He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 212 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 19

Wen Yan noticed that the car that had been parked at the back door for several days suddenly made a dull, heavy thud.

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, the sound, combined with the rain, creates a unique and strange effect.

Could we have been robbed?

She looked worried, took Fu Chen's hand and tugged at his sleeve: "There seems to be some movement on that car that's been parked there for days. Could it have been burgled?"

It probably belongs to a colleague; it would be good to take a look and call the police.

"Shall we go over and take a look?"

Fu Chen naturally agreed, tilting the umbrella at an angle to completely envelop her inside, while he himself got half of his shoulder wet.

But as the muffled sound grew closer, Fu Chen suddenly stopped, his body stiffening. He coughed dryly, looking uncomfortable. "Yan Yan, let's not go over there yet."

The man groaned, the woman cried out—it was all too obvious.

Wen Yan was clearly a little embarrassed, and hurriedly pulled Fu Chen away. Her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't even hear the sound of the raindrops.

How could she have ended up in such an embarrassing situation?

Fu Chen cooperated as he was pulled away. As he drove off, he glanced back at the car's license plate, which seemed somewhat familiar, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Why are you still looking?

Fu Chen paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "I saw an acquaintance walking that way, and I was thinking of reminding him."

Wen Yan's face flushed. "How can I remind you of that? Let's just forget about it."

Fu Chen's dark eyes, which were filled with a smile, widened into a deep chuckle: "Hmm, never mind."

As if remembering something funny, she chuckled softly.

Wen Yan thought he was still laughing at her, so she glared at him lightly: "Fu Chen!"

Fu Chen had to stop laughing, tilting the umbrella more towards the girl, and stroking her hair as he replied, "I'm not laughing anymore, Yan Yan, don't be angry."

Wen Yan asked, puzzled, "What's so funny?"

"It's nothing, the opponent is too weak, they're just handing me a handle."

Work-related matters?

Wen Yan nodded. She didn't understand the intrigue and power struggles between Fu Chen and those old foxes and shrewd old hands, but seeing that Fu Chen was genuinely happy, she assumed that they had reached some important agreement and became happy as well.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she never hesitated to shower him with praise: "Is that so? That's wonderful! Mr. Fu is truly amazing."

Wen Yan's mood has been much more stable recently, and since moving here, she has been smiling most of the time.

She loved all kinds of pretty dresses, long ones, short ones, midi dresses, mermaid dresses... Fu Chen even converted a room into one to dress her up in beautiful clothes.

All kinds of new and customized fashion items were readily available, and at that time, his unseen ambitions were just beginning to take shape.

He secretly ripped off her pendant, making an excuse to ask her for a favor next time. He would always think of her while playing with the cat-shaped pendant, thinking of all sorts of her.

And so this walk-in closet came about, with all the clothes ordered according to her measurements.

Wen Yan was stunned by the luxurious walk-in closet the day after she moved in.

She could wear the same outfit every day for years.

No woman dislikes a beautiful dress, especially one that perfectly matches her aesthetic preferences!

Wen Yan felt a tightness in her chest, her heart pounding with emotion. She felt that no one else in the world, except Mr. Fu, could make her feel this way.

She turned around, grabbed Fu Chen's tie, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek in his astonished gaze, then let go, tears welling in her eyes.

"Fu Chen, I'm so happy!"

She was happy with all the things that fit her perfectly—clothes, jewelry, gifts…and even happier to think about them all the time.

And the intense, deep, and fiery love in his eyes—she was instantly drawn into it.

She ran towards the huge walk-in closet.

Fu Chen touched his cheek in a daze, his heart feeling soft and a little sour, the surprise of being kissed turning into a little heartache.

Yan Yan is so easily satisfied; love is all she needs. Yet, those people have driven her to tears.

Indeed, when someone loves you enough, you don't have to do anything; just standing there looking at him with eyes full of autumn water will make him feel that you have suffered a great injustice.

Fu Chen is clearly that kind of person.

Because he had already started planning what good things he could casually present to Wen Yan next to make her happy.

Fu Rong was still on a business trip when he listened to Xiao Chen's report on Fu Chen's romantic progress, and his face became even more wrinkled from smiling.

He hung up the phone, full of energy.

Once I finish this, I can go back to see my niece-in-law!

Fu Rong rushed back three days later, and opened the door, ready to give Fu Chen and his niece-in-law a surprise.

The house was empty.

"Where is she? Aunt Wu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ma ran from the kitchen and packed up his trench coat and hat. His assistant followed behind him, carrying a suitcase in each hand. Fu Rong couldn't wait any longer.

Where is my niece-in-law?

Aunt Wu, completely bewildered: "What nephew's wife?"

Fu Rong gave him a look that said, "Don't try to fool me, I know what I mean." He replied, "What nephew's wife? I only have one nephew, Fu Chen, so of course she's his wife!"

Aunt Wu suddenly realized: "Oh! You mean Mr. Fu? He hasn't come for a week."

Fu Rongtian's expression cracked, and he raised his voice: "He didn't go home?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu is staying out. He said he would see you when you come back. Oh no, Mr. Fu also said to remember to call him when you get back. I'm going there now."

Wu Ma hurriedly called Fu Chen, put away her coat and hat, and left. Her assistant arranged the luggage, went downstairs, said goodbye to Fu Rong, and left.

The room fell silent instantly.

Fu Rong was disappointed when the grand scene of home and family gatherings that he had imagined did not materialize, and he slumped onto the sofa in boredom.

A visiting card on the coffee table caught his attention.

"What era are we living in? Why are people still sending invitations?"

He muttered that he didn't care much, picked it up as if to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he opened it anyway.

It was Xiao's mother's visiting card.

After a week's wait, it finally fell into Fu Rong's hands.

He racked his brains, and thought, "Xiao Yichen, isn't that Xiao Jing's son?"

He wants to see him about something? What is it?

Let's take another look: The Fu family's old house is simple yet grand, with willows and flowers in the courtyard, beautiful scenery, and fresh air. I'd like to visit and learn from it...

Etc., etc!

Fu Rong, with an expression that seemed to say "Someone actually understands me," almost wanted to throw his head back and laugh out loud.

He personally designed this old house, and he oversaw the decoration step by step, from the main structure to a small blade of grass by the roadside, everything was built from scratch.

It was exactly what he wanted!

Only Fu Chen was really annoyed, saying that his style was flashy and vulgar, which made him so angry that he almost dug out his older brother and had a long talk with him all night.

Your son has the sharpest tongue; he's the best at making your blood pressure spike with a straight face.

There's no time like the present, let's visit today.

Fu Rong then dialed the number and said, "You want to visit? Come on, come now!"

Xiao's father, who received the call, was completely baffled. Had he arranged to meet Fu Rong?

Can not remember.

But since they called, I definitely have to go. Getting on good terms with the Fu family is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

So he happily canceled his afternoon plans, asked his assistant to prepare a gift, put on his coat, and left.

Passing by Xiao Yichen's office, I saw Xiao Yichen, who had been acting like he was possessed by some evil spirit for the past few days, spending every day at the theater. He had just been dragged back by Xiao Yichen today.

He was unshaven and listless.

Mr. Xiao felt a heart attack just from looking at him and cursed, "You brat, you don't even know how to dress properly for work. How am I supposed to take you to the Fu family?! You're a disgrace. Don't go. Stay out of here."

"What terrible thing happened to me to have such a son, he's half-dead and half-alive..."

He still managed to grab it from the car; the smell inside was so strong that just one breath made you feel like millions of offspring were throbbing in your nose, mouth, and chest.

Xiao Yichen, who had been listless, perked up his ears and his eyes lit up when he heard the words "Fu family": "Dad, you're going to the Fu family!"

"Yes."

He quickly said, "I'll go too!"

Mr. Xiao was furious: "Look at you! How are you going to go? Are you going to embarrass your old man?!"

"I'll pack it right away!"

Xiao Yichen disappeared in a flash, and after working his way up, his limp body was finally made to look presentable.

He looked at Xiao's father ingratiatingly.

Mr. Xiao was embarrassed: Oh well, he's my own son. The company will be his in the future anyway, so taking him along is just a way to get him familiar with the company beforehand.

"Come on, don't embarrass your dad."

"Fine, go ahead, but why are you carrying this thing around? Do you think the Fu family needs a potted plant from you?"