He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 307 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 26

The weddings of wealthy families can be described in one word: extravagant.

To describe it in four words: outrageously extravagant!

Especially the Chen family, a top-tier wealthy and luxurious family.

Wen Yan blinked her dry eyes with great difficulty, trying her best to portray a completely lost character.

It's as if I've accidentally stepped into a melodramatic short film, and inexplicably picked up a boyfriend who's a rich second-generation heir—no, a member of the top elite social circle.

Wen Yan quietly changed to a more advanced title.

The crowd fell silent for a second, and then a group of people moved closer to one place, seemingly by accident. Wen Yan squinted and checked the person's information in her mind.

"This looks like...your dad?" Wen pointed with trembling hands to the octogenarian sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by a group of elite men, blinking in disbelief.

If that's true, then he's Chen Yan, born in his sixties?

Chen Yan looked in the direction she was pointing.

It was his father, who was about to be buried.

A mocking smile flashed across his lips. Chen Yan lowered his head and took her cool fingers in his mouth, calmly saying, "Mm."

Wen Yan secretly clicked her tongue in amazement; the old man really knew how to play the game.

She wore a light white strapless dress, her graceful shoulders and neck exposed to the air, her skin white and delicate, more radiant and clear than the moon in the sky.

She exudes the unique beauty of a young girl, standing in the crowd like a piece of unblemished jade.

Especially since the aloof and cold man standing next to Chen Yan was holding a delicate flower bud, attracting frequent glances.

Ignoring everyone else, Chen Yan took off his coat and draped it over Wen Yan. He coldly glanced at the several malicious probing gazes, then changed his grip on Wen Yan's hand to his waist, protecting her tightly.

He whispered in his ear, "Stay by my side, don't be alone."

Seeing Wen Yan nod obediently, Chen Yan's heart melted.

He raised his hand to touch her face, but worried about ruining her makeup, so he compromised and took her hand, gently touching it to his lips.

Wen Yan was preoccupied with the plot when she suddenly felt an itch in her palm. A black head was nibbling at her hand.

Even with her thick skin, she felt awkward from the various peeping eyes around her. She tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't. She gently pushed him, saying, "Chen Yan, no, no, outside."

Chen Yan paused.

Yeah, I got carried away and forgot.

Chen Yan looked up nonchalantly and led Wen Yan toward the corner when a murky voice suddenly called out to him.

"Ninth Brother, come to my side."

The surrounding crowd automatically parted to create a path leading directly from Chen Yan to Old Man Chen.

Old Chen, with his gray hair and cloudy, sharp eyes filled with the unique shrewdness of a businessman, seized the position of the groom, acting as if he were the protagonist.

Bai Nuannuan awkwardly tugged at the corner of Shen Sijin's suit, making her custom-made exquisite wedding dress look ridiculous now, because Old Man Chen had just ordered her to change it.

The original words were, "A perfectly good wedding dress has been turned into a gold-selling business, with gold hanging everywhere, like a nouveau riche, vulgar."

Bai Nuannuan's expression shifted between black and white; though she was being humiliated, she dared not utter a sound and had to force a smile.

She called out to Shen Sijin, her groom, the man she would rely on for the rest of her life, with a pained expression, "Sijin."

"Go change." Shen Sijin couldn't disobey Old Man Chen, so he had no choice but to let Bai Nuannuan suffer.

When Wen Yan arrived, she passed by Bai Nuannuan. She nodded to Bai Nuannuan as a greeting, but Bai Nuannuan seemed not to see her.

"Shen Sijin, you go change too." Old Chen glanced at his grandson in the white suit beside him. "Are you going to a funeral?"

To be honest, he hated his suits, and to be even more honest, he hated his last name.

Why should the descendants of the Chen family adopt a surname other than their own?

Even if it was an adoption, he should still be named Chen Shensijin!

The eldest son of the Chen family stepped forward and patted the old man on the back, "Dad, calm down, Sijin had no choice." He gestured for Shen Sijin to leave quickly.

Old Man Chen scoffed, but thinking of the Shen family's vast fortune, which would eventually belong to the Chen family, he managed a weak hum and suppressed his displeasure for the time being.

Chen Yan stepped forward again, his face, which bore a striking resemblance to Chen Yan's, still bearing the same chilling expression, neither flattering nor fawning. Chen Yan felt slightly more at ease.

Of the nine children, only the youngest son is worth anything; no one covets his money.

The nine children of the Chen family were all gathered here, clearly to discuss something, while the others tactfully moved away to socialize elsewhere.

The purpose of the event is not to watch the bride and groom exchange vows, but to build connections and projects, so it doesn't matter at all if the bride and groom are not there.

The wedding was just a facade, concealing the diverse thoughts of everyone present.

A dozen pairs of eyes from the Chen family fell on Wen Yan, some probing, some malicious, some vulgar, like applying putty, sticky and unpleasant.

A calculating look in a businessman's eyes.

"Aren't you going to introduce him?" Old Chen spoke first.

"Wen Yan, my fiancée."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Old Chen searched his memory to see which family's daughter this was, but found no such person.

He really is just an ordinary person!

Chen Laoda thought to himself, "Has Lao Jiu gone mad?"

It's good that he's gone mad; at least there's one less competitor.

The others, each with their own ulterior motives, offered insincere congratulations.

They showered her with compliments like "a match made in heaven" and "they look alike"... They were throwing sweet words at her like they were free.

Only Old Man Chen's face darkened. "Are you serious?"

"Ah."

"Come here, push me to the study."

Chen Yan grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, and Wen Yan followed in small steps.

Old Chen pretended to stop him, but Chen Yan's aura suddenly turned cold, and he stopped to look at him.

Old Chen was in a dilemma. He turned his head and saw that Old Chen was not responding. He couldn't guess what Old Chen was thinking, so he pretended to stop him. When he saw that Chen Yan's eyes had changed, he immediately gave up.

"Go on, go on, haha. Really, why are you staring at your brother like that? It's kind of cold, haha, haha." Boss Chen laughed awkwardly.

Wen Yan originally wanted to take this opportunity to meet Bai Nuannuan and follow the plot.

Now he's stuck with Chen Yan, unable to leave her side even for a moment.

Bai Nuannuan changed into a red cheongsam, understated and retro, with no flaws. Shen Sijin changed into a black suit with green bamboo embroidered on the cuffs and chest.

The handsome man and beautiful woman are a good match.

Bai Nuannuan took Shen Sijin's arm and went downstairs towards the Chen family members who had gathered. After stopping, she found that Old Man Chen was gone and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something, the people around her started talking about business, and she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

She intentionally steered the conversation towards more everyday topics, making sure every sentence was relevant and grounded in reality.

Even if Bai Nuannuan was slow to notice, she could still sense the rejection.

No matter how well it was concealed, the subtle arrogance and prejudice of the upper class were like slaps to her face, resounding loudly.

Bai Nuannuan gripped Shen Sijin's hand so tightly it turned white. Shen Sijin hissed softly, and Bai Nuannuan realized what was happening. She loosened her grip slightly and swallowed her bitterness.

Bai Nuannuan, you deserve it. Marrying into a wealthy family isn't that easy. For your mother's sake, just bear with it.