He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 220 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 27

Grandma Wen was speechless for a moment, then naturally changed the subject. She could tell that Xiao Yan was more energetic than before.

With her eyes slightly moist, Grandma Wen turned her face away, not wanting her granddaughter to see her looking so heartbroken.

She should be happy that Xiaoyan is doing well.

Wen Yan leaned against Grandma Wen's chest, just like she had leaned against her countless times when she woke up in the middle of the night.

"Grandma, don't be sad. People always look forward."

"Yes, look ahead."

Grandma Wen gently hugged Wen Yan, stroking her soft hair, no longer worried about her granddaughter being all alone.

After officially registering their marriage, the next step for Fu Chen was to prepare for the wedding.

Wen Yan is someone who hates trouble, so Fu Chen naturally took on all the preparations. He was extremely patient and handled even the smallest details in an orderly manner.

One day, Wen Yan began to have doubts. With the wedding date approaching, she was a little nervous. Why didn't Fu Chen react at all?

Fu Chen was sleeping right next to her. He moved the hand that was around her waist, pulling her closer, while his other hand patted her back casually.

Wen Yan thought he was awake and looked up at him.

His eyes remained closed, his thick eyelashes casting shadows.

Wen Yan nestled quietly back into his arms, feeling the gentle strength coming from his back, and soon fell asleep again.

The next day, when Wen Yan woke up, she was surprised to see Fu Chen in bed. He brushed the strands of hair that were hanging down her cheek and said softly, "Good morning, wife."

"Didn't you go to the company?"

"I didn't go. I'm taking care of more important things at home today."

Wen Yan felt uncomfortable lying down, so she moved next to him and rested her head on his waist and abdomen.

Fu Chen raised an eyebrow, pulled her hand and placed it on his abs. Wen Yan blushed and glared at him, tried to pull her hand away but couldn't, so she simply let him do as he pleased.

As his hand continued to move downwards, Wen Yan's eyes widened, and she cursed him, "You pervert!"

But it didn't seem like a refusal.

Fu Chen took advantage of the situation, lifting her up and kissing her rosy lips. Her nightgown was lifted, and Wen Yan's eyes welled up with tears. She kicked him, unable to bear it, saying, "Be gentle."

Fu Chen's eyes were dark and deep, his breathing quickened, and he coaxed her in a hoarse voice, repeatedly and gently.

When Wen Yan got up again, it was already noon. She couldn't see Fu Chen anywhere. She lay on the bed for a while with a blank look in her eyes before slowly getting up.

Fu Chen happened to push the door open and came in. Seeing that she had gotten up, he quickly took a few steps to help her. Wen Yan simply leaned lazily on his shoulder and listened to him. When he told her to raise her arm, she raised her arm; when he told her to stretch her leg, she stretched her leg. She cooperated with him to get dressed.

With him around, Wen Yan inevitably becomes a bit spoiled.

Before, I felt weak all over and had sore waist and legs, so I just let him do what he wanted.

She looked around, but under his dark gaze, her face would still inexplicably turn red, like a boiled shrimp, her skin glowing pink.

Fu Chen was absolutely smitten with her looks.

Now her physical strength has improved, but his physical strength is obviously even greater, and Wen Yan suspects that she will never be able to catch up with him in her lifetime.

"Honey, what am I going to do about spoiling me?"

Wen Yan clung to Fu Chen's shoulder as he carried her to wash up. Hearing this, he turned his head and kissed her forehead: "I haven't spoiled you, sweetie, let's brush our teeth first, okay?"

Wen Yan nodded dejectedly, and after a while said, "I feel like you're treating me like a child."

Fu Chen chuckled, "No, I was just taking care of my wife. Is your back still sore?"

When he mentioned his waist, Wen Yan suddenly felt a pain in her waist.

It didn't hurt much, just that she felt weak and a little sore, but she still nodded heavily with teary eyes, trying to awaken his last shred of conscience.

However, she still underestimated Fu Chen.

Fu Chen did reflect on his actions, and the result was that he dragged her along for a run to exercise!

Of course, that's a story for later; right now, Fu Chen is still hiding his true colors.

The two went downstairs together. The breakfast on the table was still hot. Wen Yan had a good appetite and ate three xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), three crystal shrimp dumplings, half a bowl of porridge, and a cup of soy milk.

Satisfied, she put down the bowl, her eyebrows curving into a smile, clearly extremely content.

Just then, the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, she saw a middle-aged man with a respectable appearance. He said he was a manager and invited him and his pile of things in. Wen Yan finally learned about the important matter that Fu Chen had mentioned.

His big task was to choose the most suitable cup from this pile of cups of different shapes and sizes to be his wedding wine glass.

Not just wine glasses, but also blankets, pens, cardstock...

The ground was filled with a dazzling array of items, and Wen Yan exclaimed in astonishment, "You... you want to do all of these yourself?"

Fu Chen nodded solemnly and immersed himself in the task of selecting jewelry. When he couldn't make up his mind, he would ask Wen Yan for advice, but Wen Yan was the type who was open to anything, so he would pick the best one.

Wen Yan lay on the sofa watching him busy himself. "You finally have a holiday, aren't you going to rest for a bit?"

“I want to give you a perfect wedding,” Fu Chen said, glancing up briefly, “preferably one you’ll never forget.”

Wen Yan asked, puzzled, "Then why don't you just decide everything and give me a surprise? Wouldn't that be even more unforgettable?"

“I’ve thought about it, but I’m worried you won’t like what I choose. I’d rather you like it than be a surprise.”

Given the choice between a day of surprises and a month of good mood, Fu Chen chose the latter.

Wen Yan's heartstrings were inexplicably touched, and she leaned close to him and hugged his neck affectionately, "What should I do? I'm moved by you again."

Fu Chen rubbed her head: "It's okay, you'll get used to it eventually."

He was gentle, guiding her step by step to express her love, and she could find his presence everywhere in her life without even having to look closely.

It had only been a few months since their worlds merged into one.

The wedding date was set for late summer or early autumn, when the temperature dropped slightly and the leaves were lush and green.

The day before the wedding, 233 suddenly stared at the screen and burst into a scream like a boiling kettle.

It pointed at the male protagonist's data on the display screen, its mind a jumble of code, wishing it could drag Wen Yan out of bed to look at the data.

Wen Yan was finally woken up. She lazily rolled over, propped herself up, and sat up, letting out a delicate yawn: "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Xiao Yichen, Xiao Yichen is awake!"

"Oh, he's finally awake after being unconscious for so many days? So what if he's awake? Do you expect me to bring him a flower basket and a fruit basket to visit him?"

233 was a little anxious: "No, no, it's not that Xiao Yichen, it's another Xiao Yichen from a parallel universe, it's...it's..."

Wen Yan continued the conversation expressionlessly: "He was reborn."

233 suddenly exclaimed, "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I meant!"

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't seem to care much, 233's anxious state of mind calmed down slightly.

Oh, I forgot, its host is a big shot.

This is practically a piece of cake.

Have you forgotten how the last male lead who came to us died?

But 233 doesn't have the same good mentality as Wen Yan.

“Xiao Yichen has been reborn. He must know the trajectory of the world's development. If he does something underhanded, then…” 233 glanced cautiously at Wen Yan and whispered, “Your husband's project…”

A cold glint flashed in Wen Yan's eyes, and she casually smiled: "He'll have to have the ability first."