He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 293 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 12

Unable to handle her father's volatile temper alone, Wen Yan used the excuse of going to the restroom to call her mother for help.

The phone was answered after two beeps. Wen's mother, who had been woken from her afternoon nap, spoke in a less than pleasant tone, but was much gentler than Wen's father.

"Can't you handle your father?"

No one knows a daughter better than her mother, and Wen's mother guessed the gist of it before her daughter even had a chance to say it.

"Mom, Dad is furious." Wen Yan pursed her lips, looked down at her toes, feeling guilty but unwilling to listen to her father and remove the tattoo.

This is her lifeline, allowing her to choose her own future.

Junior high school, high school, and university.

Rather than following the established path to higher education, the original owner chose schools that Wen's father approved of, according to his wishes.

Even the most obedient bird, overprotected by its parents, will eventually break free of its protective cage.

Fortunately, she has a strong-willed mother who can see things from her perspective.

"Okay, I'll talk to your dad. You eat your food first. Bye."

Her delicate eyelashes trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. Wen Yan held her phone and waited for a while before her mother called.

"I've already talked to your dad. Let's eat first, and I'll be right there."

"Okay." After a long silence, with the other party still not hanging up, Wen Yan whispered, "Thank you, Mom."

Wen's mother paused in packing the clothes, and felt a pang of sadness as she listened to her daughter's soft thanks on the other end of the phone.

Unlike those who compared their sons' lives to their own, Wen's mother was happiest when she raised a well-behaved daughter.

Boys are so naughty, unlike her daughter, who is so gentle and obedient since she was little, requiring no worry at all.

Wen's mother was overjoyed.

However, when Wen's father came to pick her up in the afternoon, he learned the devastating news that his daughter had a tattoo. Wen's mother's luggage hit Wen's father's foot with a loud thud, causing him to stagger in pain.

You're saying our precious daughter got a tattoo?!

Wen's mother experienced an incredulous dizziness.

My mind is filled with images of my daughter with tattooed arms, a bare belly button, and dark makeup.

It broke our hearts.

"Quick, quick, take me to find my daughter!" Mother Wen pinched the soft flesh on Father Wen's arm, ignoring his grimacing expression and her urgent face.

"Mom, I'm here."

Wen Yan patted her mother's shoulder, turned her head to look at her face, and spoke in a gentle and sweet tone.

When Wen's mother turned her head, she saw her daughter's beautiful face, with fair and tender skin, and her arms and ankles exposed by her light blue dress were flawless.

Huh?

It's not what I imagined!

"You scared your mother to death!" Wen's mother patted her chest, still feeling lingering fear, truly worried about her daughter's belated rebellious phase coming back to haunt her.

The three of them went to a restaurant for dinner. At the table, Wen's mother fully demonstrated her role as the matriarch, leaving Wen's father speechless with anger.

"Even after the Qing Dynasty fell, they still imitated those feudal practices. If you hadn't been constantly nagging them, would Xiaoyan have been forced to get a tattoo? She's living too comfortably and keeps thinking about courting death..."

One has to admire the fighting spirit of Wen's mother.

Wen Yan tried her best to minimize her own involvement and reduce the possibility of being affected.

The Wen family's educational philosophy was that one person would discipline the other without interruption. As far as she could remember, this was the first time her parents had argued about her in front of her.

The mother of Wen was victorious in this war.

No matter how unwilling Mr. Wen was, he was silenced by the words, "Don't you want your daughter to be just my daughter from now on?"

I'm caught in this dilemma, and I'm just brooding over it all by myself.

Wen's mother was too lazy to care about him, so she would sneak into Wen Yan's room at night.

"Xiaoyan, where is your tattoo?" Wen's mother suddenly remembered that after arguing for so long, she didn't seem to have seen the tattoo.

Wen Yan pursed her lips and said nothing. She turned around and lifted the back of her clothes to face her mother, who was lying on the bed.

The small black wind chime is placed side by side with the waist, and the waist is turned to the side, making the wind chime slightly longer.

"It looks quite nice." Mother Wen stroked the darkened skin.

Even when her daughter gets a tattoo, she chooses designs that are beautiful and tasteful.

Seeing that her mother wasn't angry, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, put down her pajamas, and lay down in her mother's arms, just like when she was a child.

My mother's embrace was as warm as ever.

As someone gently stroked her hair, Wen Yan slowly closed her eyes, overcome with sleepiness.

—

Wen's father sulked all day, but when no one paid attention to him, his anger gradually subsided.

Since we've come all this way, we should at least spend a few days enjoying ourselves and not treat ourselves badly.

Wen Yan put down her work, intending to spend some time with the two of them, but her mother refused, saying with great interest:

"You go about your business, your father and I will shop by ourselves."

Mr. Wen took out his glasses and started drawing a map with a pen. Hearing this, he chimed in, "We feel uncomfortable with you coming along."

Wen Yan:……

Have you been living here for free for the past twenty years?

She leaned closer to look at the route map in Wen's father's hand and asked in surprise, "You're going to drive yourself?"

"Yes." Mother Wen nodded.

"Then I'll go rent one for you—"

Wen Yan was interrupted when her father said directly, "No need, I've already bought it."

Wen Yan was stunned. Her first thought was, "Dad, where did you get the money?"

A man who had to save up his savings for months just to come see her bought a car so casually?

Wen's father coughed awkwardly: "Um, your mother approved it."

really.

"Then I'll find you a reliable person to drive you back to your hometown. It's a long way—"

"I'm not taking it back, you can have it." Mother Wen didn't seem to care much.

Wen Yan, interrupted again: ??

So, does that mean the original plan to capture her and take her back to take the civil service exam didn't work out, and instead they gave her a car?

"I have a car."

"That pink electric scooter you just bought to fool us?" Mr. Wen scoffed.

Wen Yan dumb mouth.

Yes.

It was raining heavily at the time, so the bike was left with Chen Yan, and he rode over from behind.

Wen's father happened to see this and mistakenly thought it was a newly bought electric scooter being delivered to his door, so he praised Chen Yan to the skies.

Chen Yan pondered.

What role was assigned to him today?

At that moment, Wen Yan huddled behind her father, pitifully making a pleading gesture to Chen Yan, who was looking down at her.

If Chen Yan doesn't agree, how can she explain leaving her car with a strange man in the middle of the night?

Without the cover of night, her elementary school-level lying skills would definitely be exposed.

Since I can't lie myself, I'll find someone else to lie.

Wen Yan moved her lips, silently making two pleading gestures, her eyes glistening with tears.

Chen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his eyes darkening, and he gave a soft "hmm" in acknowledgment of Wen's father's words, "No need to be polite."

His eyes, however, were fixed on Wen Yan's bright, deer-like eyes.

Wen Yan felt that there was no one else as cold-faced but kind-hearted as Chen Yan.

He doesn't find her troublesome or delicate; he is tolerant, generous, and calm in the face of danger—truly a gentleman and a great person!

It's really not right to treat him to one meal; you should treat him to at least two!

After making up her mind, Wen Yan didn't wait for the two of them to go out together and rode her electric scooter to Yin Fengling first.

I waited a while before pressing the elevator button.

The elevator doors closed, and she took out her phone again and pressed a button. The network in the elevator was slow, and the message took a while to send.

Wen Yan: Mr. Chen, what should we eat tonight?

Wen Yan: (A cute kitten jpg)

Today was a weekday, and there were hardly any people around. Wen Yan was absent-minded all morning, glancing at her phone, which was quietly placed beside her, several times.

At first, I could comfort myself by thinking he was sleeping and that I was just sending him a message to remind him.

Wen Yan: Mr. Chen, please remember to reply to me when you wake up!

Wen Yan: (Kitten standing at attention jpg)

Several more hours, or even longer, passed.

There was still no reply by 5:30 p.m.

Wen Yan looked completely dejected.

She pursed her lips, conflicted, as she stared at the voice call on the screen.

Should we fight or not?

What if I disturb him?

But it's almost six o'clock, and if I don't go back soon I'll miss our appointment.

My fingertip hovered over the screen for ages—

Never mind, it's just downstairs anyway, I'll just go knock on the door.