He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 38 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 13

Wen Yan's surprised voice came through the receiver: "It really is you? Wait a moment, I'll be right down."

She jumped up and down excitedly, waving at him, her joy genuine.

She was wearing a pink nightgown, arms outstretched, running breathlessly towards him, as if she were his angel, descending to earth specifically to hug him. He remembered this scene for a long time.

This shade of pink is the only color tonight, and the only bright spot in his life.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart and opened his arms to receive the warm embrace.

Her soft body sank into his arms, and he felt like a fish dying of thirst, gasping for breath in the rushing water, as if he were about to drown at any moment.

He slowly buried his head in her neck, the girl's sweet fragrance filling his nostrils, enticing him to kiss her.

A light, fleeting kiss landed on her neck, the warmth of her skin melting away the coolness from his lips.

Wen Yan was startled by his enthusiasm. The place where his kiss landed felt itchy and cool, giving her a strange sense of shyness.

"Hey, what brings you here so late at night? If I hadn't accidentally peeked out, you would have been waiting for ages!"

Even though he was holding her tightly, Wen Yan didn't forget to complain about his strange behavior.

"Yeah, my bad."

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he appeared remarkably calm, except for his heavier breathing and unusually rapid heartbeat.

Later, he casually asked her why she rushed down to hug him that night.

Without thinking, she said that since he was standing there alone, looking melancholy and lonely, perhaps a hug would make him a little happier.

Wen Yan felt a little dizzy and couldn't remember how she got back to her room. She felt like her head was about to be suffocated by the hug.

Lying in bed, I thought about it carefully and realized something was wrong. How could this incredibly aloof old man possibly be into such a naive little romance?

Hmm, there's definitely something wrong here.

"233 What happened to Xie Yin while I was sleeping?"

After all, it was the cat that woke her up and made her go downstairs.

"Xie Yin confessed your relationship to Grandpa Xie, and then it seems like you two had a falling out."

233 showed Wen Yan the scene where the father and son confronted each other in the study.

She narrowed her eyes and gave a cold laugh: "What do you mean 'whatever'? You just dumped me into the old man's hands like that? Men really are no good."

233: Should I remind you, host, that you almost hugged someone forever just now?

"Let's see how much affection he has?"

"Hey? It went up! It's 62 now, wow! It didn't go up at all, but it went up 32 points? That's really generous."

233's face was beaming with laughter.

Wen Yan's anger subsided a little; it was somewhat worth it for her to have struggled to get out of bed in the middle of the night to bring warmth.

The next day, Wen's father, unusually, didn't go out. He sat on the sofa leisurely sipping tea, his face contorted from the bitterness. Just as he was about to put the tea down, he noticed Wen Yan coming downstairs, her posture immediately straightened.

“Yanyan, you know our family is very open-minded, and your dad isn’t some old-fashioned person either.”

Wen's father couldn't hide his gossipy gaze; his eyes were practically radiating laser light, making Wen Yan feel uneasy.

"Dad? What are you saying?"

After coughing a few times, Mr. Wen said, "Let me make this clear beforehand, your dad isn't the kind of person who peeks at others. I just accidentally caught a glimpse... Who was that boy last night? Why didn't you bring him home for Dad to see?..."

Wen Yan didn't hesitate and sat down next to her father, pretending to be troubled: "Sigh, it's not that I'm unwilling, the key is that we've just started dating and it's not stable yet."

"It's alright, it's alright, we'll talk about it once things stabilize. What's your name, young man? Where do you live? How old are you?"

Father Wen's inner thoughts: This kid is amazing! He managed to win back his precious daughter, who had been heartbroken, in such a short time. He's a real man!

"you know too."

"Hmm? I knew that too?"

"Yes, it's Xie Yin. The one I told you about before."

"Xie Yin, what a good name..." Father Wen didn't care about anything else and praised it first, until after he said the name aloud, he let out a sharp, explosive sound: "Xie Yin!? That one from the Xie family?"

Wen Yan was already used to his overreactions, and calmly ate her grapes, saying, "Yes, it's him."

Wen's father stood bewildered in the wind.

No, how could it really be him?

Mr. Wen hesitated, then said, "Yanyan, look at your ages..."

Does he look old?

"This... is not obvious. But, he's a difficult person to understand."

Seeing her father's dilemma, Wen Yan said earnestly, "That's what makes your daughter so amazing; she managed to handle such a difficult person."

Mr. Wen was still unwilling. He was joking; how could his beautiful, delicate daughter be paired with that cunning, treacherous, smiling old fox?

“Dad, you should think of it this way: Xie Yin is rich, he definitely wouldn’t care about our meager resources. He might even help us out a bit, which is much better than that bloodsucker Xie Yichen.”

Wen's father looked hesitant.

Wen Yan pressed on: "And another thing, he's very knowledgeable and experienced; he could definitely give my daughter some pointers on business matters..."

With her small mouth, she can practically turn black into white; being with Xie Yin is all benefits and no harm.

Wen's father was so convinced that he thought it made sense, so he agreed.

"As expected of Yan Yan, she can even handle Xie Yin. She's really amazing."

"Of course, don't you know whose daughter I am?"

"Then bring your family back for a meal when you have some free time."

"Okay. But Dad, why didn't you go to the company today?" Wen Yan almost forgot that she had just wanted to ask that.

Mr. Wen slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot. Today is your Grandpa Qiao's birthday banquet, and he invited us. Don't forget!"

"Okay, I won't forget."

Wen Yan readily agreed. If she remembered correctly, this was a crucial moment, and there was another performance waiting for her to sing. How could she possibly miss it?

*

The stars twinkled, and the night breeze was slightly chilly.

Western classical music echoed in the hall, its elegant melodies spreading slowly, attracting dignitaries who strolled about with great enjoyment.

Wen Yan took her father's hand, greeted Uncle Qiao and Grandpa Qiao, and then found a place to stay by herself.

"Dad, I won't disturb your reminiscing."

Grandpa Qiao smiled kindly: "You silly girl, go ahead and make yourself at home."

Wen Yan sat on the small sofa in the corner, silently searching for Luo Qingqing's figure, and finally saw her on the second-floor balcony.

I got up and went over to take a look, and it was another case of "do not look at what is improper".

Seriously, are the male and female leads really that brazen? Exchanging saliva in public every single day?

No, this guy doesn't look like Xie Yichen's... Wen Yan got excited again. Picking wildflowers, huh?

The female lead really knows how to play the game.

"Qi...Qiyu...Brother, we...we can't do this~"

Luo Qingqing feigned reluctance, her flushed face tilting back slightly, her hand pressed against her chest without even the force a kitten would use to tickle.

He uttered three or four different tones in one sentence.