He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 196 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 3

Wen Yan was cautious in his dealings with Fu Chen, and his grandfather's words seemed to remind him that this man was not to be trifled with.

She regretted getting on the bus.

Fu Chen's gaze followed Wen Yan, and he naturally understood the emotions on her face.

He paused for a moment, then rolled down the car window, breaking the enclosed space. His gaze, which had been fixed on her, shifted to the street scene rushing past outside the car.

Wen Yan breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Fu Chen's gaze was too intimidating; not everyone could withstand it.

"Did Miss Wen grow up in City A?" Fu Chen asked casually, as if it were just a topic he brought up casually.

"Yes, I studied here since I was a child, and then went abroad after graduating from high school."

"What country?"

"U.K."

"It's an interesting country. Did anything interesting happen to you while you were studying there, Miss Wen?"

When talking about things she was familiar with, Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and she recounted the interesting things that happened during her studies abroad, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Xiao Chen, who was driving in front, glanced at Fu Chen a few more times through the rearview mirror.

When did the boss start liking to hear this? Didn't he just complain that he talked too much?

Fu Chen noticed his gaze, glanced at him indifferently, and Xiao Chen immediately rose up the partition.

These subtle actions happened without her noticing, and Wen Yan, who was focused on her conversation, didn't notice them.

After driving a while longer, the car stopped in front of the courtyard. Fu Chen got out first, opened the car door for Wen Yan, and handed her her bag.

"Mr. Fu, won't you come in and have a seat?" Wen Yan asked politely as Fu Chen was about to leave.

"No, I have some things to do at the company."

"Oh, alright then, Mr. Fu, take care and be careful." Wen Yan didn't linger when she saw Fu Chen was about to leave, she just waved to him and whispered her instructions.

“Miss Wen,” Fu Chen suddenly looked directly into Wen Yan’s gentle and warm eyes, “we’ll see you next time.”

"See you next time."

The black sedan had driven quite a distance when Wen Yan was still standing there. Her heart had trembled when she suddenly met Fu Chen's aggressive gaze, and it was only now that she calmed down.

Back in her room, she threw herself onto the bed and smiled.

Playing the prey must be exhausting.

A slight noise came from the window, and 233 leaped in. It had transformed into a cat, its fur jet black and glossy, clearly well-fed.

"Sir, aren't you going to ask Fu Chen for his contact information?"

It was puzzled. Wasn't the master looking for her Daoist partner? Why was she no longer in a hurry after seeing Fu Chen?

“You don’t understand,” Wen Yan said, lying back with a gentle and casual tone, “He has to take the initiative at least once.”

Finally, she met someone who wasn't too bad, and she could finally enjoy the pleasure of being pursued.

You know what, she's actually a little excited about it.

Wen Yan chuckled softly, her brows and eyes relaxed, and her delicate hand gently stroked 233's cat tail, looking extremely relaxed.

"What about Xiao Yichen?" 233 hesitated for a few days before finally speaking up. Whether as a supporting female character in the plot or a member of the department, Wen Yan should follow the plot in terms of both emotion and reason.

but.

233 glanced at Wen Yan's upturned lips, then recalled the previous worlds. Its fur twitched, and it decided it was best to mind its own business and not interfere in adult matters.

Thinking this, 233 rescued its tail, which was about to be pinched bald, from Wen Yan's hands and gracefully jumped out of the window.

It's going to find Grandma Wen to play with yarn.

But it jumped back after a short while. Wen Yan glanced at it sideways and asked lazily, "What is it?"

"Sir, the pendant on the bag you took out today is gone," it said, sounding aggrieved.

That was a gift from them, a premium item from the store, and it's even based on them—it's incredibly cute.

Wen Yan poked its bristling whiskers, which were puffed up in anger, and then chuckled softly as if she had thought of something: "Don't worry, it will always come back."

"Really?" 233 didn't believe her.

"Really, I swear," Wen Yan said good-naturedly, raising three fingers above her head.

"Alright." 233 decided to believe her for the time being. Its grievances came and went quickly, and it immediately abandoned Wen Yan, jumped out of the window, and went to find Old Mrs. Wen.

After 233 left, Wen Yan rested for a while, and when she saw that it was almost time, she slowly got up to practice the piano, and practiced until evening.

Grandma Wen and Grandpa Wen were already sitting at the dining table, waiting for Wen Yan. She walked gracefully to her seat.

The family dinner was peaceful and harmonious.

The two elderly people didn't have the habit of prying into their granddaughter's private affairs. Judging from the smile that Wen Yan still had on her lips, she must have had a very pleasant day.

“I always said young people should go out and travel. Look at Xiao Yan, her complexion has improved.”

The young girl was like a flower bud, every smile and frown exuding spring charm. Grandma Wen felt that there was no one more beautiful than her granddaughter.

"Grandpa, Grandma, the orchestra we signed with is too far away. I want to look for one in City A to see if there's a suitable one."

The original owner had previously signed with an overseas band, and since Mr. and Mrs. Wen were getting old, she didn't want to be too far from home.

Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen readily agreed; they also wanted to be closer to their granddaughter.

With the support of the two elderly people, Wen Yan became more efficient in handling matters. Within a few days, she found a suitable orchestra and finalized the start dates.

After leaving the opera house, Wen Yan called the head of the overseas orchestra to explain the situation, and the other party was truly saddened.

"Yan, I thought you would stay. If I had known you would graduate early, I should have brought you in. You slipped away from me for nothing. Such a good violinist."

Vlad really regrets it, as Wen Yan is quite famous in the violin world and could bring considerable revenue to the orchestra.

Wen Yan didn't think this through. Vlad had given her a lot of help when she was in England, otherwise she wouldn't have finalized his orchestra so early.

She said sincerely, "Vlad, I'm so sorry, but if there's anything I can do to help with the violin in the future, I will definitely do my best."

Hearing her say that, Vlad knew there was no way to change the situation and had no choice but to give up.

Yan is someone he has watched grow up step by step to where she is now. Her character and ability are beyond reproach. It would be really difficult to find someone else who can replace her and whom he knows well.

After exchanging a few more words, Wen Yan hung up the phone. As she looked down at her phone, a voice suddenly came from beside her.

"Miss Shen?"

She turned her head and saw a car parked beside her at some point. The rear window slid down, revealing Fu Chen's face.

Wen Yan was a little surprised and nodded slightly, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Chen had a smile on his face. He had just glanced out the window and unexpectedly saw Wen Yan. Seeing that she seemed to have something to do, he stopped and waited for her.

"Where are you headed, Miss Wen? Perhaps it's on your way."

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fu. I've already called a car," Wen Yan said politely.

Although their last chat went well, overall they weren't close enough for him to let them ride in his car without permission.

Fu Chen nodded, his hand that had been reaching for his pocket stopped, the car window slid up, and Xiao Chen restarted the car.

Fu Chen's slender fingers hooked into his pocket, revealing a pendant that, judging by its appearance, was the one Wen Yan had lost.

Fu Chen looked at Wen Yan, who had become a small black dot as the distance between them increased, and silently thought, "I originally planned to give it to her today, but it seems the time is not right yet."

He picked up the pendant and examined it closely.

It's a black cat with round, chubby eyes; it's quite cute.

"Why don't you exchange contact information with Miss Wen, sir?" Xiao Chen glanced at Fu Chen in the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and asked cautiously.

He hadn't forgotten that Mr. Fu kept urging his boss to find a partner, and blind dates were coming one after another, but his boss had never gone to one of them.

"What's the rush?" Fu Chen said indifferently. "Is your uncle pressuring you?"

"No rush, it's not... I..." Xiao Chen stammered, not knowing how to explain, so he simply shut up, but his eyes glanced at the cat-shaped pendant in Fu Chen's hand.

When did the boss start liking such cute little gadgets?