He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 40 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 15

Joe's house.

Luo Qingqing waited an extra half hour, estimating that the deed was done, before casually asking Qi Yu.

"Brother Qiyu, Young Master Zhu has been in the restroom for a long time, why hasn't he come back yet? I hope nothing bad has happened to him."

Saitama also sensed something was wrong and told her to wait while he went to the restroom to look for it.

They searched everywhere, inside and out, but couldn't find him. Suspicious, they stopped a passing waiter and asked, "Have you seen Zhu Zhifeng?"

After a moment of serious recollection, the man said, "I think I saw Young Master Zhu taking a young lady into the room on the left, and he was quite drunk."

Even someone as good-tempered as Saitama couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

When lust takes over, it doesn't matter the occasion; one can become aroused anytime, anywhere.

He then suppressed his emotions and asked, "Did you see which young lady it was?" If she was just some low-class girl, he could just throw some money at her and send her away. If she was a proper heiress, then the guy was lucky.

"Judging from her figure, she seems to be Miss Wen Yan."

Saitama's breath caught in his throat, and he asked incredulously, "Who are you talking about? Wen Yan?"

"I think so, why don't you go and see for yourself? It's in the guest room on the second floor, around the corner." After saying that, he ran off faster than a rabbit.

Saitama was furious. Of all the people to choose, she had to pick Wen Yan. Her dad could castrate him with one stroke!

Zhu Zhifeng being castrated is fine, but he was someone I brought in myself…

That protective father of Wen's son, he'd make you go in standing up and come out crawling.

No, the most urgent thing is to find the person first.

Little did they know that walls have ears, especially in the bathroom corridor.

Yang Chuyi came out with her eyes shining, took out her phone and tagged all the members in the sisters' group: "Sisters, there's a shocking bombshell in the room on the second floor corner."

Wen Yan, when you splashed me in the face back then, did you ever think of this day? Don't blame me, blame your bad luck.

The moment the news broke, the group chat message count reached 99+. Women's ability to gossip is terrifying. Before Saitama even arrived, his girlfriends had already surrounded the entrance.

As Saitama was about to go find Luo Qingqing, all the girls he saw went upstairs.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

He didn't even bother with Luo Qingqing, and ran upstairs after her.

However, it was too late; the people gathered at the door had already started knocking.

The commotion attracted Grandpa Qiao, who almost choked on his breath listening to their chatter.

"I'd like to see who's so shameless at my birthday banquet, Mr. Qiao. Butler, open the door."

The butler stepped forward, and the crowd automatically parted to make way.

As soon as the door opened, a bunch of heads squeezed in, their eyes constantly peering inside.

"Ah!" someone screamed. "There's someone on the ground! He...he's not wearing any clothes!"

"Where is where?"

Zhu Zhifeng lay naked on the ground, unconscious.

Luo Qingqing craned her neck to look inside, her smile frozen on her face.

Why is it this dead pig?

What about Wen Yan?

No, she must be hiding.

"Was Zhu Shao the only one in the room? How did he take off his clothes?"

"Yes, there might be others as well."

The housekeeper searched the house thoroughly, but couldn't find a single person.

During the break, she even took off her clothes to cover Zhu Zhifeng, showing her thoughtfulness.

Unfortunately, the clothes were too small, barely covering his masculine dignity.

This time, I've embarrassed myself even at my grandma's house.

Zhu's mother arrived late, recognized her son at a glance, and sat down to wail without any regard for her image.

"Zhifeng, who has caused you to be like this? Get up and look at your mother."

He cried so earnestly, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

Someone kindly reminded her: "Madam, your son is still alive, but if you keep crying like this and don't get him some clothes, he'll become withdrawn and die when he wakes up."

Zhu's mother stopped crying and stopped pretending to be pitiful. She pulled off the bed sheet and covered the person with it.

After witnessing such a farce, Grandpa Qiao was extremely displeased, his face alternating between black and white, making him look like a demon.

He didn't recognize the two people who suddenly appeared.

"who are you?"

As soon as he said that, Saitama, who was hiding to the side, jumped in alarm. Oh no.

"To break into a private residence without an invitation and cause such a scandal is unacceptable."

"You old man, my son fainted here, and I haven't even blamed you yet, but you're blaming me!" Mother Zhu persisted.

Just as she was about to start cursing again, Zhu's father rushed up and slapped her across the face, making her see stars.

Mr. Zhu fawned over Grandpa Qiao, "Grandpa Qiao, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

Saitama makes you want to die. One, two, three, three people!

He clearly only brought Zhu Zhifeng with him!

Goodness, is Zhu Zhifeng an obsessive-compulsive? He has to have the whole family together wherever he goes.

"Butler, please show the guest out."

A group of people carried and carried the family out of the house.

The banquet was disrupted and could not continue, so the guests took their leave one after another.

Luo Qingqing had already slipped away in the chaos.

Saitama, on the other hand, was stopped and severely criticized.

Grandpa Qiao said sarcastically, "As expected of an illegitimate child, the friends he makes are also shady. Second Brother Qiao, take him away."

Saitama gritted his teeth and followed his father, enduring humiliation and swallowing his pride.

You'll all have to pay for this someday.

-

Meanwhile, Xie Yin's house was brightly lit, and a group of people were walking around.

The doctor was helpless: "Sir, in this situation, you can only try to pull through, or..."

Noticing Xie Yin's cold gaze, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

He stared at her intently for a long time before saying, "You two can leave now."

Suddenly, only the two of them remained in the large room.

Something is subtly emerging from its cocoon.

Wen Yan reached out, vaguely grasping at something, her face growing redder and redder, while her lips turned increasingly pale.

He wiped away the thin layer of sweat on her forehead little by little, then placed a trembling kiss on her forehead, filled with pity and guilt.

"Waaah, hmph~"

She cried again; tears never seem to dry up for someone made of water.

The solution to ease her pain was simple, but too many concerns made him hesitate to take action.

He thought that he shouldn't take advantage of someone's misfortune.

She was immature, but he couldn't be.

She's so young; maybe this was just a momentary lapse of judgment on her part.

In a daze, I suddenly remembered our first meeting.

"Xie Yichen, why don't you like me?" the girl confessed to Xie Yichen, "If you don't agree, I'll kidnap you and take you home."

On my usual day of returning to the old house, I heard a different kind of sound, full of vitality.

He turned around, and the girl's bright figure in her red dress was deeply imprinted in his heart.

What a vibrant life! How could it wither in his hands?

He wasn't exactly a good person, but he just couldn't bring himself to be cruel to her and wanted to treat her even better...

A person who is insecure and sensitive cannot keep roses alive.

He finally made up his mind, filled the bathtub with water, picked her up, and gently placed her into the cold water.

The biting cold gave her a moment to recover, but she was still shivering all over.

She clung tightly to him, unwilling to go down, her lower body immersed in cold water while her upper body nestled against the warmth.

Xie Yin muttered to himself, "What am I supposed to do with you?"

He touched the water droplets off her hair with his fingertips, and a layer of heartache surfaced in his deep gray eyes.

He placed a hand on her legs, trying to warm her up, but it was just a drop in the ocean.

He helped her up and hugged her even tighter.

Her slender back pressed against his chest, trapping her delicate waist.

Helplessly, she pinched the muscles on his arm, unconsciously drawing several long marks. He remained unfazed, curling his legs up to make her more comfortable.

The night was incredibly long, so long that the water in the bathtub was tinged with the warmth of our bodies mingling.