He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 193 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (26) (The End)

Wen Yan asked Jiang Yu if he wanted to leave, and Jiang Yu countered with, "Are you taking me away?"

"It has to be me, otherwise who do you want to lead?"

Her tone left no room for negotiation, yet it dispelled Jiang Yu's confusion. He had no memory and knew nothing about the outside world, but if it were her...

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and gazed at the bright and cheerful people before him.

If it were her, he would be willing.

Later, Wen Yan personally led the person out, and no one, including Li Yuan, the Li family, and the Wen family, had any objections.

Li Yuan touched the raised half of his face, wincing in pain at the slightest touch.

nonsense!

Does he dare to have an opinion?

Before he could even utter the syllable "no," Wen Yan's hand landed first, silencing him completely.

The rest of the people had already fled far away to seek refuge.

"So, does anyone else have any objections?"

Wen Yan glanced at the group of people who were far away from the attack range, and they all shook their heads in unison.

"Okay, since no one has any objections, then I do."

Everyone:! ! !

Wen Yan pointed, "This manor is mine."

Li Yuan's defiance began again, but Wen Yan smiled at him, and his arrogance vanished instantly. He then allowed Li's father to register the manor under Wen Yan's name.

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Wen walked over to Jiang Yu with cheerful steps, touched his sullen expression, and took his drooping hand. "Let's go. Come back if you miss home."

"it is good."

Little Bao, carrying the little dumpling, followed the two of them, the two ghosts and one person heading towards the old, dilapidated building.

Wen Yan returned to her regular routine of attending classes, catching ghosts, and accompanying Jiang Yu. She was worried that Jiang Yu, being just a ghost, wouldn't know anything, so she kept him by her side at all times.

Fearing that Jiang Yu would influence the other students, she drifted further and further away from them. By the time the others realized what was happening, Wen Yan had completely become a loner.

Of course, this is from an outsider's perspective.

From the real perspective, the empty left side always has a ghost sitting there; the seemingly lonely shadow is actually accompanied by two people.

Because Wen Yan took in ghosts everywhere, by the time she graduated from university, the old, dilapidated building was no longer big enough for her.

Just as she was worrying, she suddenly remembered that she had a manor, so she and dozens of ghosts moved into the manor in a grand procession.

Looking at the alluring and enigmatic red roses and the villa that appeared bright on the outside but was dilapidated inside, Wen Yan had an idea.

Nothing is scarier or more profitable than a haunted house with real ghosts.

After thinking it over, she decided to divide the estate into two areas: a work area and a residential area.

During the day, the ghosts disguise themselves as ghosts to scare people, and at night they float back to sleep, killing two birds with one stone.

As Wen Yan predicted, the haunted house themed around Lonely Manor became a hit, and she seized the opportunity to launch an immersive script-based murder mystery game with a horror theme, which became an even bigger hit!

Aside from occasionally exorcising ghosts for money, she lived a very happy life.

Years later, late at night, Jiang Yu suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms with a dazed expression, unable to recall a single memory.

But for some inexplicable reason, I didn't want to push it away.

She felt very familiar to him, and the words he had been chewing over and over again slipped out: "Yan, Yan..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

Wen Yan opened her eyes groggily, her sleepy eyes filled with mist, her pale pink cheeks giving her a slightly drunken appearance upon closer inspection.

She was already used to Jiang Yu's reaction.

She wrapped her long arm around his cheek and skillfully kissed his rosy lips: "Be good, I'm Yan Yan, you're Jiang Yu, I'm your wife. There's evidence on the bedside table, go see for yourself. I'm going to sleep now."

After saying that, she turned over in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiang Yu was left speechless, stunned by her smooth maneuvering.

He lowered his eyelids and leaned closer to look at the person in his arms. There was a stubborn seriousness in his thick, dark eyes. After a long while, he finally looked up at the bedside table she had mentioned.

The thick envelope lay there quietly. Jiang Yu opened it, revealing crumpled papers inside. It must have been unfolded countless times, with deep creases that made it almost impossible to lay it flat.

The very first sentence: Remember to love Yan Yan. Several pages of densely packed text appeared before any other content followed.

"Jiang Yu, (Note: Jiang Yu refers to the person reading this letter.) When you opened this letter, you had amnesia again. I don't know how many more times you will have amnesia, but you must remember Yan Yan, remember that she loved mango cake, liked counting money, hated trouble, loved sitting under the big tree in the yard, and loved wearing bright dresses..."

"Yan Yan caught me writing a letter. She told me to tell you not to be jealous, that there's no one else but you. So, don't cry as soon as you wake up, it hurts her to see you like that."

The letters are numerous, meticulously recording every detail of their memories; the sweetness of the letter writers seems to overflow from their elegant handwriting.

Jiang Yu read the letters carefully, flipping through them several times as if he had personally experienced them.

He embraced Wen Yan again, tentatively taking her lips into his mouth and kissing her passionately.

Jiang Yu still remembers the last sentence of the letter: If you wake up with your memory completely gone, remember to kiss her first, then comfort her. If you forget again and again, she will feel wronged.

After a long while, Jiang Yu buried his head in her neck and softly hummed, "Yan Yan..."

Wen Yan responded with a lazy tone.

Jiang Yu said sullenly, "I remember now, and I'll never forget again."

"The ninety-ninth time."

"what?"

Wen Yan rolled over and casually touched the red mole on his neck, her tone light: "This is the ninety-ninth time you've said that, you little liar."

Jiang Yu called out Yan Yan's name again and again with longing, his eyes filled with deep affection that dripped down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, don't cry! Have you forgotten what was written in the letter? Don't just shake your head, you need to stop crying too..."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, it's alright, it's alright, anyway, you fall in love with me the moment you see me..."

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Yu, who was sobbing uncontrollably in her arms, and sighed helplessly.

She should have crossed out that last sentence, but he secretly added it back without her knowledge, and in the end, he was the one who couldn't stop crying.

Next time, I'll just cross it out secretly.

-

In this life, Wen Yan stayed with Jiang Yu for a very long time, until she could no longer walk and slowly closed her eyes.

Jiang Yu held Wen Yan close, leaning against her. He did not choose cremation, but instead found a quiet place, a coffin, and the two of them lay down together.

He fell asleep and never woke up again.