He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 279 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 29)

Zhou Yan declined Wu Wanglei's offer of help.

He prefers to slowly open a girl's heart and take things deeper, rather than following a planned and premeditated approach with other men.

After more than a decade of getting to know each other, he understood her well enough.

So, on a very ordinary evening, neither a holiday nor a weekend, Wen Yan walked out of the teaching building and stood at the school gate waiting for Wen Qingshan.

Wen Qingshan has been working overtime lately, often not getting off work until after nine o'clock, sometimes missing her evening classes.

Seeing that he was running between school and company, Wen Yan suggested that he could come back alone, but the suggestion was immediately rejected.

The elderly father pleaded earnestly, "My dear daughter, do you know how many thugs have appeared near the Third Middle School lately? I can't even bear to think what would happen if something were to happen to you."

As she spoke, her facial features scrunched up, making her look miserable, and she swallowed back the suggestion Wen Yan made.

She was just wondering why her father had become so cautious. She assumed it was because Zhou Yan had just left and no one was taking care of her all the time, causing him to be overly anxious.

Sigh, speaking of Zhou Yan, I kind of miss him.

If he were here, I wouldn't have to carry my own schoolbag, and I'd have roasted sweet potatoes in my hand. Hmm, I could even sneak a little treat when I got home, and someone would always wash my school uniform, washing it so clean and carefully, and it would smell nice too.

Thinking about it, Wen Yan lowered her head and gently sniffed her collar. It was strange, even though she used the same laundry detergent and followed the same steps, she still couldn't get Zhou Yan's scent out of her clothes.

Several minutes passed, but Wen Qingshan still hadn't arrived; he was probably delayed by something.

Wen Yan turned and went into a nearby bookstore. She went straight to the back shelf, picked up the most popular novels, and started reading. She became engrossed in them.

The novels of the 2000s were not like the melodramatic, female-centric stories of later generations. They were refreshing and told stories of innocent campus romances. The author's writing was quite good, and Wen Yan's eyes lit up as she read them, with a slight upturn of her lips.

With a wave of his hand, he bought it and was putting the book into his backpack.

"A starch sausage, a string of candied hawthorns, and mung bean ice to go."

The low, gentle sound entered my ears, like the intro to a currently popular blues Western music track.

Wen Yan paused in her zipper-zipping, her brows furrowing slightly as she began to reflect on herself. She realized that her mind had gone blank because she had gotten off get out of class too late, and everyone's voice sounded like Zhou Yan's.

However, this one is more similar than the previous ones.

She glanced furtively toward the source of the sound, trying to see who it was. When she turned around, she met Zhou Yan's dark eyes. The moment his deep gaze met hers, she softened, as if she were being pulled by sticky threads.

Wen Yan's mind went blank for a moment, then she rushed over, her eyes bright, and clung to Zhou Yan's clothes tightly.

The evenings in mid-October were a bit chilly. The man was wearing a very ordinary short-sleeved shirt, and his exposed arms and neck were a bit darker than usual.

She couldn't wait to cling to his arm and tiptoe to hug him. Zhou Yan wrapped one arm around her and held up the snacks he had just bought with the other hand, making sure they didn't touch her.

Wen Yan's voice came from her arms. She looked up at him and asked, "Why are you back?"

Zhou Yan stroked her beautiful, smooth black hair, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Gazing into her bright eyes, he slowly said, "I missed you, so I came back."

Wen Yan's face immediately turned rosy, and she tightened her grip on his clothes. He was so straightforward, but she liked it.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, paying attention to her every little expression. Seeing her shy yet happy, he couldn't help but smile, and his heart softened.

Wen Yan accepted the food he offered and naturally stuffed all her belongings into his arms. "You can just spout sweet nothings off like that. You're not going to go astray, are you?"

He casually but earnestly straightened his half-closed backpack: "I'm not good at sweet talk, I'm just stating the facts. Yan Yan, I really... miss you."

Every moment, every second.

I think about it while eating, while sleeping, and even while walking.

What does it feel like to be driven mad by longing? He probably knows.

Perhaps sensing the seriousness in his tone, Wen Yan turned her head and nudged his shoulder. "Do you really think that way? It's only been a little over a month."

Her lips opened and closed, soft and tender, like delicate flower petals.

Zhou Yan stared intently, remaining silent. He slowly led her into a small alley, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and lowered his head to kiss her pink lips, gently biting them—or rather, sucking or holding them.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, his breath brushing against her cheek. "Sweetie, open your mouth."

Wen Yan's cheeks burned, her lips trembled as she opened them, unable to bear the longing that was growing within her. It was so heavy and forceful, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Why is he like this? When he's not kissing her, he's a perfectly normal person. But when he is, he wants to suck away every breath she takes. He barely manages to catch his breath for a moment before he's kissing her again.

She grabbed the backpack strap hanging on one side of his shoulder, closed her eyes, and let his large hand slide down the back of her neck. He used a little force to pull her up, and the scalding heat pressed against her, as if it wanted to melt her.

His breath went down, and he gently touched her fair, lotus-white neck, his lips lightly brushing against her collarbone. Her skin was delicate; he couldn't press too hard, or it would leave a mark. He could only rub against her to satisfy his craving.

Zhou Yan was rational, but Wen Yan was terrified. She tilted her head and scolded him, "We're still outside."

"Hmm, I'll just touch it, not kiss it."

After the deep kiss, his voice was uncontrollably hoarse, like an ancient string on his heart, trembling incessantly when touched.

The girl, like a flower bud, only revealed her coquettishness in front of him; her flushed face, when looked at through his clear yet slightly hazy eyes…

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and suppressed his reaction.

He pulled Wen Yan into his arms, leaned back slightly, and patiently calmed himself down, coaxing Wen Yan to wait a little longer.

Wen Yan waited patiently, her intuition telling her that if she didn't wait, the consequences would be unbearable.

Poor Wen Qingshan paced back and forth in his courtyard, muttering to himself, "I hope nothing bad has happened."

Bai Wan glanced at him calmly, picking out small osmanthus flowers in her hand, and said with ease, "Don't worry, Xiao Yan knows what he's doing."

Wen Qingshan was still circling around, which annoyed Bai Wan, so she simply ordered him to fetch water and wash the flower.

More than half an hour later, Wen Yan finally arrived home. Zhou Yan parked his bicycle and came in as well.

Bai Wan saw the two of them and smiled.

Wen Qingshan poured out the water and saw the two of them return. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you so late?"

Zhou Yan: "I went to the bookstore for a while."

As she spoke, she took out the exercise book she had bought and placed it on the table. Then she went over to help Bai Wan pick out the osmanthus flowers. She looked very interested in helping him, and Bai Wan was quite satisfied. She unconsciously started to act like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

Wen Qingshan was still worried about the thugs and thought about reporting them.

Zhou Yan paused in washing the flowers. He hadn't expected that his casually made-up words would actually become a reality.

Wen Yan looked around and, finding nothing to do, decided to go back to the main room to do her homework. The door was open, and she could see everyone outside the yard.

Zhou Yan sat on a small stool. With his long legs and tall stature, he was a little reserved for a moment. After noticing the gaze on his back, he couldn't help but turn around and take a good look at the flowers before lowering his head to wash them again, speeding up the process considerably.

After washing up, she said, "Aunt Bai, I'm going to check on Yan Yan's homework."

Bai Wan waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

The two of them were practically locked in a staring contest; she wasn't blind.

I just didn't expect that this was a genuinely detailed look, without any exaggeration.

"Write another question."

Just moments ago, she was biting her lip, reluctant to part, yet now she utters such a cold voice.

Wen Yan's eyes were dark, her large, watery eyes pleading for mercy: "I won't."

Zhou Yan took the test paper, lowered his eyes, and calmly looked at her: "Which question do you not know?"

Wen Yan casually pointed to one question, "This one."

Zhou Yan quickly glanced at the question; it was a problem of finding an evaluation value. He pointed to the word "extreme value" with the tip of his pen and began to explain in a clear and gentle voice:

"Looking at the conditions, the problem asks when the extreme value is reached. Let's simplify the conditions and try special values ​​first..."

He explained and calculated at the same time, his steps were clear, and his casually written drafts were like calligraphy, flowing smoothly.

Wen Yan unconsciously listened in.