He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 267 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 17)

Summer vacation is long, almost two and a half months.

Wen Yan stayed at her maternal grandmother's house for a month. When it was time to leave, her paternal grandmother called and said she missed her. So she had to pack her bags and rush from her maternal grandmother's house to her paternal grandmother's house.

"Zhou Yan, I'm so tired." Wen Yan was carrying several large bags up the stairs, panting heavily, and still had to mumble into the phone.

Zhou Yan stopped writing, frowned, and asked, "Where are you?"

"In the hallway." Wen Yan struggled to pull the bag, a bulky mobile phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. "If only this phone were smaller."

She said it casually, but Zhou Yan took it to heart.

Wen Yan told him to hang up first and talk after he finished moving. He gave a soft "hmm," but halfway through the move, his low, husky voice came through the cell phone again: "Wen Yan?"

Wen Yan was puzzled when she looked down and pouted, "You didn't hang up?"

"forget."

God has forgotten.

Wen Yan was convinced and was about to break the switch when Zhou Yan suddenly spoke up again: "Wen Yan, I have something to do..."

He spoke very quickly because once Wen Yan came inside, he wouldn't be able to answer her calls as often.

A few days ago, my grandma told Bai Wan that Wen Yan had probably been scammed out of phone credit. She said that Wen Yan was always carrying around a cell phone and whispering to someone.

Bai Wan was terrified. Only after asking did she learn that the fraudster was Zhou Yan.

She subtly reminded them, "Your call frequency... is too high."

Wen Yan bit her lip and didn't say anything. She knew they had been on the phone for too long, and Zhou Yan knew it too.

But they kept it a secret, tacitly pretending not to know or understand.

"Uncle!" Wen Yan shouted loudly, putting down her pocket, covering her mobile phone with one hand, and smiling as she called out to the tall man coming down the stairs, "You've come to pick me up?"

"correct."

Uncle readily agreed, then picked up two bags and ran upstairs. Wen Yan took the opportunity to whisper to her older brother, "I'll call you when I come out later."

After saying that, she decisively hung up the phone and followed the tall man.

Grandma Wen is old and can't stay idle. She's also a retired cadre, so she went for a walk early in the morning. Wen Yan sat for a while before she saw her.

"Xiaoyan! Grandma misses you so much."

Grandma Wen put down her shopping bag and happily gave Wen Yan a warm hug.

Wen Yan was briefly pulled away but quickly released. Then she saw Grandma Wen move aside, and behind her was a little girl about the same age as her.

She stood at the doorway with her hair in two braids tied with red ribbons at the ends, a pearl hair clip on her head, and a navy blue cotton-linen dress.

Wen Yan stared at the pearl hair clip for several moments; it looked so familiar.

Grandma Wen took the girl's hand, and then took Wen Yan's hand as well, putting them together, and introduced her: "This is Yi Yi, the granddaughter of my old friend. She's about your age, so she can keep you company."

all?

Reduplicated words?

Having experienced so many worlds, Wen Yan gradually became cautious and hesitated: "May I ask your full name?"

"Tan Yiyi".

Sounds so familiar.

A friendly reminder from 233 echoed in my mind: "Tan Yiyi, female, current female lead of the world; Li Sihan, male, current male lead of the world..."

Wen Yan, with black lines appearing on her forehead, called for a halt.

Then the two of them held hands and stared at each other awkwardly.

Grandma Wen seemed oblivious to everything, as if she thought the two children would become best friends after just one meeting, and happily went into the kitchen:

"You two have a good time, Grandma will make you braised pork knuckle today!"

Wen Yan's plan to go out to answer the phone was ruined, so she returned to the sofa and handed Tan Yiyi an orange.

Tan Yiyi took it, peeled it open and ate half of it. Not quite used to it, she left with the words, "I'm going to help Grandma."

Then I went into the kitchen.

Soon, laughter from the two of them echoed from the kitchen.

It wasn't until after dinner that it got completely dark.

When Wen Yan returned to her room after taking a shower, she saw Tan Yiyi sitting on the bed reading a book. Upon seeing this, she made room for her.

Wen Yan was a little confused: "Are you staying here tonight?"

Tan Yi nodded: "Yes."

Did Grandma say that Tan Yiyi is staying with her tonight?

I don't remember it, and it wasn't a big deal.

Feeling uncomfortable with her wet hair hanging over her shoulders, Wen Yan wanted to find a dry handkerchief.

As soon as she opened the closet, a figure sprang up from the bed, rushed over, and grabbed her hand.

"Don't open it! How can you just open someone else's cabinet like that!" Tan Yiyi seemed startled, her tone reproachful.

Wen Yan was puzzled. "This is my parents' closet. There are dry towels inside. I'll take one to dry my hair."

"The handkerchief isn't there. Wait a moment, I'll find it for you."

Tan Yi ran to open the bedside table, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Wen Yan, stammering, "What else do you need? I'll get it for you. Anyway, anyway, you can't open that cabinet."

Her action of looking for a handkerchief caught Wen Yan's attention. And what did she mean by "I'll get it for you"? It was as if this was her room.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Wen Yan narrowed her eyes slightly: "How did you know the handkerchief was there?"

“I’ve lived here for a year, of course I know.”

"A year?" Wen Yan was shocked and subconsciously asked, "What about my parents' things?"

"Some of them have been put away; they're in the storage room."

Wen Yan was really angry now. She turned around and went to find her grandmother: "Grandma, Tan Yiyi has been living in my parents' room for a year without even informing us?"

Grandma Wen's eyes darted around a few times, "Well, I was just thinking the room was empty anyway..."

"Is this a question of whether the room is empty or not? Is this the only empty room in the house?" Wen Yan said angrily. "And why are my parents' things piled up in the storage room?"

It wasn't really a matter of whether it was empty or not; the main issue was that this room had the best natural light and was the largest, but Grandma Wen felt guilty and didn't dare to say it.

Tan Yiyi chased after Wen Yan, glanced at her, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have stopped you from opening the cabinet. This isn't my house after all..."

As if remembering something, tears began to well up in her eyes.

Grandma Wen frowned, patted Tan Yiyi's back comfortingly, and said softly, "Yiyi, don't cry, it's not your fault."

After saying that, he turned to Wen Yan:

"Xiaoyan, let alone Yiyi, I picked her up. Yiyi is a girl, so she definitely needs space. I was thinking of making some room for her."

Wen Yan laughed: "Which word did I use to refer to her?"

"Alright, alright, you didn't say anything, you didn't say anything, okay?" Grandma Wen's gaze towards Wen Yan gradually turned reproachful.

It's as if they're saying, "Why is my granddaughter so petty and intolerant?"

Wen Yan was almost amused by her gaze, and said coldly, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"Xiaoyan, you don't understand. You've lived a happy life since you were little, with loving parents and a wonderful family. But what about Yiyi? She only has me left. If you want to blame someone, blame me." Grandma Wen suddenly played the emotional card, and she looked much older in an instant.

"Grandma, please don't say that. It's my fault. I shouldn't have made Xiaoyan angry. It's my problem. I... I apologize. I'm so sorry."

Tears fell before the apology, and Wen Yan became the villain, while the people hugging on the other side were the real grandmother and granddaughter.

Wen Yan finally understood; it turned out that she was the outsider.

"Grandma, you didn't need to call me here. Did I come here just to watch you two put on a show of affection? Let's get this straight, my surname is Wen, hers is Tan, and I'm your real granddaughter!"

Grandma Wen looked at Wen Yan with a look that said, "I misjudged you. I thought you were different from your parents."

Wen Yan was speechless: ...What kind of domineering CEO quotes are these?

"If Qingshan and Baiwan don't agree, fine. I thought you would. It would be great if Yiyi and I could stay with you. You're all around the same age, and Yiyi is so kind..."

"Wait a minute," Wen Yan was confused again, "What do you mean by Yi Yi coming to stay with us?"

"Didn't your dad tell you?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Yan was confused.

“I want to send Yi Yi to Qingshan so you can go to school with her. She’s a good student and got into No. 3 Middle School.” Grandma Wen puffed out her chest proudly, then her face fell: “But Qingshan doesn’t agree.”

Wen Yan said with a blank face: "So, you called me here, made me become friends with Tan Yiyi, and then let me persuade my dad."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what Grandma meant." Grandma Wen clapped her hands. "Xiao Yan, you really understand Grandma."

Why should my mother take care of a complete stranger?

Grandma Wen disagreed: "Yi Yi is so pitiful. Besides, if anyone needs your mother to take care of them, I'll go too."

Wen Yan scoffed, "So, my mom's taking care of two people, one old and one young, with a whole family to support, and she's hiring a free nanny?"