He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 45 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 20

Wen Yan lowered her head, her voice muffled: "He just doesn't want to see me. What did I do to offend him? Why is he suddenly like this..."

The receptionist wanted to offer some advice, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know where to begin.

Wen Yan didn't care anymore. After taking a deep breath, she put on her sunglasses and said nonchalantly, "Forget it, just tell him I won't come again."

His eyes were bloodshot behind his sunglasses.

The receptionist glanced discreetly at the security camera but didn't chase after them.

When she reached the door, Wen Yan couldn't hold back anymore. She took off her sunglasses to wipe her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.

"You two are all bullying me like this, is passive-aggressive behavior so fun? You damn Xie Yin, I hate you! I hate you!"

She kept saying how much she hated it, but tears kept flowing.

"I don't want to forgive you anymore." She lowered her head and vaguely saw tears falling to the ground. Her nose stung with a bitter taste. Noticing the gazes around her, she put on her sunglasses again.

Xie Yin stared at the video as if torturing himself, watching the girl shed tears of grievance and listening to her mutter to herself that she would never forgive him again.

Like an abandoned cub, she could only hide where no one could see her, burying her head and encircling herself, letting out broken sobs.

It felt like a hole had been torn in my heart; the pain was so intense I could hardly breathe, and for the first time, I began to doubt whether I had made a mistake.

"Yan Yan, please don't refuse to forgive Xie Yin... okay?"

Wen Yan didn't give him much time to feel guilty and got into the flashy red supercar his friend had driven away.

Xie Yin watched the man get out of the car, watched him open the car door and help her in, watched him close the car door and drive away, her clenched fist never loosening.

"Secretary Li, check the itinerary of the red sports car parked at the entrance."

After hanging up the phone, he stared blankly out the window, as if his soul had left his body.

He didn't drink a drop of the tea on the table even after it had gone completely cold.

"Mr. Xie, we found out. They went to Moonlight Bar after going around in circles."

"okay, I get it."

As expected, she has no shortage of friends, does she?

Xie Yin chuckled self-deprecatingly, looked away, glanced at the time, picked up his pen, and mechanically began working, just like he had for the past thirty-odd years.

My mind is working exceptionally slowly today, and my heart is aching especially badly.

He had never felt time pass so slowly, as if every grain of sand was grinding against his flesh.

He sat there until dusk fell and the neon lights of the city center streaked across the night sky, only then realizing how late it was.

He got up, went downstairs, and then drove his car.

On his way home, Xie Yin stared blankly at the green light at the intersection until all the cars around him had passed before he realized the light had turned red.

The journey was smooth, but he always felt there was a blockage somewhere.

Oh, by the way, there's no moon tonight.

Xie Yin became increasingly annoyed. Why was there no moon tonight?

Until I saw a familiar little dark figure sitting in front of my house, nodding its head silently.

The knot in my heart suddenly loosened, and even the cracks in my heart eased.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he slowly approached her, carefully crouching down to look into her hazy, drunken eyes, trembling as he didn't know how to speak.

His outstretched hand was about to touch the girl's cheek when he suddenly stopped, hesitating as if he wanted to withdraw it.

The girl didn't give him a chance to escape. She grabbed his withdrawn hand, brought her flushed face to his palm, lost her balance, and fell into his arms, knocking him to the ground.

"Xie Yin... Waaah, please don't... don't do this to me, I don't like it..."

Wen Yan, fueled by alcohol, began to cry.

There was no moon, and it was pitch black all around.

The captive beast is about to escape.

“We were perfectly fine... Why, is it just because I haven’t come to see you these past few days? I... I can... I can explain... I went to prepare a present for you... a birthday present…”

She reached behind her and found a beautifully packaged box. With tears in her eyes, she handed it to Xie Yin, who was stunned and didn't take it.

Wen Yan cried, sobbing uncontrollably. She no longer pressed her face against his palm, but buried it in his neck, her scalding tears falling onto his red mole.

Xie Yin snapped out of his daze, hurriedly hugged her, gently patted her back, and comforted her, "Yan Yan, don't cry, don't cry. I just didn't expect you to give me a gift, my mind went blank. Please don't cry, okay?"

The dampness on his chest grew heavier, and the girl's cries grew louder as she gripped his clothes so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

Xie Yin held her with one arm and supported himself on the ground with the other, gently coaxing her with endless patience. Only when he felt the crying in his arms subside did he speak softly, "Shall we look at the gift Yan Yan gave me together?"

The girl nodded slightly, sobbing.

Xie Yin put his arm around her shoulder, and with his other hand untied the bow on the box. The wrapping paper unfurled, and in the warm light, he could see what was inside.

It's a painting.

The painting depicts their first meeting; her white feet are covered in mud, held in his hand, his eyes lowered, his burning gaze melting her heart several times.

Her skirt draped over his trousers, and she laughed smugly.

The surrounding area is a sea of ​​flowers.

Xie Yin's gaze grew increasingly somber, his deep gray eyes turning red.

"I really like Yan Yan."

His words were ambiguous, making it unclear whether he was referring to the painting or the person.

Wen Yan was feeling the effects of the alcohol and her head was spinning. She pouted and said, "You don't like it. You don't like it at all. You just think it's fun, like playing with kittens and puppies."

"You don't like it..."

Xie Yin took off his glasses, cupped her face in his hands, looked directly at her, and gently wiped away the tears that had spilled out with his fingertips.

After confirming the girl's feelings again, he tempted her by asking, "Yan Yan, what do you think I don't like?"

The girl stopped sobbing and tried to think about his question.

Xie Yin wasn't in a hurry; he slowly moved closer, waiting for her answer.

I don't like...the painting.

This is not a satisfactory answer.

Xie Yin moved even closer, his breath warming her face.

"No, let's think about it again."

Wen Yan blinked, then said firmly, "I... you don't like... me, but... I like... you so much."

The girl pouted, and her eyes instantly filled with tears, which were about to spill over along the lines that had formed earlier.

"No, Yan Yan, why did you say I don't like you?"

Wen Yan answered this question very quickly.

"They said that you never reach out to me, you don't care about me, and... you never kiss me."

"They mean the people who picked you up today, right?"

Xie Yin moved even closer, his lips touching hers, gently pursing them as if tasting jelly.

He was exceptionally tender and affectionate now, showering her with kisses like a spring breeze intoxicating her, enveloping her tightly and nearly drowning her in his affections.

"Yan Yan, I love you. I don't know when it started, maybe it was when I first saw you."

After saying that, he kissed her again, his tongue slipping inside to find her little tongue, playing with it, the kiss becoming more passionate and deeper.

Like ocean waves, they crash onto the beach one after another.

She couldn't take it anymore; he kissed her so hard she bent over, and instead of pulling at her clothes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, passively returning his kiss.

Like an addicted sunflower, he is the only source of light.

He released her for a moment, breathing heavily, then kissed her again in the blink of an eye.