He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 216 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 23

Under the cover of darkness, sinful desires rise with the temperature.

Wen Yan's face was streaked with tears, which Fu Chen wiped away one by one. He was like a patient traveler, quietly waiting for her to open her heart.

Wen Yan's gaze was momentarily unfocused; her childhood experiences had left her both afraid of and attached to intimate relationships.

She longs for a suffocatingly intimate relationship, yet fears that the other person's feelings for her are merely a fleeting infatuation with a normal person.

This is also why she has many suitors, but she always keeps them at arm's length and rejects them.

Until she met Fu Chen, the suppressed madness in his eyes and his almost obsessive love made her heart bloom.

She knew that he, like her, was not a normal person.

Wen Yan smiled contentedly, her voice as gentle as ever: "Mr. Fu, I have never formally confessed my feelings to you."

"I think you probably don't want a confession from an ordinary person."

She seemed a little worried, and stepped back slightly from his embrace, gently cupping his face in the darkness, saying softly, "I am infatuated with you, just as you are infatuated with me."

Wen Yan spoke in a relaxed tone, and after finishing, he presented her lips to her in this position.

Fu Chen's pupils contracted sharply. The girl's thick eyelashes brushed against his skin, and the touch on her lips was unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

This time, it made his heart race so hard he almost went crazy.

Wen Yan mimicked his actions, kissing the tip of his nose and eyelids, perfectly replicating his stealing kiss. Fu Chen was so astonished that he was speechless.

It took him a long time to find his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing: "You knew all along?"

He remembered that he was very careful, his movements were so gentle that he was practically sweeping with a feather, yet she could still feel it?

Wen Yan found it amusing: "Mr. Fu, I need to remind you that people with mental disorders have very poor sleep quality."

Fu Chen: ...

! ! ! !

He seems... he really has forgotten.

But this is a good thing. He held back his gentle smile and breathed into Wen Yan's delicate neck.

He also liked how Yan Yan treated him.

Wen Yan stroked his hair absently, her thoughts drifting far away. Last time, alcohol emboldened her, but this time she didn't need the courage bestowed upon her by being drunk.

She carefully chose her words and recounted everything that had happened to her.

Although Fu Chen already knew, his heart ached when he heard that she had a high fever and had been left at home, unable to contact Wen Yu and Bai Wan with her smartwatch, and hadn't eaten for two days.

He hugged her even tighter.

Feeling sorry for someone is often an unconscious expression.

There are many things that Fu Chen knows, and some he doesn't. Those who know feel heartache, while those who don't feel even more heartache.

After a long silence, Fu Chen murmured, "Yan Yan, I wish I had known you since we were little."

"It's not too late."

Fu Chen closed his eyes, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.

“My father, Fu Jue, is a robot that follows the clock and repeats the instructions given by his elders. Like all fathers, he is steady and reliable, and a haven for everyone.”

“He met my mother through an arranged marriage, which makes sense, as he is used to accepting arrangements made by his elders.”

"My mother was used to being free and easy. Her meeting with my father was arranged by the family. She was just there to go through the motions, but she never expected to be attracted to him."

"They got married and registered their marriage just three days ago. Life after marriage was mundane, and my mother's enthusiasm was worn away by the mundane days. She missed the days of traveling abroad and missed all the men she had been with."

Fu Chen paused, "Speaking of which, her father was the only person she was ever truly responsible for. Her desire to leave grew stronger amidst her father's monotonous and repetitive life, and her father was unwilling to let her go... because of love..."

“My father’s fidelity in love frightened my mother. He couldn’t accept her having her eyes on other men and refused to let her attend any gatherings related to her. He wanted my mother to only have eyes for him.”

“My mother couldn’t take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my father refused. That’s when I was born. My mother didn’t want to keep me, but my father did, so he gave in, and my mother gradually returned to her previous life.”

"After I was born, their relationship became even more strained, and the marriage contract was just a piece of paper... When I was eight years old, my mother became pregnant, and my father acted very calmly, even very lovingly, and he spoiled me more than before."

“A few months later, my uncle suddenly told me that my father and mother had died, and that the car had sped off the cliff. I later learned that another man, my eldest uncle, had also died at the same time.”

"Later, I lived with my uncle. He never got married and even had his tubes tied. He said that I was the only heir to the Fu Group."

Fu Chen's voice was soft and slow as his large hand gently stroked Wen Yan's back, listening to her soft sobs, and he sighed helplessly.

"Why are you crying again?"

“It’s alright, it’s been a long time,” Fu Chen said calmly in a low voice, “I stopped caring a long time ago.”

“Yes, it’s all in the past. We’ll be fine from now on.” Wen Yan hugged Fu Chen’s neck and said sullenly, “I’m afraid of trouble. If we’re together, we’re supposed to get married and spend our lives together.”

Fu Chen hugged her waist, his eyes filled with an almost calm obsession: "Me too."

The atmosphere was perfect, and Fu Chen held Wen Yan in his arms as they both fell onto the bed.

When emotions ran high, Wen Yan squinted her eyes slightly, and heard the sound of packaging being torn open.

She asked with a charming yet haughty air, "When did you prepare this?"

Fu Chen brushed the hair from her face, his dark eyes filled with danger, and said in a hoarse voice, "A long time ago."

Wen Yan was not satisfied with this answer and insisted, "How long?"

"Listen to the truth?"

"truth."

"The second time I met you."

Wen Yan:! ! ! !

She pinched his waist, her beautiful eyes wide with shock: "So early!"

Then she chuckled softly, "How did you know I would agree?"

Fu Chen's eyes darkened: "Intuition."

He had no choice but to agree; he had already prepared countless ways to make her fall for him.

Wen Yan teased him deliberately: "You really think so?"

Fu Chen, unable to bear the pain any longer, gently kissed her eyelids: "More than that, I'm haunted by your dreams."

"Yan Yan, is it okay?"

Fu Chen deliberately shifted his position. He was utterly wicked; even after pushing someone into a corner, he feigned gentlemanly inquiries: "Is it alright?"

Wen Yan didn't reply to him, but blushed and tilted her head back to seal his lips with hers.

Everything that followed fell into place naturally.

After this incident, the atmosphere between the two underwent a subtle change.

Xiao Junjian saw it at a glance.

He looked at Wen Yan sitting opposite him. Her eyebrows were relaxed and her body was at ease. It was as if the barrier between them had been torn apart before, and today's communication was exceptionally smooth.

Fu Chen accompanied her as usual, and the two left together after she came out.

One night, suddenly...

After Wen Yan finished her final performance, while waiting for Fu Chen, a couple walked by. The girl seemed angry, and the boy kept bending down and trying to coax her.

But what really caught Wen Yan's eye were the matching rings on their hands.

Her gaze inexplicably followed their retreating figures for a long time, her eyes lowered in thought.

While sitting in the car, she held Fu Chen's hand and lingered on his ring finger for a long time. Fu Chen's heartstrings were touched, and he glanced at her before quickly turning away.

Why did you suddenly touch my ring finger?

"It's nothing, I just touched it because I wanted to." Wen Yan asked curiously, "Why are you asking this?"

Fu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed. "It's nothing."

I always felt like I wanted to say something but couldn't.

Wen Yan was puzzled, but she quickly put it aside. After taking a shower, she took out a set of purple pajamas from her bag. Perhaps they couldn't even be called pajamas, as there was hardly any fabric.

She took a breath, blushed, and changed.