He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 204 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 11

Cafe.

Ye Qianqian sat opposite Wen Yan, her hands clasped together and fidgeting nervously.

Her eyes showed guilt, but they were red-rimmed. She stared at Wen Yan for a long time before speaking, and her first words were a request.

"Miss Wen, you... I can't live without Yichen."

Ye Qianqian knew this was absurd. She had clearly promised to let go and hide away, but now she was brazenly coming to his door, begging in a humble manner.

Seeing that Wen Yan had taken a small sip of her coffee and showed no intention of speaking, Ye Qianqian became anxious and said in a hoarse voice, "Please, I'll kneel down for you."

He suddenly knelt on the ground, drawing gossipy glances from the people in the coffee shop.

Wen Yan stood up to avoid her kneeling, "Whether you believe it or not, Xiao Yichen and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"I don't believe it. He calls your name even when he's drunk!"

Ye Qianqian was filled with jealousy and pain. She longed to hear the word "Qianqian" from Yichen's mouth, but it didn't come.

"So you've come here today to beg me to let you be with your Yichen?"

“...Yes.” Ye Qianqian found it difficult to say.

Wen Yan facepalmed: "What do I have to say for you to believe that we have nothing going on? Besides, the Qing Dynasty is long gone. Who taught you to kneel down at the drop of a hat? Is it fun to rub your dignity into the ground and play the victim to gain sympathy?"

The coffee shop patrons cast insinuating glances; everyone was confused about the situation, but sympathy for the vulnerable was an instinct.

Naturally, Wen Yan was the perpetrator and the object of contempt.

Something must have provoked Ye Qianqian, because she suddenly stood up: "I may be poor, but you can't insult my character!"

Wen Yan was dumbfounded.

Did she mention money?

Ye Qianqian passionately declared, "You're two-timing and playing with other people's feelings. I'm more noble than you when it comes to emotions; that's not something money can buy..."

"Stop, stop, stop! You think you're so noble? Don't be ridiculous! Aren't you tired of standing on your moral high ground and pointing fingers? If you're so capable, stop being so sour and tell me, which lousy ship did I end up on?"

Wen Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the coffee shop where the music was off. She was seen stirring her coffee absentmindedly.

This attitude completely enraged Ye Qianqian, and a sense of shame swept over her from the inside out: "How dare you say you have nothing to do with Xiao Yichen!"

Wen Yan remained perfectly calm: "I dare."

Ye Qianqian was speechless, her face flushed red, and then she belatedly realized that she was angry, her eyes twisting in anger.

Compared to Ye Qianqian's anger, Wen Yan's voice remained flat: "So it was this broken ship of his."

"I'm not good at arguing, and my voice isn't as loud as Miss Ye's, which could swallow several loudspeakers, but I have a brain."

"Don't I know what kind of person Xiao Yichen is? He's out having sex with Miss Ye at night, and then comes here to fawn over me with that impotent look on his face during the day. Am I blind?"

"These are all baseless rumors, all based on Miss Ye's words. She can turn white into black. Miss Ye, let me ask you, when that wrecked ship came to you, was it impotent?"

His gaze was fixed on her, as if trying to pierce through Ye Qianqian's skin and roast her alive.

She stumbled back a step, her face burning, clearly not expecting that Wen Yan, who had studied abroad, would bring this matter to light.

Wen Yan looked up at her, her expression cold and indifferent:

“Miss Ye, do you know that the Wen and Xiao families are planning a marriage alliance? I am unwilling, I was unwilling four years ago, and I am unwilling now.”

Ye Qianqian stood there blankly, watching Wen Yan walk out the door step by step.

The bells at the door lattice rang, clear and melodious.

Under the city's neon lights, the grass in the green belts turned into a kaleidoscope of colors. Wen Yan sighed and sat listlessly on the flower bed.

A chill ran through my buttocks, palms, and thighs.

She seemed to be trapped in some kind of vicious cycle, her heart locked in a dull black box, making even breathing difficult.

It's the original owner's emotions again.

"Can't you just tell me everything about the original owner all at once? It's like poking a frog bit by bit. Depression, engagement, going abroad—how much more do I not know?"

233 was also furious: "I reported it to my superiors, and their exact words were: 'The system is currently undergoing an update...'"

"What do you mean by 'updating several worlds'???"

Wen Yan rubbed her temples:

"Little Sanzi, go write a complaint note, sign my name, and oh right, remember to bold and enlarge my name at the very beginning. A bunch of freeloaders will probably only read the beginning..."

As it turns out, Wen Yan was right.

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General bureau.

Old Li casually picked up an envelope from the table; the words "complaint" in red were particularly eye-catching.

"Oh dear, another complaint letter? Throw it away, throw it away! What kind of people are these, bringing up letters like this? It's bad luck!"

"Director...why don't you turn it over and take a look?"

"Oh? Is that all the guts you have?" Old Li glanced at the crowd and thought they were spineless. It was just a complaint letter; there were piles of them in the back room, all gathering dust.

He snorted, "I'd like to see what it is..."

"Click"

"boom!"

The men rushed forward and helped Old Li up. Despite his age, he was still acting like a young man, falling off the stool and lying there like a pig. They were sweating profusely as they helped him up.

Old Li had just settled down, clutching the paper, his eyesight failing, and he prayed in a trembling voice, "Come on, take a look and see what this word means?"

"Wen Heyan? Director, is this...?"

He swallowed back what he was about to say.

Old Li was on the verge of tears, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Quick! Quick! Fill in all the missing plot points for the small world!"

"Director, didn't you complain about it taking up too much memory?"

"idiot!"

Old Li gave him a flick on the forehead, and with tears in his eyes, he sent out plot details to various small worlds, down to the smallest things like drinking a few milliliters of water or sneezing a few times.

After the message was sent, he lost a lot of weight and almost cried all his tears. He prayed that Wen Yan would not "comfort" him.

Oh oh oh!

How did he end up offending that devil? Everyone was just scheming and playing workplace games, but she just slapped him in the face.

That Iron Palm technique is no joke; last time it almost slapped his liver out.

I will cry if I continue.

Of course this is off topic.

Wen Yan received the complete storyline four days later.

233 was stunned by the detailed plot, which strengthened his determination to cling to a powerful figure!

During a break, Wen Yan explored this world from the perspective of the original owner of the body.

Wen Yu and Bai Wan's marriage was an arranged marriage between their families, without any emotional foundation. They had children only to prove to the outside world that their marriage was not just a formality.

Both of them had lovers, and they gave birth to the original owner, but they also regarded the original owner as an obstacle on the road to happiness, a golden beast that devours gold.

With a father who held him accountable and a mother who stood by and watched coldly, one can imagine what the original owner experienced in her childhood.

The emotional neglect taught her to please others; as long as she behaved, she would still have a home.

Unfortunately, everything has changed.

The two divorced in the second year of junior high school, and neither of them took the original owner with them.

The original owner went to see that her mother and father had each started their own families and had beloved children.

She was a burden, a disgrace. When Wen Yu and Bai Wan saw her, it was as if they were seeing their most unbearable past.

Nobody wanted her.

Besides grandparents.

Her grandparents took her away to raise her. In the unfamiliar environment, with her beautiful appearance and quiet personality, she naturally became a target of bullying.

It's not physical bullying, it's psychological bullying.

Her seat was always littered with trash; whenever she appeared, everyone would immediately fall silent, keeping their distance from her as if she were a virus sitting next to someone else, and so on.

She's had enough!

The result told her that a thug liked her, and this was a ploy to get her attention and force the original owner to only associate with him...

This world is so boring.

During the summer before entering high school, the original owner had a sudden thought: What does death feel like?

So she turned her gaze to the seaside and walked step by step into the deep sea, where she was eventually rescued as expected.

Dying is not pleasant at all; it feels like someone is choking you, and the air you swallow feels like a sharp knife stabbing into your lungs.

Her grandparents were terrified by the accident and forbade her from going to the beach again.

It was also this time, looking at the two people's swollen eyes, that the original owner suppressed the thought in her heart, she wanted to live well.

Live well.

The original owner did not go directly to the senior high school, but transferred schools again. She began to change, putting on a warm facade, becoming a confidante, the school beauty of Shenghuai No.1 High School, and a pure and innocent confidante.

She's gotten used to it all, becoming the kind of person everyone likes, but why isn't that enough? Why does she still need to go through with the arranged marriage?

Wen Yu came to her door and ordered her to marry into the Xiao family.

Ironically, her grandparents also thought she was a good person, outstanding, and most importantly, they liked her.

Nobody cared about her opinion.

Is liking her enough? What about her? What about her opinion? Isn't it important...?

The original owner did not want to follow in her parents' footsteps, so she began to go on a hunger strike and refuse to go to school as a silent form of resistance.

It's no use. If they're on a hunger strike, they'll keep them alive with glucose. If they're not going to school, they'll hire a tutor.

The original owner didn't die; she was saved entirely by the violin.

Seeing Wen Yan grow more and more haggard each day, the old man and woman secretly wiped away their tears. In the end, they couldn't bear it anymore and helped her with the paperwork to go abroad, packed her up, and sent her overseas.

Four years passed before I was gone.

No one knows what methods the two used, but Wen Yu and Bai Wan actually let the original owner leave.

She met Xiao Yichen again just a month before she graduated and returned to China, but she didn't know that he was Xiao Yichen.

She thought he was just an ordinary junior, but he was so kind and unconditionally supportive of her.

The umbrella in the rain, the meal at dawn, the indiscriminate protection—the original owner gradually fell in love. It was at this time that he learned of his junior's identity.

So he was Xiao Yichen.

Perhaps it's fate; after all the twists and turns, she's still bound to him. Since it's fate, she'll accept it.

But who can tell him that Xiao Yichen has had a secret lover for four years? Ha, even if that woman looks eight parts like her, what does that prove?

Deeply in love? What a joke, she's disgusted by such things.

Xiao Yichen treated her so well, so well that she was in a daze, so well that she became a villain.

but why?

Xiao Yichen and that woman became increasingly entangled, and she grew more and more jealous, unable to even maintain a semblance of gentleness.

That woman's name was Ye Qianqian. She was no good person. She knelt before her and begged her, but every word she uttered felt like an accusation, stabbing into her lungs. The original owner woke up in terror every night.

She looked even more haggard.

She was so tired, so she decided to let it go and leave it at that. She deliberately left behind evidence, but that lucky woman exposed her.

Xiao Yichen ran out, his eyes so cold.

It turns out he didn't love her, it was just his obsession; he didn't trust her either, she was just too good at pretending...

Heartbroken, the original owner ended his young life with a knife and a vat of water.

That night, the tulips withered, and "Wenyan" was no more.