He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 298 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 17

Despite her complaints, Wen Yan accepted the friend request.

The moment the message was sent, it popped up.

Wen Yan was drinking water when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, causing her to choke and cough uncontrollably.

A gentle breeze and light clouds: Is the young lady alright?

These days... do people still start conversations like this?

Hearing the sound, Chen Yan came over and said, "Drink slowly." He took the water glass, seemingly intending to feed her.

Wen Yan blushed and stepped back. It was too embarrassing to need someone to feed her water.

Chen Yan didn't insist, and instead put down the water glass, gently patting her back, "Feeling better?"

"Well, much better."

Chen Yan poured some warm water into her glass. "I'll go downstairs to wash the dishes first."

Wen Yan nodded, and Chen Yan glanced at her and added, "I'll be back soon." Then he looked at the water glass and said, "Sip it, your throat is small."

Wen Yan: "...Okay."

After seeing Chen Yan off, Wen Yan typed with a blank face, determined to switch back to the modern person channel: Hello.

Calm and breezy: My lady, please don't worry, I'm doing well.

Wen Yan felt a toothache and couldn't help but call her father, asking, "Does this car really have to be delivered by a young man in ancient style?"

Mr. Wen was puzzled: "That young man is quite nice, isn't he? Tall and fair-skinned." Then he became excited: "The key is that he doesn't have a girlfriend."

Wen Yan sensed something amiss: "Young man? No girlfriend?"

“Yes,” Mr. Wen said, “I met him by fishing with his uncle. I’ve met him a few times. He’s a nice guy, and what’s more, he’s the same age as you…”

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wen Yan finally understood; her father wanted to arrange a marriage between two people.

"Father," Wen Yan said with a headache, she only had one in her hand, how could she have the mind to look at anything else, "Chen Yan and I..."

“Hey! We’re already pursuing him, one more won’t make a difference. Men need competition to feel a sense of crisis.” Father Wen spoke with the air of an experienced man: “The harder something is to get, the more it will be cherished. I’m doing this for your own good.”

Wen Yan: "But..."

"No buts, it's settled then. Go and make contact. If it doesn't work out, at least bring the car back." Wen's father sealed Wen Yan's fate with a single blow.

The phone rang and the call ended.

Wen Yan silently swallowed the rest of her words, sighed, and decided to just go pick up the car.

Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen.

Wen Yan looked at the side door; Chen Yan had just gone down from there.

After thinking for a moment, she still edited a message to send to Chen Yan. After finishing editing, she stared at the clear message in the chat box, which looked like a report, and then silently pressed the delete key.

Indecisiveness is so annoying.

Just then, Gu Feng sent an invitation: "Miss, are you free later? I would like to hand over my car to you."

Despite feeling uncomfortable, Wen Yan confirmed the time with the other party and rushed out.

After locking the shop door, I thought for a moment and sent a message to Chen Yan, asking him to watch the shop for a while because I had to go out for a bit.

Chen Yan quickly replied: Okay.

Foolproof!

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and reopened the locked shop door.

Excellent! This perfectly prevents the misunderstandings and chaotic situations that might occur in romantic idol dramas!

There are ten minutes left until the agreed time.

Wen Yan got out of the taxi and was walking leisurely toward the coffee shop.

The coffee shop had a nice ambiance, and the staff were very friendly, offering smiling service throughout. They led Wen Yan to her seat, explained how to order a drink by scanning a QR code, and then left.

It was quiet.

Wen Yan sent the table number to Gu Feng Ge, scanned the QR code on the table, and prepared to choose a drink, wondering if she should get one for Chen Yan.

"Miss Wen?"

Wen Yan looked up and stared at the young man in front of her, wearing a striped business polo shirt, a metal belt, a keychain clipped to his waistband, and two walnuts in his hand. Her expression clearly froze.

How did a high school math teacher suddenly appear?

Wen Yan paused for a moment, "You are... Feng Qingyundan?"

She wasn't wearing makeup, only nude lipstick to brighten her complexion. Her indigo skirt was embroidered with unidentifiable patterns, and just sitting there, she resembled a serene and beautiful hairpin flower.

A flash of amazement crossed the young man's eyes. Realizing the question was directed at him, he nodded awkwardly, quickly stuffing the walnuts into his pocket and coughing twice: "My name is Chen Yan, and I just made up my WeChat name."

Wen Yan nodded, smiled slightly, her dimples appearing and disappearing, "Wen Yan."

Chen Yan felt as if something had struck his heart, and he unconsciously became shy.

This was the first time he had met a sweet and refreshing girl, and she was exactly his type!

After a brief exchange, Wen Yan discovered that Chen Yan in real life was quite normal, not as classical as he appeared on WeChat.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Chen a math teacher?" Wen Yan was curious whether all math teachers in the world had similar outfits.

"No, no, I... this is..." Chen Yan stammered, unable to explain, his face turning red.

"It's alright, Mr. Chen, you don't have to say if it's inconvenient for you to talk about it." Wen Yan wasn't trying to pry, she was just trying to start a conversation.

Chen Yan waved his hand, "It's convenient, today's outfit was an accident."

After finishing the conversation, she wanted to skip the topic of fashion and made an excuse to leave temporarily. As she walked, the walnuts in her pocket bulged into a large bulge.

Wen Yan glanced at him curiously, then looked away after noticing that Chen Yan seemed even more uncomfortable.

I feel like I've seen Chen Yan before; he looks a bit like someone else.

Chen Yan, surnamed Chen.

and many more!

His surname is Chen?

She knew who Chen Yan resembled: Chen Yan!

Similar face shape, nose, eyes...

Wen Yan suddenly had a very bad feeling. Chen Yan also had the surname Chen. Could it be... such a coincidence?

At that moment, Chen Yan quickly ran outside the coffee shop and called his uncle for help. He remembered that his uncle's shop was not far away, and it would only take fifteen minutes to drive there.

After briefly explaining the situation, Chen Yan begged his uncle to send him a set of clothes suitable for a date.

"Uncle, I beg you, your nephew's life is in your hands. From now on, you can tell me east and I'll never go west. I'll treat you like my grandfather, ptooey, I'll treat you like my grandson! I've really fallen for this girl! You know what love at first sight is..."

Chen Yan had been talking until his lips were practically burning, but the person on the other end remained unmoved. In a moment of inspiration, he said, "I'll give you all the hand-drawn pictures that Brother Yan left."

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wait."

Get it!

Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and waited anxiously at the store entrance, glancing at his watch from time to time. Finally, the clothes arrived.

After taking the clothes, Chen Yan said with a grin:

"Thank you, Uncle. By the way, Uncle, don't leave yet. Let me see if that girl can take me home. If not, could you take me home?"

Chen Yan lowered her eyes and glanced at his grinning face. "I want the original hand-drawn manuscript."

"Okay!" Chen Yan readily agreed.

Anyway, the hand-drawn sketch is of no use to him.

Chen Yan leaned against the tree, lit a cigarette after a long while, but didn't put it in his mouth, instead holding it between two fingers.

The crimson flames spread, reflecting a somber hue in my eyes.

Just as the flame was about to burn his fingers, it was extinguished and then carelessly tossed into the trash can.

Chen Yan glanced at the glow of dawn appearing on the horizon, then took out his phone to message Wen Yan.

Chen Yan: What would you like to eat for dinner?

Chen Yan: Ordering food.