He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 199 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 6

Then I saw it was Fu Chen.

He has exceptionally handsome features, with deep-set eyes that are profound yet not sharp, especially his eyes, which make your heart tremble when he looks at you.

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Wen Yan snapped out of her daze, smiled, and nodded at him.

"Unfortunately, Wen Yan, I was waiting for you." Fu Chen didn't give her a chance to react. After speaking, he opened the car door, stood in front of Wen Yan, and his shadow fell over her.

Wen Yan was stunned.

Fu Chen seemed oblivious to the situation, and despite everything, he still spoke gently and politely: "Where are you going? Perhaps we'll be going the same way."

Wen Yan thought to herself: Given this situation, even routes that are not on the way will become on the way.

Perhaps it was his imposing presence, or perhaps it was her heart pounding too fast, but Wen Yan didn't know how to answer for a moment, and her breathing became a little rapid.

She took a step back, looked up at him, her hesitant expression seemingly having made up her mind. Fu Chen seemed to know this as well, and reached into his pocket for a cat-shaped pendant.

"Miss Wen, is this your pendant?"

He started calling her Miss Wen again in a serious manner, as if the person who had just seriously uttered the name Wen Yan had completely disappeared.

He remained calm and composed; his suppressed desires were like a fish that occasionally leaps out of a lake to breathe on a rainy day, but if it doesn't get a chance to breathe, it will eventually suffocate in the dreary lake.

So he allowed himself to occasionally lose his composure, such as saying "I'm waiting for you," the cat-shaped pendant he was holding, and asking her for the meal from their first meeting.

Finally, Wen Yan got into the car, and the two got out in front of a private restaurant.

The store's interior decoration is elegant and pleasant, the kind of style that artists would like.

The two arrived at the private room they had booked in advance, and Fu Chen asked gently, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Wen Yan nodded.

"Then have some more with me."

That being said, the menu was still handed to Wen Yan, and she ordered all of her favorite dishes.

Looking at the delicious-looking and fragrant dishes, Wen Yan's cravings, which had subsided, resurfaced, so she picked up her chopsticks and ate with Fu Chen.

After seeing that she had almost finished eating, Fu Chen took out a document and handed it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was puzzled, but after taking the document, he opened it at the man's prompting and quickly read through the contents before falling silent.

Her voice was muffled, but she still tried to remain composed: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for telling me this."

Wen Yan held thick stacks of materials about Xiao Yichen and Ye Qianqian in her hands, enough to fill a novel. She struggled to stay upright, like a duckweed battered by rain, drifting helplessly.

Her eyes held a complex mix of helplessness and confusion. Fu Chen pursed his lips; he needed to find a gentler approach.

It's at least better than tearing the truth out in front of her and making her feel better.

His intention was to let her see the true colors of the scumbag, not to make her feel wronged and heartbroken.

"Miss Wen, I..."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu. I didn't enjoy the meal today. I'll treat you another day."

After saying that, she didn't even take the documents; she picked up her bag and was about to leave with a trembling figure.

In a panic, Fu Chen grabbed her arm and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you."

Wen Yan didn't say anything, she just nodded.

Inside the black sedan, the only sound was the wind whistling past the windows. Wen Yan kept her head down, her expression unreadable.

Fu Chen remained silent. He, who was usually so talkative, was unusually at a loss for words. He had no right to comfort her; who was he to her?

A guest who was a grandfather I'd met a few times?

"Mr. Fu, these are the tickets for tomorrow's theater performance." Wen Yan remembered the tickets she had promised him during dinner, took two out of her bag, and handed them to Fu Chen.

After thanking him again, I entered the courtyard, and soon the lights on the second floor came on.

Fu Chen sat back in the car, lit a cigarette, and watched the flame slowly climb upwards until it turned to ash and fell.

He hid in the darkness, his eyes flickering and reflecting the shape of the flames. He waited for a long time until he saw the lights on the second floor go out completely before driving away.

Wen Yan lay on the bed, lamenting how difficult life was, having to act and perform on the streets at the same time.

233 jumped up to comfort her: "We're all working hard now for a better life in the future!"

"When did you start making empty promises to me?" Wen Yan smiled slightly, ruffled his dark hair, and closed her eyes to try and fall asleep.

There's another tough battle ahead tomorrow.