He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 272 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 22)

"Zhou Yan! You're the first person to embarrass me. Very well, I'll remember you!"

Li Sihan declared fiercely, then looked at Wen Yan: "You must tutor me, and I'll give you three times, no, ten times the money!"

Zhou Yan coldly replied, "She won't make it up."

"She'll fix it!"

It seems that Li Sihan has clashed with Zhou Yan.

Swords and crossbows were drawn, and they drew ever closer.

“Wait a minute,” Wen quietly raised her hand, “why don’t you want to ask for my opinion?”

Zhou Yan patted her head and looked down at her: "What do you want to do, Yan Yan?"

Research?

Wen Yan was surprised.

Doesn't he always call her by her full name?

And that familiar head pat, it's so uncharacteristic of Zhou Yan, could it be... that he's provoked by this guy?

Wen Yan looked at Li Sihan's flushed face with suspicion.

Zhou Yan's gaze deepened as he looked up, his deep eyes sweeping across Li Sihan's face.

A scourge.

Wen Yan tugged at Zhou Yan: "I have a way to have the best of both worlds."

"Tell me."

Wen Yan said to Li Sihan, "Hey, Red Hair, I'd like to recommend someone to you, Tan Yiyi. She's a top student and was specially admitted..."

"Are you kidding me?" Li Sihan's temper flared, his voice rising eight octaves, then he realized something and glared.

Who are you calling "Red Hair"?

Why call someone with such a handsome face "Red Hair"?

Morality, sisters?

"Uh, sorry, I just kept calling you that," Wen Yan said awkwardly.

Li Sihan held his breath, determined to dye this thing black the very next day.

"I really think Tan Yiyi is perfect for tutoring you. She's patient, intelligent, and petite..."

Wen Yan tried her best to promote it.

The female lead should hurry up and get together with the male lead, so he won't have anything better to do than stalk her every day.

Wen Yan looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying to him.

Li Sihan's expression was strange. Did she have some serious illness? Was she giving money to the people who were scheming against her?

"If I need tutoring, I only want the top students." Li Sihan tilted his head slightly. Not just anyone is qualified to be his teacher. Only Zhou Yan, who is first in the grade, is barely qualified.

He glanced sideways at someone who exuded a chilling aura.

Not bad, imposing and powerful, can teach people and also fight, it's quite impressive to take him out.

This guy definitely needs to be his underling.

Li Sihan became more and more satisfied with what he looked at, and the way he looked at everything made Wen Yan's scalp tingle.

She followed Li Sihan's gaze and saw Zhou Yan's devastatingly handsome face, which was now serious and indifferent.

Could it be that he... has taken a liking to Zhou Yan?

No, no, no, Zhou Yan is hers.

Wen Yan's gaze gradually sharpened as she looked at Li Sihan with the eyes one would use to look at an opponent.

On the other hand, Zhou Yan was already seething with anger as he watched Wen Yan staring at Li Sihan's face, and Li Sihan was still provoking him.

Are you going to teach me or not?

"I……"

"I'll teach you."

Wen Yan was shocked.

Li Sihan raised an eyebrow.

Only Zhou Yan remained calm and composed, moving closer to him and glancing at him, saying, "Let's see if you can hold on any longer."

After that, leave.

Li Sihan flinched.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was being taught; it looked like he was being killed.

"Ouch... hiss..." He had just opened his mouth to call out to Zhou Yan when he felt a sharp pain in his toe. He was filled with impotent rage: "Why did you step on me?"

Wen Yan glared at him.

"Wen Yan," Zhou Yan called out to her.

Wen Yan glared at Zhou Yan again, her lips pursed, clearly unhappy.

Zhou Yan felt as if he had been pricked by needles, and he lowered his eyelids, calling her name softly: "Wen Yan".

Wen Yan pouted, looking aggrieved. "Whether it's something to do or not, Wen Yan. Zhou Yan, you did this on purpose."

Zhou Yan couldn't bear to see him so upset and instinctively wanted to comfort him. Just as he raised his hand, he heard Wen Yan say, "Why did you tutor him?"

Because I don't want you to be with him.

"Because he can still be saved."

Wen Yan looked up: "Do you show kindness to everyone?"

"No, I just..."

Hey.

Zhou Yan swallowed his jealousy, feeling awkward yet finding the awkwardness utterly ridiculous.

I promised to wait until she graduated from high school, but I couldn't help but interfere.

"I don't want you to tutor him," Wen Yan said listlessly, standing about an arm's length away from him.

"why?"

"You can only supplement this for me." Wen Yan's eyes were stubborn.

Thump thump.

My heart is beating very fast.

A casual remark had a devastating impact on Zhou Yan.

His heart was pounding in his throat, his body was tense, and he felt an indescribable joy.

He liked her unintentional possessiveness.

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly as he raised his hand to gently touch her soft hair, but the girl kept her head down and reached out but found nothing.

Zhou Yan didn't mind and remained in a good mood.

Once home, Wen Yan locked herself in her room, buried herself in her studies, and didn't even eat dinner.

How did Zhou Yan find out?

Since Wen Qingshan and Bai Wan were not home, Zhou Yan prepared dinner for them tonight.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, corn and bone soup, stir-fried greens—all are delicious and visually appealing.

Apart from the green vegetables, everything else is Wen Yan's favorite.

Especially the corn and bone soup, which is fresh, smooth and delicious, with a subtle sweetness of corn. She can happily drink two bowls of it.

But today, the food on the table doesn't taste good.

Zhou Yan knocked on the door three times a day, his voice gentle and deep, his tone unhurried and calm, but the repeated knocking after a few pauses was really annoying.

"You'll get hungry if you don't eat dinner. Wen Yan, listen to me and open the door."

Wen Yan poked the doll in her room without making a sound. 233 lay on her lap, tilting its head, looking at her nonchalant face, completely baffled.

"Sir, are you angry?"

"No."

"Then why don't you open the door?" 233 asked, puzzled. "Or are you two having a fight?"

"neither."

"Then... don't go against the grain of rice, okay?" 233 blinked its big, round eyes.

Zhou Yan's cooking is really delicious.

It's greedy.

Wen Yan's lips twitched slightly as she flicked its forehead.

The black cat lay on its back on the bed, squirmed, and then got up to beg Wen Yan.

Oh well, it'll just be a quick meal, it won't take much of a break.

I can just be a little indifferent.

"Wen Yan? Are you listening?"

Zhou Yan persisted relentlessly, determined to knock a hole in the door.

"Click." The door opened.

Wen Yan opened the door and went to the dining table to eat, keeping her head down.

Zhou Yan glanced around the room; the bed sheet was wrinkled in the middle, and a book was laid out on the pillow.

After closing the door, I followed them downstairs.

Wen Yan ate her meal in silence, drinking two bowls of soup, but didn't touch the vegetables Zhou Yan put on her plate.

Zhou Yan frowned, preparing to say something to persuade her, but Wen Yan instead picked up some green vegetables and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them.

Zhou Yan was surprised. If he still couldn't tell that Wen Yan was angry, he would truly be stupid.

He organized his thoughts: "Wen Yan, you can tell me what's on your mind. Don't keep it bottled up inside, okay?"

I don't want to talk to you about it.

Zhou Yan understood.

She felt uneasy, and this unease was related to him.

He carefully recalled whether he had done anything excessive recently, reflected for a few seconds, and found no.

wrong.

Have.

He tutored Li Sihan.

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened slightly. What a menace.

He gazed intently at the girl's swirling hair, "Wen Yan, I didn't consider your feelings about Li Sihan's matter. I'm sorry. If you really care..."

"I don't care about Red Hair or you at all." She emphasized this, her big eyes clearly showing that she cared but was being stubborn.

Zhou Yan laughed.

"Yes, I do care. I only want to tutor Yan Yan."

Wen Yan swallowed the soup in her mouth and stopped talking, but after looking at the vegetables in the bowl, she silently picked up a small piece with her chopsticks and chewed it.