He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 164 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 22

Qinzhou.

The city itself wasn't particularly bustling. Compared to the prosperous capital and the misty, rainy southward journey, Qinzhou was far more ordinary.

The closer I get, the stronger the feeling of my heartstrings trembling becomes.

Wen Yan understood; these were the lingering emotions of the original owner, and she probably missed home too.

After entering the city, she did not take Yan Wei around immediately, but went home first.

In front of the Wen family courtyard, a beautiful woman in a light blue dress with a wooden hairpin in her hair kept gazing into the distance, her eyes filled with sorrow.

She has the typical features of someone from the Jiangnan water towns: a slender waist, delicate features, and eyebrows like distant green mountains. Her elegant temperament has only grown stronger with the passage of time.

"Ah Wan, be careful not to catch a cold."

Wen Zhenyue grabbed a cloak and strode over, carefully draping it over Awan's shoulders with practiced ease.

"Wen Xiaoyan is really asking for trouble..."

He had barely started talking when A-Wan looked straight at him with worried eyes, so he immediately stopped talking: "Alright, alright, I won't talk about our daughter anymore, don't be sad."

Wen Zhenyue immediately changed his tune, but in his heart he was cursing Wen Yan terribly.

After fastening his cloak, he straightened up and stood a little to the left and in front of Awan. His tall and sturdy body leaned forward, and even the fiercest wind subsided a bit.

His dark face alone caused passersby to keep their distance.

Fortunately, Wen Yan didn't keep them waiting too long. As soon as the car stopped, she jumped out and went straight to A Wan.

"Mother!"

The clear voice made Awan burst into tears. She rushed over and hugged her beloved daughter, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiao Yan, look at you, your mother has lost weight and gotten darker. You've suffered a lot."

Awan stroked Wenyan's hair back and forth, her soft hand resting on her shoulder and smoothing it gently, her clear and melancholy eyes trembling slightly.

Like all children who love their mothers, she felt sorry for Wen Yan no matter what she did.

"Alright, alright, she's perfectly fine."

Wen Zhenyue pulled Wen Yan out of his wife's arms with a sour face, unable to utter a single kind word. However, his mood improved slightly when he caught sight of Yan Wei coming down next.

As expected of his daughter, she's won over this little man.

Awan also noticed this aloof and elegant man.

His collar was covered with snow fox fur, which made his face look as white as jade. His aloof temperament was natural, and even the strands of hair that were lifted by the cold wind exuded nobility.

Awan glanced at Wen Zhenyue, who nodded affirmatively, gave her a thumbs-up, and looked smug.

Awan immediately understood that this was the husband Xiaoyan had chosen.

Wen Yan took Yan Wei's hand and showed it to A Wan, very proudly saying, "The husband I found is just as gentle as my mother."

Yan Wei bowed slightly, his voice as gentle as white jade striking bamboo: "Greetings, Mother-in-law."

Awan carefully examined him from head to toe. Wen Yan leaned closer and whispered something to him. A moment later, her furrowed brows relaxed, her eyes filled with a smile, and she radiated a gentle warmth.

"Good child, please get up. Now that you're here, you're family."

Yan Wei loosened his clenched fist, and his anxious heart finally calmed down for a moment.

"Yes."

He responded softly, turned around and greeted Wen Zhenyue again. He only breathed a sigh of relief when Wen Zhenyue patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"It's chilly outside, let's go inside and talk."

Awan led the people into the inner courtyard.

The Wen family home was quite large, and there was a willow tree in the courtyard as thick as a person. It looked quite old, and in the early winter, a few wisps of wind occasionally blew by, causing the drooping branches to sway slightly.

The group passed the artificial hill and crossed a small bridge before reaching the main hall.

Yan and Wei carefully examined the places Yan Yan had mentioned.

My gaze lingered there again and again.

Wen Yan secretly lagged a few steps behind him, stopped beside him, quietly reached out and tugged at his sleeve, her eyebrows curving into crescent shapes.