He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 280 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 30)

Zhou Yan was undoubtedly patient, especially when it came to Wen Yan's affairs; his attention to her was even more intense and meticulous than elsewhere.

The autumn night was quiet and peaceful. Zhou Yan looked down at the little girl who was writing her homework diligently, watching her follow the steps he had taught her.

When you encounter something you don't know, look at him with eyes full of reliance and trust.

This inexplicably stirred up a strange emotion in Zhou Yan. This emotion came suddenly and violently, like water, filling his entire chest cavity, and he needed to take several deep breaths to relieve it slightly.

Zhou Yan wouldn't stay long; he had only squeezed in time to come back anyway. He would stay overnight and then take a bus to school early the next morning.

The round trip takes up a lot of time just on the road. Wen Yan often says that she will come back during the long holiday. Zhou Yan listens, but doesn't nod. He can be seen every week.

The frequency was so high that it gave me the illusion that he was still at home with me during my high school years.

Wen Yan remained carefree as before. With Zhou Yan's occasional tutoring, she consistently ranked first in her class, and getting into A University was definitely within her grasp.

The college entrance examination arrived as scheduled. This time, Bai Wan and Wen Qingshan were much more composed, and the pick-up and drop-off for the examinees and the provision of nutritious meals were carried out in an orderly manner.

To everyone's surprise, the most nervous person was Zhou Yan.

The night before the exam, he didn't sleep a wink, and the next day he had dark circles under his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yan chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Why are you even more nervous than me?"

He pursed his lips and remained silent, only checking the exam bag to make sure nothing was missing before handing it over, his demeanor serious yet amusing.

Wen Yan persisted, rubbing her forehead against his arm and making muffled noises until a large hand landed on her head, and the man's voice came close to her ear, "What do you want to hear me say?"

Zhou Yan paused, then, thinking of the novels he had received from her before, his expression became meaningful: "Or, do you want me to do something?"

Wen Yan immediately stopped cooing.

Zhou Yan slightly curled the corners of his mouth, bent down to pull the person into his arms, then quickly let go, whispering something in their ear.

They were so close, their lips were practically touching the tips of her ears. It was as if they were doing it on purpose. Wen Yan could even feel their breath swirling around her ear, and her ears started to feel hot.

She quickly turned to look at Bai Wan and Wen Qingshan, and after confirming that neither of them was looking this way, she grabbed her exam bag, covered her burning ears, and ran into the exam room, her back view showing a slightly flustered expression.

The three-day exam flew by, and when Wen Yan came out, she was already a soon-to-be graduate!

Wen Qingshan was delighted and brought out his treasured wine, which he had kept for many years. He was in high spirits and wanted to have a few cups, but one cup was too bland. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yan moving tables and chairs to the side.

Huh, when did this kid learn to translate him so well?

Then, her eyes darted around, and an idea popped into her head. She casually asked Zhou Yan, "Does Xiao Yan drink alcohol?"

Can Zhou Yan say he can't?

"How many drinks can you have?"

Wen Qingshan's eyes lit up. He cleared his throat, as if victory was assured: "A man can't not drink. Have a few drinks with your uncle later and work on your drinking capacity!"

“Okay.” Zhou Yan nodded.

The dishes were quickly served, and there was no one else around, just the four of them. Bai Wan muttered a few words: "Your mother is never home again?"

She hadn't seen Zhou Min in a long time.

"She wasn't around when you took the college entrance exam. She said she went on a trip to Europe, and it's been a year since then, and she still hasn't come back?"

Wen Yan was eating heartily with her head buried in her bowl when she heard this. She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and pricked up her ears to listen.

Unexpectedly, another small piece of pork rib appeared in the bowl, followed by a piece of green vegetable. Her gaze shifted to Zhou Yan's hand holding the chopsticks, then moved upwards, landing in his eyes.

He must have heard Bai Wan's words, but he only stared at Wen Yan, his chopsticks seemingly frozen in place, as if... he was lost in thought?

Wen Yan was paying close attention to him, so she naturally noticed.

Using the table as cover, she nudged him with her leg.

Zhou Yan snapped out of his daze, grabbed her knee with his large hand, and several pairs of eyes were staring at him. He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, his eyes filled with a complex emotion that Wen Yan couldn't understand.

She suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately frowned, asking about Zhou Min's situation.

Soon, 233 and Zhou Yan's voices overlapped, word for word: "She's dead."

Dead?!

For a few seconds, Wen Yan's mind went blank. She stared intently at Zhou Yan, but he avoided her gaze.

"Dead...dead! When did this happen? You child, why didn't you tell us about something so serious?" Bai Wan was shocked; they were neighbors after all.

"It's been almost a year. At the time... I didn't know how to bring it up."

The words were addressed to Bai Wan, but the action was directed at her.

It seems someone said they would explain it to her, but so much time has passed that she's forgotten.

Wen Yan glanced at the hand that had just clung to her and gripped her tightly, and listened to Zhou Yan's explanation to Bai Wan.

That is completely contrary to 233.

Then, recalling what Zhou Xian had said earlier, she became a little distracted. Her hand was completely enveloped, unable to shake off, and the more it was wrapped around her, the tighter it became. Her fingers were forcefully squeezed in, and she was pulled to interlock her fingers.

At the table, there was a chorus of words of concern and reassurance; beneath the table, a cloud of irrationality surged.

Zhou Yan acted as usual, helping to clear the dishes and chopsticks, saying goodbye before returning to the next room.

He only glanced at Wen Yan before leaving, his eyes filled with a deep, captivating gaze that could draw you in.

There's a kind of crazy, carefree attitude of giving up after breaking free from constraints.

As expected, Wen Yan went upstairs, opened the door, and as soon as the door closed, a warm male body pressed against her back.

Wen Yan paused slightly as the man's fingers, wrapped around hers, locked the door from the inside, once or twice.

The room was dark, and Wen Yan felt a little uncomfortable being suddenly plunged into darkness. She groped for the wall to turn on the light, but as soon as she reached out, she was pressed against the wall.

Her inability to see made her voice sound helpless: "Zhou Yan?"

Zhou Yan leaned closer: "I'm here."

His nose brushed against her cheek, very lightly, then gently touched her lips, before switching to his soft lips and lightly pecking at her again and again.

So astringent.

Wen Yan's legs went weak, unable to resist his gentle advances, but she steeled herself and avoided him.

She felt it necessary to explain things clearly before...

Wen Yan's mind went blank for a few seconds. He didn't know if it was the movement of tilting his head that stimulated him, but his lips were precisely bitten, and then his pearly teeth were pried open, filled, and entangled.

In the chaos, Wen Yan seemed to hear his anxious explanation: "Yan Yan... you have to believe me..."

The ups and downs are extremely unreal.

Wen Yan was thinking, "How can I believe you if you don't say anything?"

Oh right, now it's the interpretation bureau, they've all been led astray by him.

Wen Yan came to her senses and realized that she was straddling his strong waist without knowing how, with her two fair and tender legs hanging down and her thighs being pinched by a hand.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, she took advantage of her elevated position and quickly cupped Zhou Yan's face in her hands. Her eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, finally saw his expression clearly.

He's crazy, like he's about to jump off a building with her at any moment.

A chill ran down my neck, giving me an eerie feeling that we were about to commit suicide together.

But we still have to listen to the explanations.

"What did Zhou Xian mean by what he said before? How did Zhou Min die? And all your little secrets, whether you can tell me or not, I want to know."

Wen Yan's tone was somewhat domineering, but it was precisely this domineering attitude that inexplicably reassured Zhou Yan.

There's nothing I can't tell you; if she wants to hear it, I'll tell her everything.

So Zhou Yan spoke, his first words being: "I was reborn."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment. This…this is what you're telling me? Aren't you afraid I'll send you to a research institute or a mental hospital?

He then recounted some events from his past life, including Zhou Xian's identity and his relationship with Zhou Zhi and Zhou Min. It was a complex story, but it could be explained in just a few words.

Wen Yan didn't ask any further questions. Since he didn't want her to know, she would just pretend she didn't know.

She already knew about his cold-hearted life from the thin plot she got from 233, including his incestuous relationship with his half-siblings, his sister running away pregnant and giving birth to him.

After being left to its own devices for over ten years, it was resold to his cheap father to serve as a kidney reserve for his younger brother, Zhou Xian.

When he was half-dead, he was forced to press his fingerprint on the document and take over the mess of the group. According to Zhou Zhi, this good thing was not originally going to happen to him. It was only because his older brother had passed away and there was no one else to help him that he was put to work.

Everything the Zhou family owns is left to Zhou Xian.

Wearing a tracking necklace, surrounded by layers of bodyguards, escape was impossible, and suicide was out of the question. What's even more disgusting is that Zhou Xian took a liking to him—no, she took a liking to his face, which bore a striking resemblance to her older brother's…

And all of this, he summed up in just four sentences:

“Zhou Zhi is my biological father, and Zhou Xian is my half-brother. The person he likes has a similar face to me... They treat me very badly.”

They treated me very badly.

It's not just bad, it's downright vicious.

Wen Yan was furious, wishing she could run into the river, fish out the baby crocodiles, and tear them to pieces.

After the anger subsided, a deep sense of heartache followed.

She hugged his neck, leaned forward, and pressed herself closer to him as she listened to him talk about Zhou Min's death.