He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 209 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 16

Fu Chen didn't know how to react; his blood was almost running backwards.

He stared intently at Wen Yan's flushed face, wishing he could kiss her rosy lips.

He spoke very cautiously, "Yan Yan, are you serious?"

His gaze was fixed on her, and if she uttered even a single word of denial, he would lock her lips like a mad dog.

They've gone mad, they've really gone mad.

Wen Yan did not disappoint him; even though his mind was in a daze, he still hummed softly several times.

Fu Chen's eyes were bloodshot. His hand, which was around her waist, slid down to her back, and he pressed her forcefully against himself.

He was really afraid that she would feel pressured, even though she had given him all the right to be close to her, and he was the only one around her.

But as soon as he remembered what the doctor said, his sharp methods immediately became weak.

Ultimately, I just didn't want her to be sad, didn't want her to feel any pressure, and didn't want to restrict her because of her illness.

"Yanyan, now that you've brought it up, you can't shirk your responsibility. We're going to get married."

Fu Chen leaned close to Wen Yan's ear and whispered, his words as tender as lovers entwining their necks.

Wen Yan probably didn't hear it, because all she could hear was her even breathing.

Fu Chen held her tightly, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips, his eyes filled with unwavering devotion. Only when she couldn't see him would he cautiously reveal a glimpse of his true nature.

Keep your claws hidden; don't scare her.

Fu Chen slowly moved closer to the lips he had longed for day and night, gently rubbing them. His delicate kisses were ambitious, not confined to the small petal-like lips, but moving carefully and gently to the cheeks, earlobes, and neck...

He controlled the force, as if brushing a feather across the surface.

Yan Yan's skin is delicate; we can't leave any marks.

By the next day, Wen Yan's fever had finally subsided.

Fu Chen leaned over the bedside to look at her. Last night, she had a recurring low-grade fever, and he could feel her body going from hot to cold. She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

She broke out in a sweat in the middle of the night, and her temperature gradually returned to normal. Fu Chen was worried that she would be uncomfortable sleeping because of the stickiness, so he got some water to wipe her down.

Fortunately, the illness came on fiercely but also went away quickly.

When Wen Yan slowly woke up, she was lying in Fu Chen's arms. To be precise, she clung to him like an octopus, squeezing him into a corner.

Her cheeks flushed, and she tiptoed away, only to be suddenly embraced halfway back. The warmth of their skin touching made her feel as if she were floating on clouds.

His soft voice was in my ear, so pleasant that it made my face blush and my heart race.

"Does Yan Yan still remember last night?"

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment before nodding. Although it wasn't real, it seemed like she kissed him and made him a promise.

Fu Chen's eyes darkened, and he said quietly, "Yan Yan gave me a formal title last night."

"What title?"

"husband."

Wen Yan was shocked: "He's clearly my boyfriend! How could you skip so many levels!"

"Yan Yan remembers it quite clearly."

Oops, I fell into a trap.

Wen Yan gave up on fighting with this old fox, tilted her head slightly, and said softly, "You schemed against me."

Fu Chen disagreed: "There was no scheming involved, it was all from the heart."

"I can't tell you."

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, and the sunlight filtering through the small gap brought a vibrant feel to the room; the weather was exceptionally nice today.

Wen Yan slowly sat up, but found that she was still weak, so she leaned on Fu Chen's shoulder to recover.

"What time is it now?"

"It's one o'clock, are you hungry?"

"Kind of."

After listening to her, Fu Chen helped her lean against the soft pillows, went out and brought her some porridge. He had cooked the porridge early in the morning; it was soft, flavorful, and smelled quite delicious.

Fu Chen sat down on the edge of the bed with a bowl and was about to feed her. Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, then supported herself on his arm and tried to eat by herself. In the end, she was coaxed into taking a bite.

After the first bite, there was a second and a third, and then Wen Yan finished the whole bowl of porridge without even touching the spoon.

They didn't even get the chance to do something as simple as wiping their lips themselves.

Wen Yan had a rather serious look on her face: "Mr. Fu, what will you do if you spoil me rotten?"

“I won’t spoil him,” Fu Chen corrected her form of address, “Still calling me Mr. Fu?”

"What's that called?"

Fu Chen patted her hair: "Think about it yourself."

Wen Yan couldn't figure it out. She thought Mr. Fu was quite nice, refined and reserved, and a good match for him.

But Fu Chen didn't think so. He wanted to hear more intimate and affectionate terms of endearment from her, preferably ones that would immediately reveal that the two were an inseparable couple.

The issue of how to address someone still needs to be discussed, and a phone call from an unfamiliar number shattered the smile that Wen Yan had managed to muster.

She moved to the rocking chair on the small balcony, curled up in the corner, and the sunlight cast a shadow over her.

Her hands were trembling, and the forceful voice on the other end of the phone was impatiently dictating everything to her, using both soft and hard tactics, biting and cursing.

"The marriage agreement with the Xiao family is not a game for you; it concerns the entire company. Wen Yan, can't you be a little more sensible and stop putting your father and me in a difficult position?"

Perhaps because the person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time, Bai Wan's voice softened, which was unusual for her:

“Xiaoyan, sometimes it’s unavoidable to be born into a family like ours. Your dad and I were like that before too. We got divorced in a few years and that was fine.”

"While that Xiao family kid still has some interest in you, you should try to win him over. If all else fails, you could try to make some money or secure a few projects for the company..."

Wen Yan interrupted her: "Mom! He's keeping a mistress outside."

"So what? How many men don't keep a mistress these days? As long as it doesn't affect your status as a wealthy wife, what's wrong with that? If you have a child, your father and I will take care of everything for you. What in the Xiao family isn't ours?"

At this point, Bai Wan even smiled slightly: "I heard that woman looks eight parts like you. I didn't realize she was so devoted. A devoted person must be of good character."

Wen Yan's expression changed, her gentle voice turning cold: "Enough. Don't mention this to me. I find it disgusting. Not only is he disgusting, but you and Wen Yu are even more disgusting. If it's so good, why don't you let Bai Man go?"

Bai Man is her daughter over there, who takes her mother's surname and is only a few years younger than her.

"Wen Yan, have some conscience! Manman is only twenty years old!"

"How much older am I than her?"

So that's where the problem lies. Bai Wanwan seemed to have found Wen Yan's weakness. She relaxed and prepared a bunch of complaints in her mind about being unable to control herself and still loving her. She was about to open her mouth to persuade her.

"Beep beep."

The other party hung up.

Bai Wan's face turned pale with anger. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She then called Wen Yu and had a big argument with her.

Wen Yan was unaware of what happened next. After hanging up the phone, she casually tossed it onto a small table on the balcony. Sunlight shone on the screen, making it shimmer with iridescent colors.

She just stared blankly at the color.

She didn't even know when Fu Chen came over and put his arm around her.

"Is Yan Yan unhappy?"

The question was phrased with certainty, as Fu Chen was always keenly aware of her emotions.

Wen Yan didn't hide anything from him, leaning on Fu Chen's shoulder and nodding, looking sullen.

Can you tell me about it?

Fu Chen pulled her into his arms and stroked her long hair, asking her questions patiently.

Feeling the safety of her embrace, Wen Yan blinked and slowly began to speak about her family's arranged marriage and her troubled blood ties.

Fu Chen listened attentively the whole time, occasionally humming in agreement, and wiping away her tears when he saw them fall.

Wen Yan talked a lot, and for a long time, so long that the shadow cast by the sunlight on half of her body moved to her entire body.

She said she would lean on him to rest when she was tired.

Fu Chen patted her back, turned his head and lovingly kissed her hair, a cold light in his eyes, and made a gentle promise in his voice:

"Don't worry, Yan Yan. Leave it to me. You just need to take a nap, and the problem will be solved when you wake up."

"Sleep well, my sweet girl."