He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 206 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 13

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yan left the screen again, timidly looking into Fu Chen's increasingly dark eyes.

After a pause and a long thought, she picked up her phone again, her fair and pink face flashing on the screen.

Fu Chen forgot to speak, his breathing slowed, and he stared intently at Wen Yan, as if he hadn't seen her for centuries.

Wen Yan felt very uncomfortable. She coughed softly, clipped her phone to the headboard, sat cross-legged, and could see her whole body clearly from the other end. She was small, hugging a pillow, her soft hair swaying on the pillow.

Fu Chen's heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his mind filled with the image of her lying obediently beside him in her pink pajamas.

The silk fabric is very smooth, always hanging loosely on one side of the collarbone, while the other side is completely covered.

Fu Chen rarely spoke in a deep voice: "Yan Yan, your collar is crooked."

Wen Yan belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly smoothed her collar until it was straight. She then tucked the ends of her hair behind her ears, so that no more mischievous strands of hair could vaguely obscure her figure, and her entire outline was now visible to Fu Chen.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; Fu Chen had never expected that she would miss him so much after just a few days apart.

Fu Chen was sizing up Wen Yan, while Wen Yan was busy fiddling with the corner of her pillow.

She had just seen it all clearly, and now that her mind was on Vlad, it was inevitable that her thoughts wouldn't be on this.

After a long delay, Wen Yan bit her lip and hesitantly spoke, "...Mr. Fu."

Fu Chen responded with a soft "hmm," his tone rising.

Once you get started, things become much easier.

"When will you come back?"

Fu Chen's heart skipped a beat. He swallowed the words "I miss you" that were on the tip of his tongue and instead answered her, "Tomorrow."

"I won't be in City A tomorrow. I promised my former boss I'd go on tour, so I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Where to go?"

"...Asan Country".

This is also the reason why Wen Yan made this video.

Asan has a huge wealth gap, is not only chaotic, but also has an extremely high crime rate. Even though Vlad promised safety, she was still worried that something bad might happen during her trip.

She wanted to ask Fu Chen for a few reliable people, as a way to give herself extra insurance.

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, she heard Fu Chen ponder: "It's not safe there... If you want to go, I can arrange for a few people to accompany you."

Fu Chen guessed Wen Yan's deeper meaning. He did not recommend that Wen Yan go to dangerous places, but if she really wanted to go, he would arrange everything.

Wen Yan pursed her lips and apologized softly, "...I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

She is very sensitive to people's emotions.

"No, it's not a problem. I'm just worried about you. Yan Yan, don't think badly of me."

Fu Chen leaned closer to comfort her, but the girl remained sullen, with tiny tears glistening in her eyelashes, though they flickered but did not fall.

Wen Yan knew that she was acting on her emotions and would feel sad unconsciously, but she didn't act this way towards others, only towards Fu Chen.

Perhaps because she takes advantage of his unconditional pampering, she inevitably becomes a bit spoiled.

Wen Yan obediently responded to whatever Fu Chen said on the other end. Her eyes were less wet, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She was as gentle and quiet as a night-blooming cereus.

Her legs, which had been crossed, were a little sore, so she took off her phone, rolled over, and lay face down on the bed. All that could be seen on the screen was her face, the fair skin of her shoulders and neck, and the strands of hair that were being swept around.

It was late at night, and Wen Yan was sleepy. Seeing this, Fu Chen could only reluctantly hang up the phone.

The girl's smiling face lingered in my mind, and my heart pounded even harder.

Fu Chen lit a cigarette, but didn't put it in his mouth, only watching the flame burn out.

He wasn't a smoker, but he couldn't do business without cigarettes. He figured that young women these days didn't like their partners smoking, and she probably was too.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Fu Chen's face was composed and handsome, appearing exceptionally sexy through the mist.

He got up, turned on his phone, found his uncle's number, and answered after a few rings. He whispered something to him and then hung up.

Fu Rong, who received the call in the middle of the night, was still in a daze and hadn't even realized what the kid had just said.

"You can manage the company for a few days, and I'll find you a niece-in-law."

Once he fully remembered, his sleepiness vanished. Fu Rong quickly called back to confirm repeatedly, finally grinning and cursing under his breath:

"This brat has finally blossomed. Don't even mention taking charge of the company for a few days, I'll find a way to pick him off, hehehe."

As I read it, tears began to fall.

My older brother and sister-in-law have been gone for so many years. I raised him by myself, acting as both father and mother. I thought he would grow up to be just like my brother, unreliable and irresponsible. But I never expected that he would be just like my brother. No wonder we are father and son.

Fu Rong tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He got up, found a mirror, and looked at himself. His temples were already white; he was no longer young.

It's been over twenty years since my older brother passed away...

The next day, as soon as Wen Yan got off the plane, she saw an unexpected person, and the smile on her face gradually became more lively.

"Mr. Fu!"

Fu Chen had obviously been waiting for a long time. The person he had been missing through the screen last night was now standing right in front of him, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

"Kanyan."

When he lowered his voice to call her, it always carried an unconscious tenderness, which made Wen Yan's ears burn. The few moments of surprise she had gathered turned into nervousness in his voice.

Fu Chen carried the luggage handle in one hand and wrapped his other hand around hers, leading her out and driving her to the hotel he had booked.

Then Wen Yan was surprised to find that Fu Chen lived next door to her, and that they were the only two people on that floor.

"Wasn't it on the third floor? Why was the floor changed?"

"The view is better on this floor, and it's more comfortable to stay here."

Fu Chen opened the door and stepped back to let Wen Yan in. He then carefully checked the place inside and out. During this time, Wen Yan followed behind him like a little tail.

Seeing that Fu Chen had already laid out the suitcase and was about to pack her luggage, Wen Yan quickly stopped him, saying, "No, I, I can do it myself!"

She hurried over to Fu Chen and squatted down, but she was too late. Fu Chen had already opened the box, and the cute strawberry bra was placed on top.

Wen Yanzu!

Her earlobes, cheeks, and neck were all red from head to toe; she was almost ripe!

Grandma Wen forgot when she tidied up for her, or maybe she hurriedly stuffed it in this morning, and it's just lying there loosely.

Wen Yan became withdrawn. Closing her suitcase would be too self-deceptive, so she chose to squat down and bury her head deep in her hands.

Fu Chen paused for a moment, his breathing tense, then casually began to pack up, tidying up the small bags of strawberry-colored clothes as if they were just ordinary clothes.

The space was so quiet it was suffocating, except for the faint rustling sound of Fu Chen packing his clothes. He saw Wen Yan still squatting there with her head down, so he walked over and squatted down next to her.

He seemed to love her long, black hair.

At least that's what Wen Yan thought. She picked up a strand of hair and played with it, then tucked it behind her ear.

Her flushed face resembled the rosy clouds at sunset, and upon closer inspection, it was still warm. Something was churning in Fu Chen's eyes, making his calm gaze appear even more profound.

"Still buried? Don't suffocate yourself." A large hand landed on his head with a low, slow voice. "Sorry, I should have gotten your permission before moving your things."

He only apologized without mentioning the strawberry-colored hem of his shirt or Wen Yan's flushed face, making Wen Yan feel like she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

She shook her head, her legs, which had gone numb from squatting for so long, slowly stood up, leaning on Fu Chen's arm. Her hand was still there, and there was a bulging mass under her palm, which seemed to feel like muscle.

It's not heavy, and it feels very comfortable to hold...

and many more!

Hold it!

Wen Yan turned her head away, and Fu Chen looked at her with a dark and lingering gaze.

If you were to ask Wen Yan what would make her heart tremble the most, it would be Fu Chen's eyes, like a bottomless abyss, ready to pull her in at any moment.