He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 270 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 20)

I regretted it as soon as I said it.

Zhou Yan pursed his thin lips, about to say that he shouldn't do this, but Wen Yan obviously didn't give him the chance and spread out the note she had written to show him.

"Hey, to prevent you from backing out, I even wrote a note." She smiled broadly, as if she was certain Zhou Yan would sign it.

However, Zhou Yan just stared at the paper without moving. His deadpan eyes swept over the contents of the paper, and his gaze sank deeper and deeper under the words "half of Zhou Yan's bed is mine".

My throat tightened, and my taut fingers took the note, but I only looked at it and didn't do anything.

Wen Yan panicked, ran away quickly, grabbed the pen and ran back, shoving it into his hand, her watery eyes staring straight at him.

"Zhou Yan, you can't lie to me. You said it's wrong to lie, and I've always listened to you. I trust you the most..."

The rest of his words were covered by a pair of hands. Zhou Yan lowered his eyelids and said in a trembling voice, "I'll sign."

Taking the signed paper, Wen Yan smiled and carefully folded it again and again before putting it into her pocket.

Zhou Yan's expression was complicated, and he was torn between his own feelings and his own conscience. He couldn't take advantage of Wen Yan's trust to deceive her.

But he didn't know where to start, and after a long silence, he still couldn't come up with a solution. His usually calm mind became useless when he encountered Wen Yan.

"Zhou Yan, I'm leaving now. I'll come back to find you later. By the way, are you going out today?"

Under his expectant gaze, Zhou Yan shook his head.

"Okay, I'll come over in a bit."

Having gotten what she wanted, Wen Yan was very satisfied. She easily climbed off the balcony, but the iron railing was loose and was dismantled once again.

Zhou Yan watched the girl leave. The sun rose, and light streamed in through the glass window. He sat down in his chair and slapped himself.

With a handprint on his face and dark, deep eyes like rolling dark clouds in a storm, he was terrifying.

Zhou Yan, you're a real bastard.

She doesn't understand, but don't you understand either?

He barely closed his eyes, as if trying to escape, but the five finger marks on his right cheek constantly reminded him of the absurd things he had done.

a long time.

Shouts came from downstairs in the courtyard. Zhou Yan opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was Wen Yan knocking on the door. He was stunned for a moment.

By the time they realized what was happening, they were already inside the yard, their hands already on the lock.

Wen Yan was getting anxious waiting outside the courtyard when Zhou Yan's voice suddenly came from inside: "I'm not feeling well..."

"Then we should open the door even more!"

Wen Yan clearly didn't understand what an excuse was. Perhaps she did, but in front of Zhou Yan, it didn't matter if she didn't understand.

She smiled, knowing him as always, no matter what he was like.

Zhou Yan remained silent.

I could have said I didn't want to see her, but I was afraid of hurting her feelings.

After hesitating for a long time, I exhaled a sigh of relief and resignedly opened the door.

The door opened a crack, and Wen Yan couldn't wait to squeeze in. Her enthusiastic gaze darkened when she saw the slap mark on the young man's face.

"Who did it?"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with an icy chill. Zhou Yan had no doubt that if anyone hurt him, they would face Wen Yan's relentless revenge.

Zhou Yan felt a string in his heart being plucked, and a strange sense of pleasure washed over him.

He stepped forward and took her clenched fist, a faint smile playing on his lips that he himself didn't even realize, and said helplessly, "Nobody was there, there were mosquitoes, and I swatted them a little too hard."

"...Really?" Wen Yan's face clearly said, "You're trying to trick me."

"Really." Zhou Yan gazed at her, his eyes, which were terrifying like those of a dead man, were earnest and tender, like the ever-changing, eerie night sky of the universe.

Wen Yan pouted, touched the red and swollen area unhappily, and said in a huff, "I'll get you some medicine."

"it is good."

"You are not allowed to hurt yourself again, not even once."

"it is good."

"You're not allowed to disappear all the time. Make me wait."

"it is good."

Zhou Yan's temper and patience were so good that even Wen Yan was surprised. He agreed to everything Wen Yan said.

Except for one.

"I don't want to eat vegetables."

"not good."

Wen Yan: I finally realized it at this point.

Zhou Yan's facial injuries were too severe for him to go out, so Wen Yan thought for a moment and decided to take her homework next door to do it, hoping he could teach her a bit.

To be honest, Wen Yan is not stupid; in fact, you could say she's exceptionally smart, but there's just one thing about her.

lazy.

Rather than being lazy, it's more accurate to say they didn't care. What was that called in later generations?

The word "Buddhist-like" popped into Zhou Yan's mind.

She only learns a little when someone is watching her, and although it's not much, she grasps things quickly and can apply what she learns to other situations, making her more than qualified for the top class.

After a few days of peace, it was time for school to start again.

A year later, Zhou Yan and Wen Yan got together again and started their school life together.

Halfway there, Wen Yan suddenly nudged Zhou Yan: "Zhou Yan, the gifts you didn't give me for your college entrance exam, I prepared for you when you went on to graduate."

Zhou Yan looked at her: "You mean those chopsticks?"

It all started when Wen Yan noticed that he often didn't eat on time. Just then, she was thinking about what to give him, and her eyes lit up when she caught sight of the chopstick holder.

That evening, Zhou Yan received his first gift for entering higher education—a bowl and chopsticks.

I still remember how I felt at the time: silence, repeated silence, even picking it up to check it, before finally locking it in the cabinet and placing it on top of the criminal evidence against Zhou Zhi's company.

It was just a coincidence that I suddenly thought of it now.

Wen Yan's eyes darted left and right. "Isn't there a bowl too? It's not just chopsticks."

His tone grew weaker and weaker as he spoke.

Zhou Yan sighed and patted her drooping shoulders: "I like it very much."

"Really?" Wen Yan looked up at him.

"Really," Zhou Yan replied earnestly.

“Then,” Wen Yan held out her hand, “where’s my college entrance gift?”

Zhou Yan recalled the pink bag and paused for a moment.

Wen Yan pursed her lips, her eyes dimmed, and she feigned sadness: "You weren't unprepared, were you?"

"I'm ready."

"Then why don't you give them to me? Are they less presentable than my bowls and chopsticks?"

Wen Yan thought to herself, "If he were to give her bowls and chopsticks too, he'd be dead meat!"

"No," Zhou Yan stammered.

"What is that?" Wen Yan wasn't very curious at first, but seeing Zhou Yan's reluctance to talk about it, she suddenly became very curious and pestered him for a long time.

Zhou Yan's expression was gloomy, and he wouldn't budge no matter how much the girl pleaded with him.

"You'll find out then."

Wen Yan was at a loss, but fortunately she was forgetful and quickly changed the subject.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of hiding the pink box and giving it to her at a suitable time.

I don't know what possessed me at that time, but I went into the store as if possessed and spent all my savings to buy the pink ring.

I only realized it was inappropriate when I took it out.

In what capacity did he give the ring?

Childhood sweetheart?

still is……

Zhou Yan's gaze darkened as he looked at Wen Yan's fluffy head. In a moment of distraction, he remembered Wen Qingshan's promise.

If Xiaoyan's feelings for you are love, we certainly won't stand in her way, but she is clearly more dependent on you, and she listens to you more than to us.

She treats you like a brother.

Oh, brother?

A cold light flashed in Zhou Yan's dead eyes. He tightened his grip on the pink backpack strap, desperately suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, and curled his lips into a sneer.

Let's wait a little longer, until she grows up and begins to experience love.

Even an older brother can become... a romantic older brother.