He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 41 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 16

Her body temperature didn't return to normal until late at night.

He picked her up tenderly, had someone change her clothes, and dried her hair. Only after watching her fall asleep did he realize that he was still wet.

After quickly dealing with the situation, I lay down beside her bed and dozed off for a while.

Wen Yan was frail and started having a fever in the middle of the night. He stayed by her bedside and immediately noticed that something was wrong with her. The doctors stayed at home, so thankfully she didn't suffer.

He was up until almost dawn before he finally had a chance to lie down by the bed and doze off for a few minutes.

Before long, it was time to go to work.

He gave her a deep look, as if he had made an important decision, and then called the housekeeper.

"Uncle Liu, if Miss Wen feels unwell after waking up, let her stay here and rest for a while. Once she has recovered enough, send someone to take her home and tell her... don't come here again."

Hearing this, Uncle Liu was somewhat surprised. He had witnessed everything the gentleman had done that night. After hesitating several times, he finally nodded.

"Everyone worked hard last night, so your bonuses will be doubled at the end of the month."

After explaining everything, I drove to the company.

He couldn't explain his own feelings, but last night, when he couldn't bear to hurt her, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

How can roses be mixed with rotten mud?

She was used to being free and unrestrained, so how could she tolerate the rules and regulations around him?

Perhaps they are not from the same world at all.

Fine, let's let her go before he completely loses control.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It's just decluttering, isn't that what I'm best at?"

-

Wen Yan slept until 11 o'clock and woke up feeling refreshed.

The medicine provided by the system is so good that it can even fool doctors.

However, she underestimated Xie Yin's patience. He hadn't made a move even after all this?

As expected of my husband, his character is impeccable.

233 looked at Wen Yan and said hesitantly, "Host, before Xie Yin left, he asked Steward Liu to tell you not to come again."

This familiar feeling, this familiar style, this annoying stubbornness—it was just like Feng Heng. She was used to it all.

He was like that before, awkward and hesitant, his mouth was practically nonexistent, he would just imagine things all day long, he was always on guard, especially when it came to relationships, he was the most clueless, and he could only be ruthless to himself.

Back then, they missed each other for a long time because of this. If she hadn't accidentally caught him crying miserably behind her back, they probably would have broken up.

I can't believe he's still acting like this even after arriving in the small world.

She was speechless. Everything was fine in the previous world; this was really asking for trouble.

Despite my anger, I still had to get up first.

The heavy wooden handrail descends all the way down, exuding an elegant and mysterious aura.

The poles are carved with roses of all shapes and sizes, climbing everywhere, their dark brown hue possessing a kind of melancholic beauty.

Wen Yan brushed against the lifelike petals and remarked, "This staircase is quite unique."

Upon hearing the voice, Uncle Liu explained, "Sir has a fondness for unusual items and has quite a collection."

"Who are you?" Wen Yan asked cautiously.

The old man in front of me looked to be in his fifties, and his kind smile gave people a sense of closeness.

Seeing her nervousness, Uncle Liu took the initiative to say, "I am the housekeeper here. Miss Wen can call me Uncle Liu."

"Oh, you mean Xie Yin has a lot of treasures? I'll have to go see them sometime." Wen Yan put aside her doubts and said with great interest.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu quickly changed the subject: "Miss Wen, breakfast is prepared in the kitchen. What would you like to eat?"

"Just relax."

"it is good."

The only sound at the table was the soft clinking of spoons. Uncle Liu, having said something wrong earlier, didn't dare to say anything more now, while Wen Yan took the initiative to ask a lot of questions.

"Uncle Liu, you watched Xie Yin grow up, didn't you?"

"I guess so. I've been with the Xie family for decades."

Wen Yan asked curiously, "After all this time, what was Xie Yin like when he was a child? He can't still be as old-fashioned as he is now, can he?"

Uncle Liu nodded affirmatively and then shook his head: "The gentleman has always been like this. He had some special hobbies before, but due to family reasons, he still inherited the family business."

Wen Yan's question immediately opened up a floodgate of conversation for Uncle Liu, and once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

"Sir, you have a real talent for aesthetics, especially in painting. Your paintings, created when you were just a teenager, have already reached an international first-class level..."

Once they realized what was happening, they confessed everything.

His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly reassured himself, "It's okay, Lao Liu. He didn't say it on his own initiative. Miss Wen asked him. I can't lie to that young lady."

That's right.

Wen Yan wanted to learn more about Xie Yin and asked him a lot of questions, but they were all the same few things. This guy really lived a bland life.

Even a 60-year-old retiree doesn't follow a set pattern; he lives like a robot, utilizing time down to the millisecond.

I don't have any hobbies or interests. Oh, I forgot I used to like drawing, but I don't draw anymore.

With Wen Yan as a supportive audience member, Uncle Liu spoke even more enthusiastically, completely forgetting what Xie Yin had told him. In fact, he also had his own selfish motives.

Why did you choose to leave after taking care of someone all night? Isn't that obviously hypocritical?

He saw how these people had gone through it all and was anxious about it. He had finally met someone he liked, so how could he turn him away?

He's already earned enough for his retirement, so he'll accept being laid off.

After much deliberation, the words of asking her to leave lingered in his mouth for a moment before he finally swallowed them back down, leaving him with a few more words of advice.

“Miss Wen, the gentleman is a hypocrite. If you have any conflicts in your relationship, you can ask me more questions.”

He transformed into a top salesman, listing a whole host of Xie Yin's virtues, and concluded with the statement: There is no one in the world more suitable for marriage than Xie Yin.

As for why it's marriage instead of dating, well, given his rigid and methodical approach, let's just leave it at that.

Wen Yan left with a smile, saying she would come back to chat with Uncle Liu again next time.

She accepted Uncle Liu's kindness and went along with it, pretending she knew nothing.

Only Xie Yin felt heavy-hearted and extremely distressed.

He picked up Luo Qingqing's file, his well-defined knuckles slightly clenched, and stared coldly at the two-inch photo on it.

Is this his good nephew's man?

-

Luo Qingqing spent a night in fear and trembling, and only breathed a sigh of relief when someone came to find her as dawn broke. It seemed that Zhu Zhifeng had not betrayed her.

Her first attempt to harm someone failed, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. So she made a call to Saitama's cell phone, but no one answered.

He scoffed at that moment, thinking, "Men really can't be relied on."

After a moment's thought, I called Xie Yichen, who answered quickly: "Qingqing, you woke up so early today?"

Luo Qingqing lowered her voice, pretending to have just woken up, and said, "Hmm, I went to bed really early last night, thinking I'd call Yichen first thing this morning. By the way, Yichen, did something happen at the Qiao family's banquet last night?"

Xie Yichen was surprised by her quick change of topic, but still told her everything: "Yes, the Qiao family's affair was all over the place last night. I heard that the man is still in the hospital and hasn't woken up yet."

Luo Qingqing was shocked. Zhu Zhifeng was still unconscious? No wonder he hadn't implicated her.

She seemed startled: "Huh? How could this happen? Where is that woman?"

"That's the strange thing. There's only one man in the room, and you can't find anyone else."

"How did you determine that they were doing that kind of thing?"

"Because there's a strange smell in the room, and some marks," he suddenly whispered, "Qingqing, don't tell anyone. I heard that when the man was carried out, he was still standing. He might not have been with a woman, but with another man..."

Towards the end, his voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

Luo Qingqing was shocked and her mind was in complete chaos. Without a doubt, Zhu Zhifeng was straight. He was practically drooling over Wen Yan. This was definitely a setup.

The thought of his stupidity gave her a heart attack. This idiot would betray her sooner or later, so she might as well…

As if she had made up her mind, her smile became even gentler, and she hung up the phone hastily after asking about Zhu Zhifeng's hospital.