He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 158 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 16

Yan Wei carried Wen Yan back into the house, where the underfloor heating was on, making it warm and cozy.

He sat quietly by the bed, staring at her sleeping face with a fascination.

As night fell and Po Ren's red eyes slowly lost focus, he finally moved his stiff legs and slowly got up.

The blurred vision made him restless, and the piercing, howling sounds in his ears seemed to want to penetrate his brain and stab out from the other eardrum.

Yan Wei merely frowned slightly, skillfully donned the black robe he had taken from the hidden compartment, and strode out. The entire process was fluid and effortless, as if he had done it countless times before.

I have indeed done it countless times.

He glanced one last time in Wen Yan's direction, carefully closed the door, and disappeared completely into the night.

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The next morning.

Wen Yan rolled over groggily, half her body pressing against Yan Wei, and gently nudged him against his leg: "Get up and cook, I want to eat..."

Soup dumplings.

Yan Wei picked up where she left off, his gaze becoming even more tender.

The girl had a bad sleeping posture and used to always take over the whole bed, while he would either shrink into a corner or be pinned down by her.

Now, she can subconsciously make room for him and reach out to precisely wrap her arms around his neck.

Unbeknownst to her, his shadow permeated every corner of her world.

This realization excited Yan Wei, and his already red eyes darkened even more, and even the new wound on his left arm didn't hurt as much.

He carefully lifted the blanket, ignoring the chill that was creeping around him, and quickly turned back to tuck her in, brushing aside the strands of hair that were clinging to her cheek, and placed a gentle kiss on her delicate pink cheek.

Yan Wei smiled contentedly, her thin, deep red lips displaying a vibrant color.

He loved everything about her.

He would use everything from his fingernails to every inch of his skin, even the bowls and chopsticks he had used.

Wen Yan seemed to realize it, or perhaps not; in any case, she indulged him, which only made him more and more demanding and unrestrained.

Yan Wei acted like a virtuous and doting husband. After preparing the meal, he gently woke Wen Yan up, wiped her face and helped her wash up, before leading her to the dining room.

He actually wanted to hug her more, but Wen Yan wouldn't let him.

"My husband, you need to rest now and shouldn't do any strenuous work."

"Research is not important."

"No, no, holding hands is fine too."

Wen Yan tried her best to coax him.

Only after agreeing to increase their monthly marital intimacy to twice did the man, who had been feigning pitifulness, finally withdraw his disappointed gaze.

The sun was shining brightly today, so Yan Wei moved a reclining chair into the yard and thoughtfully prepared some fruits for her to do the accounts while he ground ink for her.

Although he acted normally, Wen Yan still noticed his slightly trembling left arm.

"Husband, why do you smell so good? It's different from before."

Wen Yan leaned closer and sniffed his neck, then blinked and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yan Wei paused in peeling the orange, then lowered his head and gently nuzzled her, his tone becoming somewhat cautious: "Don't you like it?"

His deep red eyes gazed at her silently, as if he would immediately take a bath to wash away all the fragrances that displeased her if she said she didn't like him.

"No, no, it's just that the smell is too strong and a bit fishy. It doesn't smell as good as your original bamboo fragrance."

Wen Yan was just mentioning it casually; she wasn't forcing him to change the incense.

"I love all the fragrances my husband wears!"

Her husband was emotionally sensitive, and she absolutely couldn't let him misunderstand, lest he sit on the bed in the middle of the night, his eyes red, silently watching her all night.

Let's move on to something else.

"It's the end of the month, I have to go collect the money. Husband, are you alright staying home alone?"

Wen Yan made a few annotations on the paper before looking up at Yan Wei, who was quietly grinding ink beside her.

His hands were white and straight, with well-defined bones, and the slanting sunlight gave them a soft glow.

Yan Wei held the ink stick and slowly rubbed it against the inkstone, his eyes lowered, his captivating gaze reflected in the flowing ink, creating a faint layer of light and shadow.

Wen Yan visits the shops once a month to check on the situation and see if anyone is using the shops for shady business.

I caught them on a date at a clothing store last time.

"Husband, husband?"

Wen Yan called Yan Wei twice before he reacted, put down the ink stick, and was about to peel an orange for her.

"Oh, I don't want to eat oranges, I just need to go check on the shop later. Will you stay home and wait for me quietly?"

Yan Wei realized what was happening and naturally put down the orange: "Okay."

"I'll go home early, so don't work too hard!"

Wen Yan gave Yan Wei a few instructions before leaving.

Yan Wei sat in the courtyard watching Wen Yan's departing figure, feeling inexplicably uneasy; he didn't want her to leave.

No, we can't push her too far, or she'll leave.

Yan and Wei admonished themselves.

Wen Yan usually spends a whole day inspecting the shops. He got up, tidied up the yard, and then carried water back to his room.

Yan Wei ignored Wen Yan's words of comfort and stubbornly believed that she was annoyed by the fragrance today, which was why she didn't give him a kiss before leaving the house.

I never imagined she had simply forgotten.

He sat in the bathtub, washing himself again and again. The horrifying knife wound snaked down his left arm, and the gushing blood slid into the tub along the watermarks, turning the clear water red.

He's still washing.

He only stopped when the stench became increasingly strong, and then blankly covered his bleeding arm.

"We can't apply the medicine; Yanyan is very sensitive to the smell of medicine."

"Don't use perfume, Yan Yan doesn't like strong fragrances."

"Yanyan doesn't like the smell of blood either."

"I can't let Yan Yan know I'm injured, she'll be angry."

"..."

Yan Wei seemed to have become a chatterbox, every sentence was full of gentle words.

For the first time ever, Wen Yan wore a veil and mingled in the teahouse listening to gossip.

Two young people were sitting at the next table, whispering about a recent murder case.

"Have you heard? Someone in Alliance Leader Chen's family has died again."

"Who is it this time?"

"That wet nurse, she was skinned alive, covered in blood..."

"Hmm, this is really creepy. Do you think Alliance Leader Chen has offended someone? How many people have died so far?"

"I don't know, I heard that Alliance Leader Chen almost caught someone this time!"

"and then?"

"He still got away, but Alliance Leader Chen didn't let him off easy; he slashed him hard..."

Wen Yan had no patience to listen to anything else. She immediately paid the bill, left the shop, and headed to the clinic.

It turns out the fishy smell wasn't just her imagination.

Wen Yan hurriedly bought the medicine and rushed home, but slowed down halfway there.

From God's perspective, she knew that Yan Wei was seeking revenge, but as someone who had been kept in the dark by him, she shouldn't have known about it.

She stood at her doorstep, clutching the wound medicine, her feelings a jumble of emotions. Yan Wei had his reasons for keeping it from her.

He was terrified that she would abandon him if she knew about his past, like a stray cat or dog.

He didn't dare gamble that she would still treat him the same way after she knew everything.

To put it bluntly, he didn't believe she could love him, love all of him.

He was always pretending, acting elegant, gentle, generous, normal, and everything else she might love.

In reality, he is sensitive, suspicious, and possessive to an extreme degree. He desperately needs intimacy, preferably an intimacy that is so forceful that it takes over his entire breath, locks his mouth and nose, and tightly wraps him up without any airtightness.

He went completely insane amidst morbid repression.

But now, he's almost no longer himself.

"The authorities are investigating!"

Several soldiers came from the left, comparing the portraits one by one. "The murderer is dressed in black, tall and slender, with a wound on his left arm..."

Wen Yan took the portrait and glanced at it; it was six-tenths like the portrait of Yan and Wei.

She didn't say anything, just glanced at it a few times and returned it, adding that she would let me know if there was any news.

After the person left, she thought she couldn't just let it go, so she took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the occasional sound of splashing water coming from inside the house.