He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 282 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 1

[Cold-faced tattoo artist VS. shy and cute girl]

The 20th floor.

Wen Yan was panting as she carried the silver jewelry, with a small, well-behaved, and quiet black cat perched on her shoulder.

The original owner of this body was a shy and quiet Dong ethnic girl who had just graduated from university and started her own DIY jewelry shop.

Because she is from an ethnic minority, she often wears ethnic-style clothing in the store.

She wore a navy blue long dress with small bells dangling from the hem, a jingling necklace around her neck, round almond-shaped eyes, and shallow dimples on her face when she smiled.

Wen Yan was a little nervous about playing the role of a cute girl for the first time.

However, once she opened the door and saw that the small shop was almost full, she forgot all about being nervous.

It was 6 p.m., right after I got off work.

The cozy, ethnic-style decor of the silver jewelry DIY shop creates a wonderful atmosphere, and it's bustling with activity.

Most of the customers in the shop were couples getting rings made together. When the boy saw Wen Yan carrying silver jewelry in, he immediately raised his hand and called out to her:

"Hello! Could you help us take a look at this ring? It's a bit too flat."

"Okay, just a moment, I'll be right there."

Wen Yan put down the jewelry and prepared to scoop San San, who was dozing off, off her shoulder. The little guy clung to her and followed her along the hem of her skirt after landing, wagging his tail as he walked.

The boy's girlfriend looked a little angry; she was glaring at him when Wen Yan arrived.

"With your strong hands, it's no wonder it got flattened! The sign says to hit it gently, but you just don't take it seriously!"

The boy muttered to himself, not daring to argue back too much: "This is my first time doing this too, how would I know how much pressure to apply?"

"This is my first time too! How would I know? To put it bluntly, it's about whether you care or not." The girl was so angry that she didn't want to look at the boy.

"Girls are more meticulous than us rough men."

The boy tried to make amends, but ended up irritating the girl instead.

"Are you making excuses again? Weren't you quite patient when you were painting plaster dolls with your ex-girlfriend?"

"You're bringing up old grievances!" The boy laughed angrily, wanting to say something.

Seeing that the battle was about to escalate and even affect others, Wen Yan blinked, shrank back, and spoke:

"Please don't rush, gentlemen. May I take a look? I can fix it a little."

Her voice, like her personality, is soft and gentle, possessing a magical power to soothe people and calm their tempers.

The two looked at her.

The girl handed the silver bar to Wen Yan, looking somewhat worried: "Miss, is there any hope for this?"

Wen Yan took the forged silver bar and examined it closely, a faint smile appearing on her face, her dimples subtly visible.

"Sure! Silver softens when melted at high temperatures, making it very malleable. If you want it to be thinner and longer, I can help you shape it, or..."

Her eyes lit up. "It would be even better if the two of you could fix it together! Relationships, like money, are bound to have bumps and bruises. As long as you have each other in your hearts, you can fix it."

Perhaps it was because her voice was light and her words were sincere that the girl wasn't so angry anymore.

Seeing this, the boy took the opportunity to accept the silver bar, promising to fix it to the girl's satisfaction.

The girl calmed down.

Then a faint meow came from behind. The girl turned her head to look and found the cat's tail on Wen Yan's skirt. She looked interested and said, "Oh, do you have a cat, miss?"

Wen Yan turned to look at San San, and saw that the girl's eyes were full of longing, as if asking, "Can I touch it?" So she moved aside slightly to make it easier for the girl to pet the cat.

Wow, you're so kind, miss!

So the girl held the cat and watched the boy repair the silver bar.

"Dangdangdang..."

Wen Yan didn't leave until the girl was satisfied with the result. Just then, another customer called her.

"Why are the silver bars I'm drawing getting more and more off-target..."

"Hello, I……"

Wen Yan was so busy that she was dizzy, flitting between different people.

"Thump thump thump... Ding ding ding... Dang dang dang..."

The sounds of knocking rose and fell, filling the small shop with life.

In contrast, look at the nineteenth floor.

It was so quiet and still that you could hear a pin drop.

A man was sleeping on the double bed, the blanket covering his waist and abdomen, revealing his beautiful and sexy abs. On his dazzlingly white chest, a black python tattoo slowly extended.

A pair of strong hands curled up and stretched out of the bed.

Chen Yan slept without making a sound, as if he had passed out on the bed.

At this moment, the occasional knocking sounds from upstairs became clearer, like thumping right next to your ear.

"Bang! Ring ring ring ring ring..."

A loud noise, accompanied by a reverberation.

The man, who was tossing and turning under half a blanket, suddenly opened his eyes, suppressed his anger, and sat up. The gray blankets were distorted and piled up to one side as he moved.

Chen Yan's bloodshot eyes held a muffled rage, as if he had been woken up again.

It's been an afternoon.

Endless?

I got up, put on long pants, a T-shirt, and slippers, went out, and pressed the elevator button to go upstairs.

The elevator reflected the bluish marks under his eyes and his handsome, dark face, making him appear somewhat gloomy at that moment.

The elevator numbers are rising.

Chen Yan moved here a few days ago. Due to family and career reasons, he often lives a life with his days and nights reversed.

He is sensitive to sleep, and the regular sleep schedules of his apartment neighbors cannot meet his sleep needs, so he opened a hotel and signed a three-month contract.

The first day was fine. It wasn't in the city center or a tourist hotspot, so most shops were struggling to survive, the hotel didn't have many guests, and the surroundings were very quiet.

The noise only started in the last few days.

Chen Yan doesn't like to cause trouble. He's usually unambitious and just sleeps. He tolerated the noise at first because of his own sleep schedule.

Until recently, the sound became increasingly unrestrained, comparable to heavy metal music that blasts your ears.

The elevator doors opened quickly, and he stepped out, pausing for a moment.

Why is it different from the door to his room?

But the continuous clanging made him too lazy to think about it too much, and he quickly pinpointed the source of the noise.

They started knocking on the door impatiently.

It was less a knock and more a beating.

Even so, it still couldn't drown out the clanging sound.

The veins on Chen Yan's forehead throbbed repeatedly, and his face, now completely cold, resembled that of a judge, icy and ruthless.

He started banging on the door harder.

In the shop.

Wen Yan seemed to hear a knock on the door and peeked towards the front door.

No one?

I glanced around and saw that the store was full. I thought that some customers were coming, so I found a sign and hung it at the main entrance.

[Sorry, our shop is full. For custom-made or handcrafted silver jewelry, please make an appointment or call the owner to discuss. Phone: ...]

Finished.

The side door was knocked on, and Chen Yan's fists turned red.

He raised his hand and saw it was covered in red marks. His brows furrowed, and he scoffed coldly: "Playing dumb???"

Chen Yan already had poor sleep quality, and now, encountering someone with such touching character, caused his temper and patience to plummet to the extreme, leading him to increase the intensity without hesitation.

Is it louder than the sound?

Just as he was about to deliver his second punch, the door opened.

Wen Yan stood to one side, the brown wooden door obscuring half of her body, revealing her timid eyes and navy blue dress, the bells on her skirt and neck swaying gently.

A guest just reminded me that someone is banging on the side door.

She ran over and heard the fierce sound that seemed to want to smash her head open.

As she reached the doorway, she began to hunch back, taking a half-step back. San San braced herself against her hind legs, pushing her forward.

Wen Yan sighed silently; he seemed to have a bad temper in this world.

Finally, I calmed myself down, opened the door, and quickly got into the zone.

Chen Yan quickly withdrew one hand.

I was angry, but going to the bureau for a stroll was too much trouble.

Chen Yan lowered his head and glanced indifferently at the timid girl. His gaze lingered for a moment on her nervously fidgety fingers before moving on to the interior decoration behind her.

If Chen Yan hadn't noticed anything unusual by now, he would be a fool.

That's not a hotel, it's a shop.

Feeling deceived, Chen Yan's expression worsened. His gaze turned cold and fierce, and his face darkened, giving Wen Yan a real fright.

Could this incredibly handsome guy have... committed a crime?

Wen Yan's voice trembled, it was hard to tell whether it was from nervousness or fear, she forced a smile, and even used the formal "you" when addressing someone:

"Hello, welcome to 'Silver Wind Chime', sir. May I ask what you need...?"

Chen Yan frowned, his voice like a cold spring flowing beneath a glacier: "Keep your voice down."