He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 39 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 14

Saitama, as if he hadn't eaten, kept biting her lips. Hearing this, he became even more excited and whispered in her ear, "I really want to lock you up."

After saying that, the two kissed passionately, reluctant to part.

Wen Yan waited quietly for a while, then waited a little longer...

Peeking out, I saw they hadn't finished kissing yet...

Never mind, she should go first.

"233, keep an eye on them, and tell me when Luo Qingqing makes her move."

After saying that, he touched the goosebumps on his hands, went downstairs, and left.

Luo Qingqing and Qi Yu finally stopped biting their lips and hugged each other tenderly.

"Qingqing," Qi Yu hesitated for a moment before saying, "You should break up with Xie Yichen. Even if it's not for my sake, think about it for your own."

Qingqing has fallen so low that she has to borrow money from me. Why choose a man who can't even support his own lover?

A fleeting look of panic crossed Luo Qingqing's face. Xie Yichen had actually given her quite a bit, but with the system, that money-devouring beast, no amount of money could help.

"Brother Saitama, please stop talking, I..." She choked up and nestled into his arms.

They could only try to gloss over it for now. After all, Saitama was just a side branch of the family, and she knew what to do.

A calculating glint flashed in Luo Qingqing's eyes.

What could Saitama say? He could only hug her and try his best to coax her.

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Wen Yan had already eaten three servings of fruit, hoping the two of them would hurry up, but Luo Qingqing didn't appear even after waiting for a long time.

"This female lead is really something, she has no ambition at all."

233, cracking sunflower seeds, chimed in, "That's right, that's right. The banquet is almost over, and that spiked drink still hasn't been delivered to you. The efficiency is too low."

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, the waiter came over with a tray.

Here it comes.

The waiter didn't say much, left a glass of wine, and quickly left.

Wen Yan held her wine glass, took a small sip, and caught a glimpse of the familiar skirt in the corner, which made her smile coldly.

Luo Qingqing huddled in the corner, trembling with excitement, her fingers gripping her dress tightly, feeling a surge of exhilaration.

Wen Yan, Wen Yan, I never thought you'd end up like this.

She gave the man in the distance a wink, then walked away haughtily.

Blame it on you for blocking my way; the position of Mrs. Xie can only be mine.

As soon as she left, Wen Yan turned around and vomited the wine.

This person is really something, peeking but not finishing reading, she hasn't even swallowed it yet.

It's time to put your acting skills to the test.

Wen Yan was in a daze and grabbed someone, saying that she was drunk and asked if there was a room she could rest in.

The man's eyes gleamed, and his greasy face couldn't hide his lust. He was also restless as he held Wen Yan's hand and hurried upstairs.

He was moving so fast that he almost tripped her several times.

The plan proceeded smoothly; she was just waiting to knock the man down as soon as they entered the room, and then capture Luo Qingqing.

Who knows——

"stop."

Just as she reached the room door, her slender forearm was grabbed, the force of which was not light.

Xie Yin's brows were gloomy, his deep gray eyes were chilling, and his calm tone was like the last peace before a storm.

Where do you want to take my fiancée?

The air grew heavy and tense.

The greasy man broke out in a cold sweat under the stare, swallowed hard, and stammered, "This lady is... drunk... drunk. I... I'll take her to... rest."

"Oh, is that so? No need to trouble you, I can handle it."

Xie Yin was furious. He glanced over casually and saw Wen Yan being helped upstairs by a fat, big-faced man. He was terrified.

I dropped the cup and ran this way, luckily I made it in time.

With a strong pull, he drew Wen Yan into his arms, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her outside.

He stopped halfway through the walk and casually asked, "So you're the young master of the Zhu family?"

Zhu Zhifeng was so scared he wet himself, and he gave an incoherent explanation.

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie, I didn't know, I... I was instructed by someone... Luo Qingqing, yes, it was her..."

However, no one noticed that Xie Yin had already walked far away.

Is it Luo Qingqing? She's already getting close to him. It seems that even if I'm kind to her for a long time, there's always someone trying to cause trouble.

Wen Yan, who fainted from traditional Chinese medicine and was held in someone's arms, asked: "Is it too late for someone to give me the medicine now?"

Damn it, I had planned everything so meticulously, yet I completely forgot about Xie Yin.

I originally planned to deal with Luo Qingqing once and for all and take over the system, but it seems I'll have to do that next time.

No wonder she's the female lead; she's just so lucky.

A black Maybach sped through the night, the front dashboard slowly rising to create a narrow space.

Wen Yan's face flushed red, appearing particularly ambiguous under the warm yellow light. Her eyes, seemingly drunk yet filled with mist, stared brightly at him.

His Adam's apple bobbed as memories of that night resurfaced, and his breath began to feel hot.

He awkwardly avoided eye contact, quickly taking off his coat to cover his sinister face.

"Yan Yan, be good, just bear with it a little longer, okay? We'll be at the hospital soon."

He gently coaxed her, his arms tightening around her.

"Uncle... Xie Yin... I feel so bad, so hot, please help me, am I going to die?"

She squirmed in his arms, her slender fingers clutching his shirt. The close-fitting shirt outlined his alluring muscles, and the buttons at the collar burst open as if unable to bear the strain, revealing her fair collarbone.

Xie Yin's other thoughts vanished, replaced by a renewed sense of tenderness in his aching heart.

When did his research involve these sordid things?

"I'm here, I'm here, Uncle's here, don't worry, we'll just go to the hospital, Yan Yan, can you bear it a little longer?"

Upon hearing the word "hospital," Wen Yan immediately exploded, using her remaining consciousness to strongly object: "I'm not going to the hospital, I'm scared, I'm not going, Xie Yin... Waaah, don't go to the hospital."

A sobbing sound came from behind her. Xie Yin hurriedly lifted the coat covering her face, revealing a dark water stain on the cuff that was quite noticeable.

Wen Yan couldn't stop crying; her face was filled with panic, and tears once again filled the original marks.

Xie Yin's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that when he looked at her information before, he learned that her mother had died in the hospital, leaving a deep shadow on her as a child.

A pang of guilt shot through my heart: "Okay, let's not go, let's go home, let's go home."

"Xie Yin," Wen Yan cried, "Kiss me, please kiss me."

Hesitation was not in his nature; as the girl uttered those pleading words, his lips were already on hers.

He gently licked and caressed her, one hand holding her neck and pressing her lower lip open, his wet, soft tongue following her in a dance.

His kisses were urgent and rapid, like a raging wind, fierce and omnipresent.

Wen Yan couldn't even respond to him; she could only barely raise her neck and cling to him, passively accepting his intrusion.

His body became softer and softer, more and more boneless, like a puddle of water being held in his palm and played with repeatedly.

The car had been parked for a long time when Xie Yin opened the door. His sexy, thin lips looked as if they had been thoroughly loved, so luscious that they made one blush.

The button was ripped off, and there was a thin bloodstain on her neck.

Xie Yin carried Wen Yan out of the car and strode forward.

The butler followed him and said, "Sir, the doctor has arrived."

Xie Yin nodded slightly, his steps somewhat unsteady.