He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 308 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 27

The study on the second floor of the Chen family home.

Chen Yan pushed Old Man Chen to the desk, where the subtle fragrance of sandalwood wood wafted gently.

Wen Yan had barely stepped inside when she heard Old Man Chen's cold sneer: "Whoever dares to enter my Chen family study—"

The words have not yet fallen.

Chen Yan pushed hard with his wrist, and the old man, whose bones were brittle, suddenly lurched forward, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly grabbed the handrail.

Before the reprimand could be uttered, Chen Yan said in a calm voice, "I am an illegitimate child, I am not worthy to enter the Chen family study."

Old Chen's eyes widened. "Illegitimate child? What illegitimate child?! Where is he?"

He immediately became furious: "What's wrong with you! Haven't you been in there enough already? Don't you know who I'm talking about?"

He was about to grab his crutch and hit Chen Yan when he grabbed at it but couldn't catch it. He then remembered that Chen Yan had pushed him up there and he hadn't taken the crutch with him.

As if Chen Yan wasn't angry enough, her calm, flat voice pierced his spine with every word:

“I’m telling the truth. If you don’t know how I got here, why don’t you ask that heavy wooden table in your office?”

"No, that's how Seventh Brother and Eighth Brother came to be."

"I don't even know who to ask anymore."

Wen Yan stepped halfway into the study, unsure whether to go in or back, and stood there blankly.

This is the first time I've met this eccentric Chen Yan—

Wow... amazing!

"Shut up!" Old Chen's eyes were red with anger, and he was panting heavily. "Believe me or not, you won't get a single penny!"

People care about their reputation, especially someone like Old Man Chen who would love to take his good name with him to the grave. The older he gets, the more meticulous he becomes about saving face.

“Perfect, let’s remove him from the list.” Chen Yan didn’t care at all.

He dreamed of being expelled from the Chen family, but would Old Man Chen let him go?

Once he breaks away from the Chen family, the shares he owns will become unclaimed meat, and those hyenas will come crawling at the smell. The delicate balance that Old Man Chen painstakingly maintained will crumble at the slightest touch.

Old Chen sneered, "You want to get rid of me? I won't."

This is also a way for him to save face.

He'd never seen anyone like this before. Others would fight tooth and nail for shares, and he was using the threat of not inheriting them as leverage?

Chen Yan was unsurprised by this outcome, and glanced at Old Man Chen, saying, "Then don't make me angry."

Old Chen: ...Huh?

"I am your father!"

Chen Yan ignored him and spoke softly to Wen Yan, "I need to discuss something with him. Why don't you go play over there?"

He pointed to the light blue sofa in the study and added, "There are magazines there. You can flip through them when you're bored. It won't take long."

Wen Yan nodded.

Chen Yan smiled and patted her head. "Stay within my sight and don't run around."

Use a tone appropriate for a child.

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Chen Yan smiled gently, "Good girl."

He turned his head, his face ashen. "Let's talk."

Old Man Chen, who witnessed his instant change of expression: ...

Wen Yan wiped her burning ears and sat down like a little girl.

Seriously, they've regressed.

When did she become so thin-skinned?

I came to attend the wedding, but I didn't see the ceremony, and when I came out, I didn't know where the bride and groom were.

Wen Yan ate a few bites of the small cake, but couldn't hold back any longer. She decided to go find Bai Nuannuan.

Just as I was about to leave, Chen Yan leaned closer and asked, "Where are you going?"

Wen Yan mumbled: "The restroom."

"I'll accompany you."

Several minutes passed, and Wen Yan stood blankly in the bathroom. A man was waiting for her at the door, calling her name every few minutes.

"Wen Yan?"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then a voice from the doorway called out anxiously, "Wen Yan!"

She could only cover her face and say, "I'm here, I'm here."

I saw the newlyweds again at the end of the banquet.

She held the champagne in her hand for almost the entire time, and when she saw Shen Sijin, she almost burst into tears.

The champagne that was accidentally handed to her in the plot, now it's time to say goodbye.

Wen Yan was eager to try, "Chen Yan, let's go and pay our respects to your nephew and niece-in-law."

Chen Yan glanced silently at Shen Sijin, then at Wen Yan's interested little face. His teeth itched, and he wanted to bite into the soft flesh and grind it in his mouth.

He reached out, took the wine from Wen Yan's hand, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth, then expressionlessly handed the empty glass back to her, saying, "I'm not going."

Wen Yan stood there dumbfounded, holding the empty wine glass.

What is he doing?

Is it regular liquor? He just gulped it down!

Wen Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. He had just grabbed her and dumped her drink like a gust of wind, so fast that she hadn't even had time to react. Now that she had, she was on the verge of a breakdown: "If you wanted a drink, why didn't you get it yourself! Why did you snatch it from my hand?"

Chen Yan sipped the wine from his lips, his gaze deep as he looked into Wen Yan's shimmering eyes, a bitter feeling welling up inside him: "Your wine, I can't drink it?"

Wen Yan had no words to express her frustration and gave in, saying, "You can drink, you can drink, only you can drink."

She casually put the cup down, grabbed Chen Yan's arm, and hurried outside.

They had no time to care about the male and female leads' affairs; what they were holding in their hands was a hot potato.

Chen Yan smiled, clearly enjoying himself.

He rubbed his large hand against her small hand, feeling the air was warm, and casually loosened his tie, unbuttoning two buttons.

After walking through a long corridor, just a few steps from the courtyard gate, Wen Yan turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "Where did your buttons go?"

Chen Yan's narrow eyes were tinged with red, his handsome face, which usually kept people at a distance, was tense, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

He was a beat slow to think; he had pulled too hard and tore it. The words that came out of his mouth were: "The button is of poor quality and falls off easily."

"You're saying your custom-made shirt isn't good quality?"

He still had to say something when he saw Chen Yan.

Wen Yan quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth, "Alright, alright, I won't argue with you anymore."

Then she put it down and hurriedly tried to tie his loose tie, which was about to fall off at any moment. She watched as his skin became hot and red, and his eyes, like glass soaked in wine, shimmered with pearly light.

"Yan Yan, I feel so bad."

Chen Yan buried his face in Wen Yan's neck, took a deep breath, but it wasn't enough, so he buried himself deeper and deeper, murmuring incessantly.

Hot lips rubbed gently against her neck, sending waves of heat through her.

With each opening and closing, a thick spray of scorching heat tingled Wen Yan's bones.

"Chen, Chen Yan, please restrain yourself—"