He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 303 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 22

Wen Yan gripped the rubber-tipped hammer in her hand and carefully explained the direction and force of the hammering to the customer.

"Silver is very soft, so don't use too much force when hammering it. A gentler touch will actually make it easier to shape..."

Those burning eyes seemed to have a magical power, relentlessly pursuing Wen Yan's slightly slumped waist. Wen Yan's voice trembled as she explained, annoyed, she turned her head and glared at him, and only then did the instigator restrain himself slightly.

The customer, also holding a rubber mallet, was completely bewildered. "Boss, did I block your air?"

"No."

Wen Yan didn't quite understand what the other person meant. How could she squeeze in air?

"Then why do you keep turning back to breathe?"

Wen Yan recalled the few times she had turned around and glared at Chen Yan, and instantly her toes dug into the ground. "No, no, I was just—"

A soft laugh came from behind him. Chen Yan heard the whole conversation and smiled, "She's looking at me."

Wen Yan turned to look at him. The man took large strides and moved from the sofa to this side in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him laugh, she got angry and kicked his shin.

Shameless! That's glaring!

The guests saw the two of them glaring at each other, and even the slowest person would realize what was happening.

"—You two are flirting!"

"Cough cough cough."

Wen Yan choked on her saliva, and Chen Yan lowered his eyes and gently patted her back, unable to suppress a smile.

With my mind on going to the mall, Wenyan closed a few hours earlier.

Chen Yan stayed at her place all day. When she closed the shop, he picked up his coat, put it on, grabbed his bag from Wen Yan's sofa, and followed her out the door.

The shopping mall wasn't far from here; it was just a few streets away via a shortcut. But since the place where she was meeting Chen Yan for dinner was a bit far, Wen Yan had Chen Yan drive.

Chen Yan stared at her silently for a few moments, until she felt her scalp tingle, before finally driving the car over.

Wen Yan tugged at her skirt.

I sensed a hint of grievance in his eyes, like someone looking at a heartless man...

the mall.

As soon as Chen Yan got out of the car, he pulled Wen Yan inside and deliberately chose a jewelry store.

Wen Yan was led in before she could even see the name clearly. When she came out, she was dazed, and there was a pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

No?

He just... proposed to me?

No, it seems to be asking if you'd like to be his girlfriend!

At this moment, Wen Yan's mind felt as light as if a small cloud had been stuffed inside.

As soon as Chen Yan entered the store, she took out a veil from her pocket. The shop assistant, who had been looking around, immediately ran over with flowers, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor.

Then, somewhat confused, she accepted the flowers and was coaxed into putting on a ring...

Wen Yan stared intently at Chen Yan for a moment, "How did you know my size?"

"Want the truth?" Chen Yan asked calmly.

"OK."

Chen Yan lowered his eyelids, covering his deep eyes. "The time you came to the shop to get a tattoo, I picked up a silver ring."

Wen Yan's eyes widened as she recalled the time he pinched her waist and left a sticker, and her face flushed.

It seems she did drop a silver ring, but she had many silver rings, so she didn't pay attention and assumed it had fallen on the road.

What she didn't expect was that he had this idea so early on!

"Boss Chen!" Wen Yan tickled his palm and laughed, "You're not focused on your tattoo!"

Chen Yan grabbed her mischievous hand and changed her position, clenching her fists together. He coughed softly, "Let's go have dinner with Chen Yan."

Wen Yan pouted where Chen Yan couldn't see.

His heart is smaller than the tip of a needle.

Chen Yan arrived early and instructed the waiter to light candles and turn on small lamps.

As dusk settled, the warm yellow lights illuminated the private room, creating a soft and romantic atmosphere.

Chen Yan styled his hair with hair wax, put on his favorite red jacket and sneakers, and waited like a male peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Whether in high school or college, every girl he pursued was very interested in his youthful face, and because of his handsome, energetic face, she agreed to start a relationship that was neither too long nor too short.

Chen Yan is confident that he will do the same today.

The hazy sunset, the equally hazy candlelight—just thinking about it made him smile confidently.

In this situation, even the most cold-blooded girl would blush slightly.

The door to the private room opened, and Chen Yan excitedly stood up, ready with a toothy grin that showed all eight of his teeth.

His face drooped instantly the next second—

"Uncle! What are you doing here?" Chen Yan asked in a wide-eyed, distraught voice.

Chen Yan glanced at him and said calmly, "Come and eat."

His sharp eyes searched through Chen Yan, and he commented, "Too much hair wax."

Chen Yan jumped up in anger, but held back the moment he saw Wen Yan walk in. His smile was bright and unrestrained, as if seeking approval: "My uncle and I have a generation gap. Miss Wen will definitely like my hairstyle."

Wen Yan glanced at him and thought to herself, "To be honest, what hairstyle wouldn't look good on that face?"

but--

My little finger was pinched lightly.

Wen Yan looked at Chen Yan's calm and indifferent face, and the soft flesh in her palm was pinched again.

vinegar concentrate.

"Well, it's actually quite good..."

Wen Yan's conservative remarks were interrupted, with the comment, "Ugly."

Cold, direct, and highly aggressive.

Wen Yan felt he had gone too far, so she secretly tugged at his finger and gently shook it.

Unexpectedly, the warm hand she was holding suddenly let go, and an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his chest in a domineering and unexpected way.

The hand around her waist touched the ring on her ring finger, giving it a light or firm squeeze, and led her to the chair that Chen Yan had prepared.

Wen Yan was half-pressed into a chair, and Chen Yan naturally pulled over another chair to sit next to her.

Then he quietly looked at his beloved nephew who had nowhere to sit and said with concern, "Go find a waiter to get you a chair."

Chen Yan gritted his teeth, telling himself not to argue with an elder who was half middle-aged and half-elderly.

I called the waiter for more chairs, and sat down opposite them under the waiter's strange looks, feeling resentful.

“Order!”

Chen Yan chuckled, raised his hand to stop the menu, and handed it to Wen Yan. The ring on her ring finger sparkled at a tricky angle, attracting Chen Yan's attention.

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, Chen Yan hurriedly looked at Wen Yan's hand, where an unsightly ring was also found on her slender and graceful ring finger.

His mind paused for a few seconds to think—

No?

How about playing with him?

Chen Yan's head is spinning!

"Chen Yan! You! You! You! How disrespectful to your elders!"

Chen Yan was furious! His face flushed red!

If he had known, he would have preferred to wear his disgusting outfit all day rather than have Chen Yan, who is full of bad intentions, deliver his clothes!

"Call him Uncle." Chen Yan was very patient with the younger generation. "This is Aunt."

Chen Yan: Rolls his eyes elegantly.

Wen Yan noticed that the two seemed to be acting strangely, so she laughed it off and changed the subject.

To be honest, she was quite curious where Chen Yan got such a big nephew from.

But the two clearly didn't want to discuss this topic in depth. Chen Yan was alright and could say a few words, but Chen Yan remained silent.

During the meal, only Wen Yan actually ate.

Under the dim, ambiguous light, the cut steaks were neatly arranged, and a long arm pushed them in front of Wen Yan, then took away the whole piece in front of her.

Chen Yan was a man of few words. Apart from the few infuriating words he uttered upon entering, he did almost all the talking. He would only reply to Wen Yan when she spoke, and mostly he would serve the food.

Before Wen Yan knew it, the peeled shrimp had piled up into a small heap. "That's enough, that's enough."

She held Chen Yan's gloved hand, and her fingertips accidentally got some sauce on them. The next second, Chen Yan's warm hand covered hers, and he carefully wiped her finger with a wet tissue.

Wen Yan lowered her eyes to look at him, and suddenly felt a sense of the mundane life after marriage.

Wen Yan didn't bring a hair tie when they were eating, but Chen Yan did. Although his technique for tying her hair was clumsy, it was very gentle.

Chen Yan was fiddling with the back of her head when Wen Yan felt a pair of hands gather her hair and spin her around a few times. She belatedly realized, "Huh? Aren't you going to tie your hair in a low ponytail?"

"I learned a new hairstyle."

My heart softened suddenly.

"Hello!" Chen Yan answered the phone, but his bright eyes were fixed on Chen Yan's fingers with their hair tied up.

The two acted as if they were a married couple.