He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 167 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 25 (The End)

Wen Yan's idea of ​​taking a stroll was different from Yan Wei's.

He stood in front of Yihong Pavilion, unsure whether to go in or back, his aloof demeanor somewhat diminished.

Wen Yan pushed him into the courtyard and beckoned two girls with slender waists to come over: "Tell the landlady that the Wen family's daughter has come to listen to the music."

"So it's Young Master Wen. This way, please."

The second floor of Yihong Pavilion is incredibly valuable; if you step on it with your shoes, the money in your pocket will disappear in a few swishes.

"Where's the girl I usually order? Call her over."

She sat on a pearwood chair, her posture relaxed and casual, propping her chin up as she looked at Yan Wei sitting beside her: "I used to come here often to listen to music. There was a girl who really resonated with me. You should listen to her too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wei's face turned cold, but he couldn't bear to say even a harsh word to Wen Yan.

He simply met her teasing gaze without saying a word, a dark fire igniting in his red eyes. Wen Yan's heart tightened, and the skin he brushed against felt like it was being scorched by a cold flame.

It was scalding hot, yet it chilled me to the bone.

Wen Yan was startled and was about to ask a question when the girl he had called came up.

The pipa, half a person's height, was held between strong muscles, and when the girl started to sing, the water in the teacups on the second floor would often spill.

The powerful roar seemed to pull one to the northern frontier where yellow sand swirled, and the pipa's notes, with their resounding tones, were like the aftershocks of a roar from the depths of the desert.

Yan Wei almost experienced tinnitus.

He turned his head and saw a girl who was two feet tall, holding a pipa, looking very bold. Her skirt was bulky, and her strong, muscular calves were faintly visible at the hem.

"Is this a girl from Qinzhou?"

Yan Wei took a breath; the direct visual and auditory impact left him silent for a long time before he finally asked the question.

"Yes, her name is A Xiang. My father works for a security escort agency. He's poor and comes here occasionally to sing. I often take care of her."

"His northern accent made my blood boil."

"How about that? After listening, don't you feel a sense of heroic spirit, like carrying a sword and setting off on a journey to explore the world alone?"

Yan Wei sipped his tea, suppressing his inner shock.

Yan Yan is indeed no ordinary woman.

That's true. Normally, a woman wouldn't strip him of his clothes, pin his wrists, or wrap her arms around him and push him onto the bed on the first meeting.

After the song ended, Wen Yan didn't request a second one. After giving Yan Wei a tip, she took him to explore other places.

I didn't get home until night fell, still carrying the beggar's chicken I bought in the alley. Moonlight streamed down, casting two shadows, one long and one short, on the stone pavement.

They seem to be a perfect match for each other out of nowhere.

Yan Wei held her hand with one hand and carried a beggar's chicken in the other, and they walked slowly on their way home.

Everything seemed to have a sense of belonging.

"Yan Yan, would you like to go to the Northwest?"

"miss you!"

Wen Yan's eyes lit up: "I don't just want to go to the Northwest, I also want to go to Lingnan, and to many more places."

"Okay, let's go together."

Yan Wei responded to her, and began to long for a world just for the two of them.

"Wait until later. After you get all the bugs off your body, oh right, and the new bugs that got in too."

Wen Yan didn't say it intentionally, but just mentioning Yan and Wei sent chills down her spine.

He instinctively gripped Wen Yan's hand tightly, waves of fear washing over him. His clenched fingers instantly lost their warmth, becoming like ice.

Wen Yan stopped, turned her head to look at him, and the smile on her face disappeared.

Yan Wei spoke uneasily, "Yan Yan..."

"I know, if I could cast a spell on you, would I not know I'm under its spell?"

She sighed again, slowly embracing his trembling body, listening to his panicked apology in her ear, trying to be as coherent as possible: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I was just worried that my parents-in-law wouldn't agree."

"I didn't mean it, please don't be angry, please, Yanyan. Don't look at me like that."

Yan Wei couldn't stand Wen Yan's expressionless gaze. Even when Wen Yan looked at him with the same eyes one would give a normal person, he felt like he was going to die from the discomfort.

He would go crazy if he couldn't find tenderness or love in her eyes.

"Punish me then."

A plea that was almost a whisper.

Before Wen Yan could say anything, he was already in a state of panic, and the warmth he had felt when he was looking forward to the future had faded somewhat.

She comforted him, going along with his anxious emotions, until he regained his composure and repeatedly assured her that she would never abandon him again.

Wen Yan has developed a great deal of patience when it comes to the Yan and Wei states.

It's natural for people to have more affection for those they like, which is understandable. However, she couldn't bear to see Yan Wei hurt her, no matter what the reason.

"This is the last time. If you hurt yourself again, I won't want you anymore."

Wen Yan hardened her heart and threatened him.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yan Wei trembled as he held her: "There will never be a next time."

Wen Yan nodded in satisfaction and continued to walk home with him.

The ordinary days passed quickly, the poplar trees sprouted new shoots, and the treetops showed a hint of green.

On the ninth day of the second lunar month, Wen Yan sat in a bridal sedan chair, while Yan Wei rode a white horse with a red silk ribbon around its neck, and circled the city of Qinzhou.

Qinzhou City has never been so lively. Copper coins are scattered from one end to the other, and it's impossible to pick them up quickly enough.

Wen Zhenyue drank round after round of wine with a smile on his face. Only when he was drunk did he feel a pang of sadness. He grabbed Awan and almost burst into tears: "Wen Xiaoyan has grown up. She was so small back then. I was afraid I would have strangled her if I had her in my arms..."

The tough guy shed tears, a truly pitiful sight.

Awan helped Wen Zhenyue stagger back to his room. After listening to him ramble on all the way, her festive mood faded a bit, and her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears: "Why are you saying all this on such a joyous occasion? Young people have their own way of being excessive."

As night deepened, Yan Wei bid farewell to everyone and headed to his room, his legs trembling upon closer inspection.

He was very anxious, and this anxiety only slowly dissipated when he lifted Wen Yan's red veil and saw her graceful figure in the dim candlelight.

His heart pounded, and the moment he embraced Wen Yan, he felt so happy he almost died.

Yan Wei's eyes reddened in a daze.

This time it's his turn to dominate her.

His fair, slender wrists were pressed against his head, and everything was red. Yan Wei couldn't see Wen Yan's face clearly, so he had to move closer and closer, lower his head to examine her, and feel her every tremor.

Large beads of sweat dripped down her skin, making her already rosy complexion even more alluring.

"Research, research, research, research..."

The states of Yan and Wei drowned in a wave of euphoria.

From then on, the blind madman regained his sight, and because of her, he began to have a sliver of hope for this broken and dilapidated world.

……

Another year.

Wen Yan has not yet achieved her plan to annihilate Chen.

Because Yan Wei is so persistent, she still can't think of any reason to leave him for more than an hour.

She was upset, but not much; occasionally, when she thought about it, she would ponder who this person was.

Chen Ping saw that they had completely withdrawn from their world, and Wen Yan rarely had the energy to think about him anymore.

He often thought of the beautiful scenery of the northern frontier. After Yan and Wei had recovered enough, he dragged him onto a carriage and began to wander around.

Outside the car, 233 cracked some sunflower seeds and tugged on the reins a few times, while inside, Yan Wei and Wen Yan held hands.

Yan Wei stared at Wen Yan's profile with fascination.

Because of her, the world began to have meaning for him.