He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 304 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 23

Chen Yan's jealousy was so extreme that it was unprecedented and unparalleled.

When the dinner ended, Wen Yan simply shook hands with Chen Yan to thank him, but Chen Yan's eyes turned from gloomy to stormy.

He maintained basic social decorum, yet his hand wrapped around Wen Yan's soft waist like a vine, his cold gaze leaving the timid Chen Yan speechless.

"Your older brother wants you to study finance in Lancelot." Chen Yan told Chen Yan in a low voice, informing him of the newly made decision. "Pack your things, we're leaving tomorrow."

Chen Yan looked blank for a second, then pointed to his face: "Me?"

"Ah."

"What? Are you sending something abroad? Don't you need to inform me beforehand?"

Chen Yan remembered that he had just made a phone call at the door, and he instantly understood!

Revenge! Naked revenge!

So petty!

Chen Yan felt bitter and resentful, as if he had been soaking in bitter water for seven days and seven nights.

"I already told him in advance." Chen Yan kindly explained, but the person he was explaining to was not the pitiful Chen Yan who was about to be stranded in a foreign land, but Wen Yan who was quietly tugging at his sleeve and lost in thought.

The next second, Chen Yan's phone vibrated. It was his father. He walked a few steps away to answer the phone, listening to the persuasion on the other end with a long face.

He rolled his eyes at his uncle halfway through the conversation.

So, it means a few seconds earlier?

Chen Yan let Wen Yan's hair down and ran his fingers through the ends to smooth her dark hair.

It's cold; letting your hair down makes it warmer.

Then he reached out and touched Wen Yan's hand, his large palm tightly enveloping the cool hand and hiding it in his pocket.

Chen Yan seems to be particularly attentive and adaptable to the newly developed intimate relationship.

While Wen Yan was still in a nervous and shy period of exploration, Chen Yan was already able to take care of his girlfriend very naturally.

He's always a bit more thick-skinned than her.

Wen Yan took Chen Yan's hand and hid behind his broad shoulders, which blocked the wind.

Chen Yan's matter has come to an end.

Wen Yan waited a few days before calling her father to report on the progress.

“Father, I met the person and had two meals with him, but it’s a pity he’s going abroad, so it’s hopeless.”

This is the deceptive power of language; once the matter is stated, the responsibility is shirked.

She honestly told him that the other person was going abroad, so it was impossible.

As for why I went abroad...

Who cares, as long as it's out.

Only the elderly father scratched the back of his head on the other end of the phone, "He's going abroad? I haven't heard anything about it."

"They can't tell you everything, can they? Maybe it was a last-minute decision?" Wen Yan leaned against the wall, turned around, and aimlessly twirled the ends of her hair. She looked up at Chen Yan, who was teaching customers how to make silverware in the shop, and smiled slightly.

Very competent.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan went into the store, took the rubber mallet from Chen Yan, and gestured towards the seat next to her: "Go sit over there for a while."

Chen Yan released the rubber mallet, took a half step back, glanced at his watch, and realized it was almost time to prepare dinner.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Chen Yan stroked Wen Yan's head, his eyelashes slightly lowered, revealing his tenderness.

"I want to eat hot pot!" Wen Yan looked at Chen Yan pitifully.

Recently, due to the cold weather, her throat has been uncomfortable since she caught a chill, and she often loses her voice while speaking. As a result, Chen Yan has been strictly controlling her diet.

Wen Yan's mouth tasted bland, like birds.

Her eyes were watery, as if she was about to disagree and tears were about to fall from her lips.

Chen Yan couldn't stand that kind of look from her, so she conceded: "...Mushroom soup base."

Wen Yan then added, "It's tomato soup." After saying that, she tugged at Chen Yan's sleeve and shook it slightly, an unconscious display of intimacy.

Chen Yan squinted, admitting that he found his girlfriend's subconscious intimacy quite appealing.

"it is good."

Hearing what she wanted to hear, Wen Yan tilted her head, revealing a shallow dimple, gave a little "Yay!" and ran away. Then Chen Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms, lowering his head to give her a precise kiss on her dimple.

So sweet.

Unlike a woman's breathing, a man's breathing is heavy and deep, its spray tickling half of his face.

Wen Yan's fingers curled up unconsciously, and her heartbeat rose faster than her body temperature.

When the soft tongue gently touched her cheek, Wen Yan gasped softly, then buried her face in Chen Yan's chest.

"There are people in the store!"

A faint smile appeared on Chen Yan's lips. He straightened up, patted the little head locked in his arms, ignored the scrutinizing gazes, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, everyone's busy making silver, no one's watching us."

After speaking, she turned around gently, separating Wen Yan from those gazes.

"Really?" Wen Yan asked, half believing it.

"real."

Wen Yan slowly raised her head, cautiously looked around, and seeing that no one was watching, she pinched a bit of soft flesh on the back of Chen Yan's hand to vent her anger.

Chen Yan followed her lead.

With the rise of online shopping, the profitability of physical stores is declining, while online orders are increasing.

Wen Yan also closed her shop much earlier; before the city's nightlife kicked in, she had already slung her bag over her shoulder and headed home.

Chen Yan went to buy groceries first, and came back to pick up Wen Yan.

Wen Yan got into the car and saw that Chen Yan had just bought five different flavors of cat food. Thinking of San San's increasingly obvious double chin, she pursed her lips and said, "Chen Yan, you spoil San San too much!"

Chen Yan paused, holding the cat treat. "Is there one?"

"Yes! You make all sorts of fancy cat food for it, and cat treats of all flavors. San San is lazy and stays at home all day eating and sleeping, and never goes out. It has already gained ten pounds!"

Wen Yan's voice carried a sense of accusation, as well as an indescribable undercurrent of emotion.

The cute and charming kitten evolved into a fat cat. Although it was still cute, Wen Yan still angrily criticized Chen Yan's pampering!

To enhance credibility, Wen Yan added, "You spoil it too much; you treat it better than I do!"

"I'm sorry." Chen Yan's low voice came, looking Wen Yan straight in the eye. His tone was serious, and he was genuinely apologizing, showing that he knew he was wrong and was reflecting on his mistake.

Wen Yan blinked, a little stunned.

“I didn’t know this would have a negative effect on you. I never thought it could get past you. I’m nice to him just because… he’s your cat.”

"I'm sorry I made you feel wronged, but I'm also glad that you told me when you felt wronged."

Chen Yan placed her fingertips on the center of her dimple; she didn't laugh, for it was just a soft piece of flesh.

The car was silent, and the soft blues music flowed into her ears, making Wen Yan's heart skip a beat.

She looked away, refusing to look into Chen Yan's eyes, feeling as if her ears were being smothered, her eyes were being blindfolded, and her heart was pounding loudly.

Wen Yan gently bumped her head against Chen Yan's shoulder and murmured, "You... idiot."

Chen Yan chuckled and put his arm around Wen Yan. "Yeah, I'm an idiot."

Wen Yan's ears were thoroughly moistened, and they were pinched and pecked repeatedly.