He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 217 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 24

The thin straps looked as if they would break at the slightest pull, and her smooth back was tied with only a single white lace ribbon, revealing a large expanse of smooth, tender skin.

Wen Yan was too embarrassed to admire herself in the mirror, so she ran out of the bathroom, threw off the covers and lay down, covering herself completely except for her blinking eyes.

She moved to the middle of the bed, and something hard poked her. She reached out to touch it, and there were not just one, but several.

It feels like a box.

Why would there be a box on the bed?

Wen Yan lifted the blanket in confusion. There was more than just one; there was a whole bunch. She randomly picked up a box, opened it, and found rings!

Wen Yan stood there, stunned, thinking about Fu Chen's unusually hesitant manner today, and his sensitivity to her touching his fingers.

Did he think she knew about his plans?

However, one box is enough to hold the rings, why are there so many here?

Filled with curiosity, Wen Yan sat up and continued to open the other small boxes.

Like a surprise when opening a lid, the rings, necklaces, and bracelets popped open one by one, and Wen Yan's eyes lit up with each one she opened.

A total of twenty-four sets.

Each set has its own unique features.

By the end, Wen Yan had become numb; she was like a woman who fell in love with every guy she met.

I thought the one I had was pretty enough, but the one in the next box was even prettier.

She immediately dropped one and grabbed another, only to find that the next one was even prettier. As she swayed back and forth, unable to make up her mind, her eyes caught sight of the first one that had been opened, and it was beautiful too!

Fu Chen thoughtfully left a note: I knew you would like it, so I bought them all. No girl would wear the same ring, necklace, or set of jewelry for a lifetime, changing them every day to match her mood.

Wen Yan felt a lump in her throat and suddenly wanted to hug Fu Chen and hear him say those words in person. So she got out of bed and ran to find him, not even bothering to put on her shoes.

With tears welling in her eyes, she pushed open the study door. Fu Chen stood in the center with his back to her. He had been waiting for this moment, but the instant the door opened, he turned around, holding delicate pink roses in his arms.

Wen Yan hugged him: "Silly boy, who proposes by only giving a ring and not showing the husband?"

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

Fu Chen took a moment to react before embracing her. The touch of her fingertips was smooth, and his eyes darkened as he turned his gaze to the girl.

Her slender back was adorned with only a thin strip of lace, highlighting the girl's uniquely soft and beautiful curves.

Last time the lighting was dim, so I didn't have a chance to appreciate it properly, but now it's been delivered right to my door.

His hand slid down to her slender waist without him noticing. Fu Chen pulled out a chair next to him and pulled the girl onto his lap.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous, sinister light.

He felt quite sorry for her: "Yan Yan, be good, don't cry yet, you'll shed more tears later."

His voice was deep and alluring. Wen Yan, whose eyes were filled with tears, was stunned for a moment and quickly looked down at herself.

Oh no, I was in such a rush that I forgot to change!

She glanced at Fu Chen again, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes swirling with desire so intense it seemed to melt into liquid, and the large, powerful hand around her waist.

What's the difference between her and a lamb entering a tiger's den?

Wen Yan swallowed hard. Her doe-like eyes were so clear that one wanted to kiss them until they blushed.

Although she originally intended to show it to Fu Chen, she planned to just turn on a small lamp in the room and take a look under the dim light.

Not in the study, but under a blindingly bright light, she was wearing only a see-through, short skirt.

She tried to move, but was restrained and unable to move.

Wen Yan compromised: "Be gentle later."

"Yeah, I'll try my best."

As it turns out, Fu Chen's words in bed were not to be trusted. A person who has just broken his vows has incredible energy. When Wen Yan looked at that piece of purple fabric again the next day, her legs trembled.

As for why it's fabric instead of a skirt... figure it out yourself.

Fu Chen's energy is no joke. As the one who provides all the strength, he can still get up early and has a vigorous spirit again.

Wen Yan hurriedly refused.

She huddled under the covers, sulking.

Then Fu Chen pulled her out of the blanket, peeling her like an egg. She was naked and clung to a corner of the blanket, her eyes watery, refusing to be seen.

Fu Chen gently rejected her, like a smiling exploiter.

He helped her get dressed and tidied up, then stepped on the gas and drove to Old Man Wen and Old Mrs. Wen's house. He smiled and coaxed the dizzy Old Man Wen and Old Mrs. Wen to get the household registration book.

Then I stepped on the gas and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. When I came out, I had two red marriage certificates.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Wen Yan stood holding the red marriage certificate, looking utterly astonished.

She knew Fu Chen was highly capable, but she didn't know he was this capable!

To be honest, she's still in a daze.

Recalling how he coaxed Old Man Wen and Old Lady Wen into happily handing over their household registration booklets, Wen Yan silently sighed, "He truly is a businessman..."

Fu Chen took her hand, squeezed his fingers between hers, their fingers intertwined, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Wen Yan tilted her head and gently bumped his shoulder. "Mr. Fu, now that you're officially licensed, it's time for me to change how I address you."

She paused for a few seconds, as if preparing herself mentally: "Husband."

After shouting, she blushed.

Fu Chen was much more shameless than her. He was still chuckling softly, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding smile. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Wife."

Wen Yan's face felt hot.

She decided to temporarily transform into a small mushroom and live in the shade to alleviate the dryness.

Darkness descended upon the city; the night sky was devoid of stars, save for a hazy moon.

Xiao Yichen sneezed loudly and buried himself in his work.

He firmly believed that as long as he worked hard enough, he could surpass Fu Chen and snatch Xiao Yan back from him.

He even decided to sleep at the company for this reason.

During this time, Ye Qianqian made several phone calls, but he rejected them all.

Mr. Xiao is right. To gain something, you must first lose something else. If his love is shared with too many people, it becomes worthless; he wouldn't even accept it for free.

"Ding Dong"

A text message arrived on the phone on the table. Xiao Yichen glanced at it briefly; the sender was Qianqian.

The pen tip paused, and the ink spread.

Qianqian has been calling me these past few days, and now she's texting me. It must be something important. I'll take a look, then delete it.

He hesitated before picking up his phone, and then—boom! His mind went completely blank.

The phone screen displayed the words: I'm pregnant.

Xiao Yichen's mind was in turmoil. He quickly put on his coat, grabbed his phone, and ran downstairs, calling Ye Qianqian as he ran. But the call went unanswered.

He cursed a few times in anger, then continued to call, but still couldn't get through.

Xiao Yichen's phone vibrated, and he quickly opened it. Ye Qianqian had sent him two words: Goodbye.

What do you mean by "see you again"?

Xiao Yichen was stunned. He called Ye Qianqian back, and the phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

"Qianqian, where are you now? Listen to me, don't be impulsive, stay in the villa and wait for me. I'll be there soon, and we'll discuss what to do when I get there."

He finished speaking in one breath, his voice urgent. The elevator numbers were still dropping, and the cell phone signal was poor, so Ye Qianqian's voice was intermittent.

"Please don't go to my parents, they're the worst..."

Ye Qianqian interrupted Xiao Yichen, "Yichen, I'm at your house now. You know how scared I was when I couldn't get in touch with you, so I had no choice but to... I had no choice but to contact your parents."

She was crying, her sobs as soft and weak as a kitten taking a breath, but they did not evoke even the slightest thought of sympathy or comfort from Xiao Yichen.

Only two words filled his mind: It's over!

Mr. and Mrs. Xiao will definitely make her give birth to the child.

With the child, there's no longer any possibility between him and Sister Xiaoyan...