He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 302 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 21

As the cold air moved south, the wind started to blow at night. When Wen Yan opened the window in the morning, the cold wind gave her arms goosebumps.

She rubbed her arms, abandoned her usual indigo dress, and chose a long-sleeved ruffled dress with a hem that trailed down to her ankles, paired with nude wedge heels.

San San complained that the cat carrier was wobbling and kept meowing, refusing to go out. Wen Yan thought that since it was a spirit creature, nothing bad would happen to it, so she let it be, filled the cat food container, and went out.

A cold wind swept through, and the temperature dropped by about ten degrees.

Wen Yan rubbed her cool arms, pondering whether to ride an electric scooter or drive a car.

Before she could even choose a car, she received a big surprise from someone.

"Chen Yan?" Wen Yan looked at the man with a cold aura emanating from his coat, slightly surprised. "What are you doing here?"

His gaze was indifferent, but when he looked at her, it instantly thickened into a fog, allowing her to clearly feel his restrained yet burning gaze.

"Wait for you."

"Waiting for me?" Wen Yan pursed her lips, her expression somewhat complicated. "Waiting for me not to send messages, not to call, and not to go to the car, but to stand here in the cold wind?"

Chen Yan fell silent, feeling embarrassed at being exposed; what he had learned online was indeed useless.

Seeing his unnatural expression, Wen Yan didn't think much of it. Could it be that he deliberately stood in the cold wind early in the morning to wait for her, hoping to gain her pity?

Wait, Chen Yan can't be so manipulative.

She was more inclined to believe that he was thinking about something and needed some fresh air to calm down.

"No, I was thinking about something and waiting for you."

Wen Yan understood; see, she knew it.

Seeing Wen Yan's expression, Chen Yan pursed his lips, took her bag, and walked ahead, with Wen Yan following half a step behind.

The person in front walked very fast, and all that could be seen were their broad backs and lean waistlines moving beneath their shirts.

Wen Yan opened the car door, and a burst of golden light pierced through her. She subconsciously shielded her eyes with her hand. After seeing clearly, she looked at Chen Yan in disbelief and then at the large pile of gold objects in front of her.

My mind went blank.

What is this doing?

"What is this?" Wen Yan asked hesitantly.

"Jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, and the like, are more popular online." He coughed, his long fingers loosely forming a fist, speaking very conservatively.

One, two, three... eight, nine.

After counting, Wen Yan paused for a moment, then stared at him intently. "Nine golds, getting married is quite popular, isn't it?"

Are they skipping the ambiguity, the establishment of a relationship, the proposal, the engagement, and so on, and just a couple of kisses and they're going to...get married?

Wen Yan was completely confused. So fast?

Did you bring your household registration booklet?

Upon hearing the word "marriage," Chen Yan's face momentarily became unnatural. Although he thought so, saying it aloud always felt like the timing wasn't quite right.

At this moment, the household registration book in my pocket felt faintly warm.

Chen Yan calmly looked at Wen Yan, "Is that so?"

Wen Yan asked doubtfully, "Isn't that right?"

Chen Yan turned his head. "It's a little piece of jewelry, you can wear it for fun." He added, "If you don't like it, you can sell it and buy a new one, or we can go pick one out today?"

He actually preferred the latter, as it meant spending more time together and reducing unnecessary time spent eating with Chen Yan.

"No, these are quite nice, yes, they're very valuable."

Wen Yan casually picked one up and weighed it in her hand. It was quite heavy. All of these together could probably buy several of her shops.

Did Chen Yan rob a bank?

There weren't many customers today. As usual, after arriving at the store, I processed online orders and then served DIY customers who had made reservations.

During this time, Chen Yan was resting on the small sofa in the rest area, taking a light nap.

Wen Yan passed by and saw such a big person curled up on a narrow single sofa. His long legs had nowhere to go but to one side. He was pressed against the sofa, his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed. He was sleeping very uncomfortablely.

She took the small blanket she usually used to cover his legs and carefully covered him with it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the gleaming floor and spotless walls of the shop. Then, glancing at the dark circles under his eyes and the neatly stacked lunchboxes on the corner of the table, he felt a surge of guilt.

It's strikingly similar to how unscrupulous capitalists exploit free labor.

Wen Yan reflected on herself for two seconds.

Perhaps because he wasn't used to having someone beside him while he slept, Chen Yan's eyelids twitched, and when he opened his eyes, there was still a faint weariness in them.

After realizing where she was, her pupils dilated for a moment before focusing on the light brown blanket covering her and slowly moving to Wen Yan's face.

Looking at her from this angle, you can see that her fingers, which are holding the thin blanket, are delicate and long, her lips are full, and her nose is upturned.

Things are different now... Before, when he was less calculating, what he noticed most about her were her bright, clear eyes, her lively dimples when she smiled, and her mysterious dress.

Now there was a different kind of longing; what I noticed were her soft lips, her pointed chin, and the rise and fall of her breath...

It's quite annoying.

Chen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He gripped Wen Yan's wrist tightly, pulling her closer and nuzzling his head against her soft belly.

Customers in the craft area were clanging and banging silver, while a proud black cat clung to them, acting all cute and affectionate.

Wen Yan lowered her eyes, her earlobes red, and one of her hands was guided into his soft hair. She was at a loss for what to do and could only whisper, "Chen Yan, are you being coquettish?"

The head that was nuzzling against my chest stopped.

The man gently squeezed her slender wrist and gave a soft, muffled "hmm."

To be honest, Chen Yan wouldn't do something so shameless, but after Chen Yan appeared, he realized that being shameless wouldn't win over the girl he loved.

The clinking stopped, and the customer called out, "Boss! Come and take a look, is this how you call my rings finished?"

"Okay!" Wen Yan turned around to respond, but the man hugged her waist tightly and wouldn't let her leave. Helpless, Wen Yan lowered her head and said to him in a gentle tone, "Be reasonable, the guests are calling me."

The man hugged her tighter and tighter.

"Boss?" The customer was getting anxious. He looked up and saw that Wen Yan was still standing on the sofa in the rest area, with a cabinet in between, so he couldn't see what she was doing. Anyway, it was only a few steps away, so he simply said, "Should I come over?"

As he spoke, he even reached for the circle he had already drawn.

"No need, no need, I'm coming right now!"

Wen Yan quickly lowered her head to pull the hand that was wrapped around her waist; it would be too embarrassing for anyone to see this.

Suddenly, her stomach felt a chill followed by a heat. Before Wen Yan could react, Chen Yan lifted her clothes and kissed her. "Go ahead."