land deed in his hand on the ground.

"Here you go. Don't live a miserable life and come back to your mother talking badly about me."

After saying that, he left again, this time much slower, and turned back several times to see if she was still there.

Seeing that she remained where she was, he felt relieved, a slight smile appeared on his lips, but he suppressed it and said gruffly, "I'm leaving, don't bother seeing me off."

Then he rode off at full speed and soon disappeared into the crowd.

After watching the two burly black figures disappear, Wen Yan picked up the yellow papers on the ground. There were about ten of them, all of which were for fine shops, houses, and restaurants.

"Here, here you go."

She glanced at him briefly, patted Yan Wei's chest, gave him a subtle squeeze, then casually withdrew her hand and strolled leisurely into the house.

The day after Wen Zhenyue arrived, he bought them a house, which could be considered their little home.

Yan Wei held the land deed in his hand, his clear, husky voice ringing out: "I'll keep it for you."

Wen Yan waved her hand dismissively and said, "Fine, anyway, in our family, I'll take care of external affairs and you take care of internal affairs."

Yan Wei paused, carefully folded the yellow paper with his well-defined knuckles, and gently put it back into his sleeve.

The peaceful days passed one by one, until the withered leaves were covered with thick snow, and only then did we realize that late autumn had receded and deep winter had arrived.

After several months of recuperation, Yan Wei's health has improved significantly. At least he no longer coughs frequently, and when he is blind, he no longer goes crazy.

They were like a bland couple whose passion had faded, at least that's what Wen Yan thought.

But where she couldn't see, Yan Wei's gaze grew darker and darker, his crimson pupils like those of a giant beast, and she, the beast's only treasure, was reflected within them.

The idea of ​​seizing it grew wildly and unchecked.

"Yan Yan, it's time to eat."

After Yan Wei arranged the dishes, he gently picked up the sleeping Wen Yan and kissed her softly in the ear until she opened her sleepy eyes, got out of his arms, and then took his hand to eat together.

She looked at Yan Wei and her eyes were overflowing with satisfaction. Indeed, men who can cook are the most handsome!

The reason was that Wen Yan couldn't cook, so she always ate out. Over time, she caught the eye of the restaurant owner, who was also a handsome young man.

When Yan Wei found out, he didn't say anything, but just smiled and said that he also wanted to learn how to cook.

Wen Yan thought he was just bored, so she agreed.

Who would have thought that in just one month, his culinary skills would have improved to the point where they rivaled those of a master chef?

It smells so good!

Wen Yan ate three large bowls of rice with tears in her eyes.

After eating and drinking her fill, tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know why, but she had been feeling increasingly sleepy lately.

Yan Wei was very considerate and gently rubbed her stomach to help her digest.

Wen Yan immediately gave him a big kiss, then closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Finally, she fell into a deep sleep.