He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 203 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 10

The cicadas' chirping on a summer night was deafening, making even a short walk seem exceptionally long.

After leaving the courtyard, Fu Chen seemed unable to hold back any longer, and embraced Wen Yan, her long breaths ringing in his ears.

It was an extremely gentle hug that lasted only a few seconds before it was released. Wen Yan didn't react at all from beginning to end, her cheeks still pink and tender.

Fu Chen is a businessman who is very calculating about gains and losses.

According to the original plan, Wen Yan should already be his, but now, looking at the obedient girl in front of him, his desire is growing, and he secretly craves more.

We need more than just people; we need their hearts.

Because of gratitude, he agreed to not accept it in a daze. He wanted Wen to develop a genuine liking for him, not just someone he could settle for.

Just like now, they appear very intimate, and she doesn't reject any of his overstepping actions.

But Fu Chen knew that if he ever managed to keep the boundaries, they would immediately revert to a relationship of platonic friendship.

Wen Yan looked down at her toes, unable to guess why Fu Chen had called her out, and she didn't feel any eagerness to know, so she simply waited quietly.

Then a large hand gently patted her head, and a voice that could never be more soothing rang out: "Don't overthink it. Go back and get a good night's sleep. We'll go see the circus after get off work tomorrow."

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't speak, Fu Chen paused for a moment: "If you don't like the circus, we can watch something else..."

“I like it.” Wen Yan grabbed his hand, stopping him from speaking. Her eyes were bright, and her voice was soft: “I also like circus, mountain climbing, horseback riding…”

Wen Yan said a lot in one breath, and then felt embarrassed and buried her face in his chest, her face burning.

Or is it that you make so many demands on someone all at once?

Fu Chen laughed, and the person in his arms awkwardly tugged at his coat until he heard a smiling "okay" before letting go of the uncomfortable hem.

Old Man Wen's shouts came from inside the courtyard, only to be interrupted by Old Woman Wen, followed by the sound of their footsteps fading into the distance.

Fu Chen smoothed Wen Yan's hair down her back, picked up a strand from the side and carefully kissed it, causing Wen Yan to tremble slightly.

Fu Chen let his hair down as if nothing was wrong: "It's getting late, go back now. Don't forget, I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

Wen Yan nodded, glanced up at Fu Chen, and watched him leave with a smile.

Fu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you smiled.

As the car drove away, Wen Yan turned and entered the courtyard. The elderly couple sat on wooden chairs, one on each side with an empty space in the middle, clearly waiting for her.

Servants went in and out, carrying Fu Chen's belongings inside.

The group had been chatting, and Old Man Wen hadn't said a word, so no one dared to touch these things. They were just left there, but now they've taken them.

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, then sat down between the two of them: "Grandpa and Grandma, you can ask them."

Old Man Wen shook his head, looking profound: "We won't ask anymore, as long as you're confident."

Wen Yan turned her head: "Really?"

I breathed a sigh of relief; if I had actually asked her, I wouldn't have known what to say.

Grandma Wen was anxiously watching from the side, but she stopped after her eyes met Grandpa Wen's.

Despite the noisy chirping of cicadas, Wen Yan found peace within herself. After chatting with the elderly for a while, she got up and went upstairs to her room. The next day, she got up to go to work.

After catching up with the band's schedule, Wen Yan's work hours were changed to 10:00 AM, and she was finally able to sit at her desk and leisurely finish her breakfast before heading out.

Breakfast was prepared by Grandma Wen herself, and she also stewed pigeon soup. It was so lavish that Wen Yan was surprised.

"Xiao Yan's awake? Come on, try the soup Grandma made."

It was only yesterday, after Fu Chen reminded her, that she realized how thin her granddaughter was. She had been told before that it was because she needed to perform on stage, but she only found out yesterday that she was sick.

Remembering her promise to Fu Chen, she suppressed her inappropriate emotions and lovingly ladled soup for Wen Yan.

After having breakfast, Wen Yan told her parents and then went to the theater. Today was a rehearsal for some pieces, and there would be a small performance in the afternoon.

The piece was Saint-Saëns' "Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso," a classic violin piece that she was very familiar with, and the rehearsal went smoothly.

Until the song ended, she spotted Fu Chen, who was sitting in the most prominent position in the front row.

His hair was perfectly styled, he wore a black trench coat, and stared intently at her with a serious expression, giving the impression that he wasn't there for the music.

They came for the people.

Their eyes met briefly, and Fu Chen was the first to stand up and applaud, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause from the crowd.

Wen Yan smiled silently.

At the back door of the theater, Fu Chen leaned against the car door. Wen Yan's eyes lit up when she saw her, and she hurried over.

"How did you come?"

"Come see the young artists perform."

Fu Chen didn't open the passenger door, but instead pressed a button, and the trunk opened, revealing a full display of colorful tulips.

She felt as if she had stepped into a sea of ​​tulips, the reds vibrant, the purples mysterious, the yellows bright... all clustered together in a breathtaking display of beauty.

Fu Chen was captivated by her surprised expression, his dark eyes swirling with emotion: "Do you like it?"

Wen Yan nodded vigorously: "I like it very much!"

Even after watching the circus, a faint smile remained on his face as he drove home.

Looking through the rearview mirror at Wen Yan, who had run to the back seat and was intimately cuddling with the flowers, Fu Chen felt a surge of tenderness in his heart and his voice became light and cheerful: "The box in your left hand, yes, open it."

It was a necklace, silver, with a small tulip in the center, and Wen Yan fell in love with it at first sight.

"do you like it?"

"I like it!" Wen Yan suddenly became serious. "Fu Chen, thank you, thank you so much."

"You don't need to thank me."

Fu Chen chuckled; it seemed Chen Zhu's salary was due for a raise.

The car stopped in front of the courtyard gate, and Wen Yan had the flowers taken down one by one and placed in a vase. She liked them very much no matter how she looked at them.

After saying goodbye to Old Man Wen, Fu Chen drove away.

Old Man Wen, with a disdainful look, nitpicked: "Hmph! What's so special about a few flowers? If you like them, I have a whole bunch in my yard. I'll pick the freshest ones for you tomorrow."

Wen Yan chuckled: "Grandpa."

Over the next few days, Wen Yan received various gifts from Fu Chen, which eventually accumulated into a small pile. It was only after Wen Yan subtly reminded him that Fu Chen stopped receiving so many.

However, he still sent a bunch of gifts before his business trip before flying abroad with peace of mind. Before leaving, he also told Assistant Chen to keep an eye on Wen Yan.

With Fu Chen making such a grand entrance, it's hard for others not to know. Rumors gradually spread in the industry that the CEO, who was most annoyed by the pretentious affectation, started going to the theater every day, seemingly addicted to art.

Everyone was confused and rushed to buy tickets, which led to the theater performance tickets selling out as soon as they went on sale.

This inadvertently gave the theater a great boost in publicity, making Brother Li extremely happy and praising Wen Yan for her excellent work.

Fu Chen was going on a business trip for a week, and during that time Wen Yan walked alone after get off work. On the very first day, she ran into someone quite unexpected.

Ye Qianqian, dressed in a white dress with a green ribbon tied around her waist, looked at her with red eyes, her gaze filled with shock, disbelief, and an inexplicable joy.

She said angrily, "Miss Wen, let's talk!"

Wen Yan ignored her and walked past without looking at her, but Wen Yan grabbed her wrist forcefully: "Wen Yan, you're two-timing and shameless!"

The noise was so loud that it drew the attention of passersby.

Wen Yan stopped, her eyes cold as if frozen, and shook off her. Then she took out a tissue and wiped the spot where her hand had been held. She was a germaphobe.

Ye Qianqian tripped and fell to the ground. Wen Yan squatted down and leaned close to her, his voice low and menacing: "Miss Ye, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Do I need to list all the scumbag things you've done?"

The letters, razor blades, dead rats sent to the original owner...