He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 116 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Wen Yan didn't sleep well that night, vaguely feeling that something was watching her.

strange.

The next day, she went to Captain Wang and said she would go to work at the same place as yesterday.

Upon hearing her words, Captain Wang's expression was complicated. He hesitated several times before finally agreeing to let her go.

"Wen, you're off to work?"

"Correct."

Wen Yan greeted the passing elderly woman with a smile.

There are many greetings like this every day.

It started because everyone thought Wen Yan was pretty, so they tentatively called out to her, and to their surprise, she responded, even with a smile.

"When she smiles, her eyes are so bright and moist, like they're filled with water, and those two little dimples are so endearing. And her little mouth, like apricot blossoms, is so sweet, and she even calls me 'Auntie' in a sweet voice..."

The most cheerful old lady in the village, Sister Hua, slapped her thigh and talked with great enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes, he looks just like a Bodhisattva, so handsome."

"He's also cultured. My little rascal says he can even write articles."

Everyone took turns taking a bite, praising Wen Yan to the skies.

Looking at the kind and lovely older women, Wen Yan felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

Who says rural women only gossip? They can be good people too.

It's much faster than those who scheme and fight tooth and nail.

She is also willing to teach their children to read.

But it seems she forgot something important?

what is it then?

Never mind, I'll remember when the time comes.

It wasn't until she arrived at the location and saw Shen Que, who had already turned over half the soil, that she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to apply the medicine!

Yesterday was another day full of trouble; she was so angry that she didn't eat, let alone apply any medicine.

She felt a little guilty.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, right? It's her body anyway.

"What's wrong with your face?"

A deep voice interrupted Wen Yan, who was struggling with whether she felt guilty or not.

"Huh?" Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and felt a chill when she saw the person who had put down the hoe and approached.

Why does he always get so close with a dark expression?

Anyone who didn't know better would think she had done something to him.

Shen looked intently at her profile, his clear black and white eyes scanning every inch of her skin like a wolf hunting.

Danger lurked beneath the surface, a barely concealed anger.

Is he angry?

What are you angry about?

For some reason, Wen Yan felt a nameless sense of oppression and suffocation when he looked at her like that.

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

After Shen Que finished his examination, his focused, quiet, yet wild eyes stared into her pupils.

Wen Yan tilted her head back, took a small step back to catch her breath, and looked away with her watery eyes, avoiding his gaze.

"No, I just had a little conflict and got into a fight. Don't worry, she's in a much worse situation than me."

Wen Yan laughed it off, saying that fighting was really too unrefined, something she would never have done in the past.

After all, people prefer to talk rather than use their hands.

But the situation is special now, so let's take action instead of talking.

She cautiously turned her eyes to observe him, "You... what's wrong?"

Shen Que choked, a look of confusion flashing in his clear black and white eyes.

Yeah, what happened to him?

Why is he angry?

If someone fights, they fight; if someone gets hurt, they get hurt. What business is it of his?

He glanced at Wen Yan, his expression a mixture of doubt, confusion, and a deep-seated resentment.

Shen Que turned around in a huff, his cold, deep voice saying, "Come with me."

Is she angry?

Wen Yan was puzzled, but she still followed along, though she was a little slow.

Although the snake wasn't venomous, it still caused some numbness and swelling.

Wen Yan wanted to tell Shen Que to slow down several times, but then she remembered that if she called him back, he would just keep creating cold air.

Forget it.

When Shen Que turned around and saw Wen Yan, who was far behind him, he felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe.

Why don't you call him if you can't walk fast?

Shen Que was very annoyed, yet he also hated his own annoyance.

I really dislike having my emotions controlled by her.

He waited for Wen Yan for a while, and when he saw that her leg was a little swollen again, he was both angry and amused.

"Sit here."

Wen Yan sat down obediently, not daring to speak.

"Didn't you apply the medicine again last night?"

Wen Yan, who hadn't applied any medication, didn't know how to answer, so she simply remained silent.

Shen Que was truly angry, partly because of her attitude and partly because she didn't seem to care about her injuries, so she raised her voice a little:

"If you don't want the leg, just saw it off. A half-crippled person is still trying to fight like others."

Aside from their second meeting when they encountered a snake, Wen Yan, who had never been yelled at by him before, exclaimed, "Are you being mean to me?"

Her voice was unsteady as she looked incredulously at Shen Que, who was removing the strips of cloth from her clothes, her eyes trembling.

Wen Yan forcefully pulled her leg out from under his palm. The huge force made her lean back and fall uncontrollably to the side, where the snake bite hit the sharp edge of a stone.

She was in so much pain that she kept biting her lip.

Her eyes glistened even more.

All of this happened so fast that Shen Que hadn't even had time to react before he fell, bumped into something, and was already in tears.

"what are you doing?"

Shen Que quickly got up to help her: "What's with this spoiled princess attitude?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan felt even more aggrieved.

Is she throwing a tantrum?

She was robbed of her blanket, forced to be tied up with men for marketing purposes, and she wasn't even allowed to be angry or upset?

Then tears fell, along with Wen Yan's choked voice: "Shen Que, I hate you."

I hate that you're always so fierce, I hate that I always cry in front of you, I hate that you care about me but only have a cold face.

Shen Que's heart skipped a beat, and his movements slowed for a moment.

He suddenly woke up when he saw Wen Yan's tears.

The little girl cried so terribly, without any hesitation, her voice trembling and hiccups as she sobbed with such distress.

But he didn't know how to coax her.

For the first time, Shen Que hated his own clumsiness, feeling utterly helpless here.

He had never comforted the girl before, but he remembered that she stopped crying after he gave her a boxed lunch last time, so he reached out to take the boxed lunch.

Her outstretched hand suddenly stopped; it wasn't mealtime yet, she should have just finished breakfast.

He was in a dilemma. Looking at the person sitting on the ground, trembling with grief, a barely perceptible pang of heartache flashed in his deep, clear eyes.

She shouldn't have cried.

You shouldn't let a mad dog like him make you cry.

Shen Que began to give up on himself, but he couldn't bear to see her sitting on the ground, on the dirty mud, wiping away her tears.

So he half-squatted forward and leaned down to support her shoulders, trying to help her sit up.

Who knew that as soon as I put my hands on my shoulders, she pushed me hard.

Shen Que, who had been squatting for a long time, lost his balance instantly, but his hands firmly supported Wen Yan's shoulders. In a flash, his body flipped backward, and he and Wen Yan fell into the ground together.

Her bright red, tear-stained lips landed right on his lips, and warm tears clung to the tips of her upturned eyelashes, finally falling into his eyes.

Moist, painful.

The scent of earth, mingled with an unknown fragrance, wafted and intertwined between the two.

Wen Yan was stunned, lying blankly on Shen Que, not moving for a long time, only her warm breath spraying on Shen Que's cheek.

Shen Que felt a tingling sensation on half of his face, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

Her soft body lay on top of him, as if made of water, soft all over, especially her chest.

Shen Que lowered his eyelids, his deep eyes fixed on the spot where their lips touched, then swept over the shocked and blushing Wen Yan, a surge of heat rushing down his body.

His lips moved, his voice low and husky: "Have you kissed enough?"

Wen Yan was startled awake by his words. After regaining her senses, she struggled to get up, her hands haphazardly bracing against his chest, her eyes filled with panic and confusion, as if she had bumped into something hard several times.

Why are you putting stones in your pocket?

Wen Yan became increasingly anxious and confused, and punched the rock that was in her way.

Shen Que let out a muffled groan as her fist fell. The soft fist didn't hurt, but it was... incredibly agonizing. The hand holding her waist tightened uncontrollably, and her eyes turned red.

"Enough," he said, grabbing her fidgeting hands, slightly out of breath. He looked up at her from an angle he'd never seen before—she was beautiful, and... his heart fluttered.

"I come."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were wet as if they had been washed with water, and a tear hung from the tip of her pert nose.

She looked at him in a panic and confusion.

Shen Que looked away in embarrassment, cursing himself inwardly as a beast.

After closing his eyes slightly, a large, burning hand wrapped around Wen Yan's small waist and helped her to her feet.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to burn with flames, his intense gaze relentlessly fixed on her terrified eyes.