He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 259 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 9)

Zhou Yan acted quickly; in less than ten minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Wen Yan, I left the sanitary napkins by the door for you. Do you know how to use them? Do you need me to teach you?"

Zhou Yan was still breathing heavily, but he tried his best to control his voice, making it sound less rough.

The door opened slightly, and Wen Yan's slender, white fingers emerged. Zhou Yan placed the sanitary napkins he had bought in her hand, and the door quickly closed.

After a while, Wen Yan's voice came: "Zhou Yan, my clothes are dirty and I can't wear them."

"Where is it? I'll come get it."

"In the second drawer of the wardrobe, the pajamas were on the bed."

The footsteps at the door faded into the distance.

Zhou Yan pushed open the door to Wen Yan's bedroom. It was decorated by Bai Wan, with pink and white as the main colors, creating a fresh and sweet girl's room.

He looked straight ahead, opened the cabinet, and was dazzled by the sight of clothes, pants, and skirts filling the cabinet.

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened for a moment, then he quickly took out a change of underwear and a nightgown as described, knocked on the door and handed them to Wen Yan, his face expressionless throughout the whole process.

After handing it in, he didn't leave. He just stood at the door, lost in thought, his deep eyes gazing at the starry sky.

The sky, which had never been polluted by industry, was so beautiful.

He had never actually observed it carefully.

"Zhou Yan, are you still there?"

The voice from inside interrupted Zhou Yan's racing thoughts, and he responded softly, "I'm here."

Wen Yan said with concern: "I can't stick it on, it moves easily, and it's very uncomfortable."

Zhou Yan looked up at the sky, his eyes trembling several times. He sighed, then slowly opened his lips: "Don't get it wet, it won't stick properly if it gets wet. I brought two pairs of underwear, dry your hands and then take the other pair."

Wen Yan picked up another one and said, "Here you go."

"Tear open the sanitary napkin packaging, take out one, unfold it, and tear off the white paper..."

Zhou Yan said something, and Wen Yan did it exactly as he said, until everything was completely tidied up. When they opened the door, Zhou Yan was still outside.

Hearing the door open, his thick, indifferent eyes looked over, his gaze lingering for a moment on her pale lips, and he frowned slightly: "Does it still hurt?"

"Mmm, it hurts a lot." Wen Yan's fingertips were dry, and her nails were round and beautiful.

She gripped Zhou Yan's clothes tightly to steady herself, the pain in her abdomen causing her to bend slightly over.

Zhou Yan helped her back to her room to lie down, took a thermos to warm her stomach, then turned on the stove to boil some brown sugar water, brought it in, and watched her drink it in small sips.

As she drank, Zhou Yan instructed her, "For the next few days, avoid raw or cold foods, strenuous exercise, and cold or chilled foods."

Wen Yanwei raised her eyes, her eyes filled with such deep reliance and trust that they seemed about to melt into tears: "Then my clothes."

"I……"

Zhou Yan wanted to say he would wash, but when he saw the girl's innocent and clear eyes, and her youthful and beautiful face, he suddenly couldn't speak.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he rephrased, "I'll boil some water for you."

"Okay." Wen Yan obediently lowered her head and drank the brown sugar water.

Zhou Yan suddenly softened: "If it really hurts, I'll help you wash it first, or we can wait for Aunt Bai to come back and wash it?"

Wen Yan frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled, and blinked her big eyes: "The clothes probably won't dry quickly if Mom comes back to wash them."

She has two sets of school uniforms; one set Bai Wan forgot to wash yesterday, and the other set just got dirty.

It's been raining and the air is humid lately. If I don't wash it now, and Bai Wan comes back to wash it tomorrow afternoon, it probably won't dry so quickly.

Zhou Yan understood: "I'll wash it."

He took Wen Yan's cup, put his hand under the blanket to feel the temperature of the thermos, which was still very hot, so he tucked the blanket around her again and turned to leave.

I was going to close the door, but after thinking about it, I decided to leave it open.

He turned his head and said, "Leave the door open for now. Call me if you feel unwell; I can hear you."

He paused for a moment, then added, "The thermos cools down easily, so call me when it's not hot anymore."

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded and grinned, "Zhou Yan, you're so nice."

She continued, "I'm much better now, it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Zhou Yan was momentarily stunned by her laughter, then looked away and went out to do laundry.

As I passed by the sofa, I noticed the dirty sofa cover. I paused for a moment, then casually took it off and washed it, along with all the dirty clothes.

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened, and he began to scrub the water carefully, since it was convenient anyway.

During this time, he even took the time to change Wen Yan's thermos twice.

When everything was over, it was late at night.

Zhou Yan walked into the room with painkillers. Wen Yan had already dozed off, but opened her eyes when she saw him come in: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yan placed the medicine on the bedside table, next to a small thermos: "These are painkillers. If you really can't stand it, you can take one."

"Okay, I'm not in pain anymore. It's late, you should go to sleep."

Zhou Yan nodded, took a couple of steps, then added, still worried, "I'm next door. Call me if you need anything."

His face was cold and hard, his eyes dark and deep, but he seemed gentle when he looked at her.

This young man is already so good-looking even before he has fully grown up; I wonder what he will be like when he is fully grown.

Bai Wan returned the following evening.

When I opened the door, I saw that the sofa covers had been changed and freshly washed school uniforms were floating on the balcony.

She didn't think much of it, went to the toilet first, and was surprised when she saw the trash can. Then she happily went to look for her daughter.

"Darling, have you started your period? Does your tummy hurt? Mommy will make you some brown sugar water."

Wen Yan didn't have time to call her back.

When I followed a few steps behind to the kitchen, I saw Bai Wan and Zhou Yan, who was making brown sugar water, staring at each other.

Bai Wan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're such a thoughtful child."

So she voluntarily stepped aside, pulled Wen Yan to sit on the sofa, and said, "My little Yan has grown up. Please don't feel embarrassed about menstruation. It's a normal phenomenon..."

Bai Wan repeated similar words to those Zhou Yan had said the night before. Wen Yan listened quietly, her eyes filled with affection and warmth.

As they were talking, Bai Wan suddenly remembered the sofa covers and school uniforms drying on the balcony and asked, "Did you wash the clothes? It's best not to get them wet with cold water right now."

Wen Yan pursed her lips, her expression ambiguous: "Zhou Yan... he, he boiled water."

Just then, Zhou Yan happened to pass by carrying a bowl of brown sugar water and overheard the whole thing.

He paused, his dark eyes meeting Wen Yan's evasive and guilty gaze, but ultimately didn't expose her.

Moreover, she was telling the truth; he did indeed boil water.

At times, Zhou Yan was exceptionally lenient with Wen Yan.

Bai Wan took the brown sugar water and handed it to Wen Yan, while also praising Zhou Yan with delight.

All the little incidents settled down after Bai Wan returned, becoming unspoken secrets between the two, and everything maintained a delicate balance.

The two continued to go to and from school together and eat together.

The only difference is that Zhou Yan is now in charge of Wen Yan's research, and he's managing it much more strictly.

However, he sometimes worried because Wen Yan had too few friends. He had tried to get her to make friends with female classmates.

Wen Yan would usually counter with, "But you've always been alone, haven't you?"

Zhou Yan was speechless.

This is a fact.

He also tried to control his gloomy feeling, take the initiative to make friends, and establish a good image for Wen Yan.

But usually, as soon as he starts to smile, people cautiously ask if he has offended him.

Zhou Yan: ...This idea was planted in my mind.