He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 57 The Boss's Alluring Wife 32 (The End)

When Wen Yan woke up, it was already evening. After stretching, she found herself in bed and knew that Xie Yin had come back.

These past few days have been pretty much the same: Xie Yin comes back and carries her to bed when she's asleep, sometimes at noon, sometimes in the afternoon.

He even joked, "I said before that Yan Yan was a rose, but I was wrong. You are clearly a sunflower."

Wen Yan glared at him defiantly, but he leaned in and kissed her soothingly, again and again, just like the man himself, he was extremely patient, and Wen Yan was completely subdued by his kisses.

Finally, annoyed by his dawdling, she simply cupped his face and kissed him deeply, resulting in him being breathless from the kiss. However, Xie Yin was very restrained and would always finish kissing her fiercely before awkwardly going to the bathroom to take a shower.

He really is an old-fashioned person; deep down, he still believes in the same old ideas.

Wen Yan glanced at the time; it was a little past five. Xie Yin would be back soon.

She rummaged through Xie Yin's wine cellar, took out a bottle of red wine and drank it straight away. Alcohol emboldens the timid, and today she was going to teach the old man a lesson.

Before long, Wen Yan got drunk. It was hard to tell if she was really drunk or just pretending, but she felt dizzy and her legs felt weak like noodles.

Click! Wen Yan turned her head and met Xie Yin's gaze. She had timed it perfectly.

Xie Yin closed the door, stepped forward to catch Wen Yan's swaying body, picked up the slipped shoulder strap with his fingertips, glanced at the empty wine bottle out of the corner of his eye, and gently patted her buttocks, which felt bouncy and nice.

"Little drunkard."

His words were tainted by the smell of alcohol.

"Sweetie, I'll go make you some hangover soup, okay?"

Xie Yin tried his best to ignore the girl's fair skin with a hint of pink, and held down the thin strap on her shoulder to prevent her from being exposed.

"Xie Yin, Brother Yin..." Wen Yan, with her eyes still blurry from drinking, leaned close to his ear and called out to him in a sweet and alluring voice.

"I'm here, Yan Yan, be good. Let me carry you upstairs, okay?"

The girl was so close that he felt a rush of heat to his head, and his eyes turned red.

Wen Yan winked mischievously, then slumped into his arms, her soft, boneless hands wrapped around his neck, allowing him to hold her.

The man's arms tightly gripped those long, white legs as he climbed the steps, his taut muscles exuding power.

Wen Yan's mischievous hand quietly touched his hand, stroking back and forth on his taut muscles. When the man looked at her through gritted teeth, she blinked innocently, which was extremely wicked.

Xie Yin was panting heavily, completely aroused by her, and couldn't even lift his slipped bra strap.

Wen Yan tilted her head back to kiss him, but couldn't find the right spot to kiss his neck. Her shoulder strap slipped down even further, so low that he could see a patch of spring light whenever he looked down.

"Yanyan..." His voice was hoarse and deep. After placing her on the bed, he looked at her with a stubborn and affectionate gaze. A man's intuition told him that tonight was different from before.

Sure enough, he saw the small bags by the bedside, all sorts of different kinds, and without exception, the sizes were... just right.

Wen Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, lay beneath him, and looked at him, her watery eyes reflecting his restrained expression...

"Can I?"

Wen Yan didn't answer, but touched his eyes and kissed those eyes that were inherently cold but would soften for her.

Xie Yin could no longer hold back. He unbuttoned his clothes with one hand and threw them off the bed one by one...

The night was long, and the lovers were reluctant to part.

When Xie Yin truly possessed her, his first feeling wasn't excitement but happiness—a happiness that almost brought him to tears.

"Research, research, research..."

A few hot tears fell on Wen Yan's face, but were quickly kissed away by the person above.

It turns out that people can shed tears when they are extremely happy.

The blinding sunlight shone on Wen Yan's face. She shrank deeper into the blankets, her eyes blurry, and felt as if her body was falling apart at the slightest movement.

Last night, she was heartbroken to see Xie Yin silently weeping, and as a result, Xie Yin tossed and turned like a pancake for half the night.

She felt sorry for the man and suffered because of her.

This statement is truly the truth.

"Kanyan."

A muffled voice came from under the covers: "Not here."

Xie Yin rubbed the small bump, about to offer some more advice, when a voice from under the covers came from inside, sounding both embarrassed and angry.

"Xie Yin, try rubbing my butt again!"

Xie Yin: I thought it was your head...

"I'm sorry, Yan Yan. Let me get you dressed. You must be hungry since you haven't eaten all night. After you wash up, go downstairs and get something to eat, then we'll go get our marriage certificate..."

This was the first time Xie Yin had spoken so much, and every word he uttered left Wen Yan completely bewildered.

She poked her head out: "What did you say? Get a marriage certificate?"

Xie Yin nodded gently.

"My household registration book is still with my dad."

"I went to my father-in-law to get it this morning."

Wen Yan lay on the bed, her face filled with shock: You went to ask for the household registration book with that radiant, well-moistened face?

What did my dad say?

Xie Yin thought for a moment and said, "My father-in-law said that young people should be moderate."

Wen Yan glanced at the hickeys on his neck, and tears welled up in her eyes with shame and indignation. She dared not imagine how many more marks he had on his body...

Xie Yin noticed her gaze and chuckled as he unbuttoned one of his collar buttons: "Yan Yan, do you want to see the marks you left behind?"

Wen Yan, with a strong voice, firmly refused: "No, no, no..."

Xie Yin smiled and gave up; if he continued teasing her, the girl would ignore him.

"I'll help Yan Yan get dressed."

"I can do it myself."

"you sure?"

Wen Yan turned her overused waist and doughy legs around, gave up struggling, and let the other person help her get dressed.

The moment the car started moving, Xie Yin turned to look at Wen Yan: "Yan Yan, do you regret it?"

I got a glare in return: "You think I'll regret letting me go?"

"will not."

"Oh."

So will you regret it?

Xie Yin seemed to have lost his confidence again, asking cautiously, even though he had been wantonly possessing her that night.

Wen Yan thought about it carefully: "I don't know if I'll regret it, but up until now I'm very willing, very willing to marry you. But..."

The man's heart leaped into his throat.

"I am a delicate rose, as you said, so you must water me with love. The more love you give me, the better I can grow."

Xie Yin paused for a moment, his gaze gradually softening, his gold-rimmed glasses unable to conceal the surging affection within him.

The camera clicked the shutter, capturing the couple's happy moment.

Wen Yan smiled brightly, while Xie Yin's eyes were gentle.

I finally picked my favorite rose.

On the way home, Xie Yin carried Wen Yan on his back, the shadows of the setting sun casting long, long shadows of the two of them.

Wen Yan wrapped her arms around Xie Yin's neck: "Xie Yin, you didn't go to the company all day?"

"I've made arrangements; I'm taking a three-day honeymoon leave."

"Oh, only three days? What about our honeymoon?"

Xie Yin paused for a moment: He seemed to have forgotten...

Wen Yan leaned down and pinched his earlobe repeatedly: "Forget it, the trip was exhausting. We can go out and have fun while you rest, or we can just leave work early."

"Okay, I'll leave work early to spend time with Yan Yan, and I'll take her out to play during my break."

"Good! You've shown some awareness. Here's a kiss for you."

Wen Yan was delighted and gave him a quick kiss on the side of his neck. Her gaze lingered on the red mole for a moment before she burst into laughter.

"Xie Yin".

"Ah."

Xie Mingli

"Um?"

“Ah Yin”.

"I'm here."

"I don't think I've ever told you I love you."

"Me too."

"I love you, Xie Yin."

"I love you more, Yan Yan."