He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 262 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 12)

When Zhou Yan woke up, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was not pungent but unpleasant.

Before his eyes was a blurry image of an incandescent light. His hand was being pressed down by something. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Wen Yan sleeping soundly, her eyelashes wet with water, her head resting on his forearm.

A moment of surprise struck her, and before she knew it, her fingertips were already wiping away her tears.

He had just stretched halfway when the person he was lying on slowly woke up, opened their misty eyes and looked in his direction, a look of surprise flashing in their eyes: "Zhou Yan! You're awake?"

"You scared me to death! I thought... I knocked you unconscious. Why didn't you say you had a fever sooner?"

Looking at the pretty and lively face in front of him, Zhou Yan felt that something had changed, and his heart ached for no reason, but he still answered seriously: "You didn't give me a chance."

This silenced Wen Yan, who was currently outputting information.

Well, it seems she really did jump without thinking.

Zhou Yan had a high fever of 39.8 degrees Celsius and needed to be hospitalized for an IV drip. He called Zhou Min, but she couldn't come, so he asked Bai Wan to take care of him.

Bai Wan had just gone to buy food. Wen Yan was a little sleepy, so she rested her head on Bai Wan's pillow and dozed off for a while. At this moment, their hands were still clasped together.

"Tap tap tap."

The sound of low heels clicking on the floor tiles grew louder as they approached. Wen Yan was the first to let go of her hand and open the ward door.

In the instant she turned around, she missed the strange glint that flashed in Zhou Yan's deep eyes.

"Mom, Zhou Yan is awake," Wen Yan said softly.

Bai Wan looked at the marks left on her cheek. Her face was fair, and the dark marks from sleeping were pinkish and particularly noticeable.

Not to mention her soft voice when she first woke up, Bai Wan couldn't help but think her daughter was beautiful.

Cilian touched the red mark on her cheek and said, "If you're really sleepy, go home first. I'll watch over Xiaoyan."

"I'm not sleepy, I'm just bored. Now that Zhou Yan is awake, we can chat."

Bai Wan's mouth twitched as she entered the ward, saying helplessly, "Xiao Yan's fever hasn't gone down yet, he needs to rest more and not disturb others."

Wen Yan remained silent, her clear eyes looking at Zhou Yan, who was half-lying on the hospital bed, her gaze accusing: You dislike me?

Zhou Yan protested his innocence, his eyes filled with helplessness, but he still obediently stood on her side.

"Aunt Bai, Wen Yan talked to me and it was nice."

“Mom, Zhou Yan said he’s happy when I talk to him.”

Bai Wan: ...Good child, your reading comprehension is perfect.

Zhou Yan had little feeling about being sick. In his previous life, the weakness brought on by dizziness was the best anesthetic, which dulled his perception of pain.

He secretly hoped he would get sick and die the next second, but he couldn't; he was tough.

As for now, he cannot die. In other words, as long as Wen Yan is still going astray, he will live one more day.

We will definitely stay by her side and watch her grow into a positive and outstanding young person in society.

After this illness, Wen Yan realized that Zhou Yan was really busy with his studies. She asked him out less often, and most of the time they chatted next door or went for a walk in the park.

Life continued on uneventfully.

It is worth mentioning that Wen Qingshan was promoted to deputy factory director, in charge of a group of people, and was extremely busy.

The factory also allocated them a house. They originally wanted to go home to discuss moving, but as soon as they entered the house, only Bai Wan was there. They realized that their daughter had gone to talk about Zhou Yan again.

Bai Wan was preparing vegetables: "Let's talk about moving later. The two kids grew up together, and it's already so difficult to get them to go to different schools. If they live far apart, won't they cause trouble?"

Wen Qingshan thought about it and agreed, so he put the idea aside and obediently lived in the South Lane of No. 3 Middle School.

In the second semester of my first year of high school, a special transfer student came to our class. He had fair and delicate features, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had smiling, curved eyes. He was very approachable.

However, the moment Zhou Yan looked at him, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The coldness in his eyes transformed into a sharp blade, almost piercing through him.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Ten minutes before self-study, the teacher asked the whole class to change seats, and the boy with glasses naturally became Zhou Yan's deskmate.

Teacher: "Zhou Xian, you're still adjusting to life here. Talk to Zhou Yan more and ask him if you don't understand something."

The students in the class were baffled: "Teacher, did you eat some mushrooms and get poisoned?" Zhou Yan's cold eyes would scare the new students so much they'd call him "Dad."

The new classmate, Zhou Xian, revealed a harmless smile and cautiously extended his hand: "Hello, Zhou Yan, my name is Zhou Xian. What a coincidence, we have the same surname."

Zhou Yan slowly reached out and grasped Zhou Xian's hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes lowered to conceal the dark, sinister glint in them.

What a coincidence, my... second brother.

Zhou Xian was oblivious. Seeing that the surroundings had quieted down, he leaned closer to Zhou Yan, his face full of admiration: "I heard you're the top student in the grade! That's amazing! Can I ask you for help if I don't understand something in the future?"

"No." Zhou Yan said, emphasizing each word.

The person sitting at the back of the table who had heard the whole thing looked constipated. He looked at the seemingly weak and harmless Zhou Xian, then at Zhou Yan, whose face was contorted with a sinister smile, and couldn't understand it at all.

Zhou Xian's expression changed, he gave an awkward smile, waited a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, Zhou, I made you unhappy. It's my fault."

After speaking, he lowered his head, and his glasses fogged up quickly. He took off his glasses and carefully wiped them with a glasses cloth, revealing slightly red eyes.

He didn't lower his voice intentionally, but a large number of people around him heard it, and their gazes towards Zhou Yan immediately changed.

After class, a group of people automatically gathered together to talk, and some kind-hearted people even pulled Zhou Xian along.

Zhou Yan alone remained seated, working on his problems, calm and indifferent, as if no one else existed in his world.

In his next life, he has no time to act alongside Zhou Xian, and he doesn't care at all about other people's opinions.

As long as the harm doesn't involve physical blows like swords or clubs, no words can affect him in the slightest.

The students were very kind. When they saw that the new classmate's eyes were red, they asked if she had been bullied. Upon hearing this, they realized that Zhou Yan had bullied her.

The fist that had been clenched to demand justice fell silently. That reckless madman was someone you couldn't afford to mess with.

“Zhou Xian, let’s just talk badly about him behind his back. If we bring it up in public, it will only embarrass us all.”

"Yes, we'll join you in making trouble for him."

"Don't let him scare you; our class is very united."

More and more people chimed in, though their voices weren't loud, mainly because they were worried Zhou Yan would hear them.

Surrounded by others, Zhou Xian glanced at Zhou Yan's healthy body when no one was looking, his eyes revealing an indescribable excitement.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and the next second, his eyes curved into a smile as he sincerely said, "I appreciate your kindness. Thank you. You are all so kind. I am so lucky to have met such wonderful classmates."

"However, I also like Zhou Yan very much. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding that has caused him to have such a prickly appearance. If we say these things to him, he will be sad."

The students' eyes lit up: What an angel!?

After listening to the entire presentation, Zhou Yan seemed to recall something, and a strange look appeared in his eyes:

Second brother, you're still using the same old tricks, it's really making me... impatient.