He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 155 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 13

The absurdity couldn't continue, after all, it was happening in broad daylight, and it would have a bad influence.

Wen Yan angrily wrung out her handkerchief, staring at the hot water the waiter brought when he knocked on the door, her eyes practically spitting fire.

The timely splash of water dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere, and the sticky tug-of-war snapped like a thin thread.

After the waiter knocked on the door, he saw Wen Yan, who looked resentful, jump out from behind the door, and immediately understood everything.

With his face flushed, he asked her, fulfilling his duty as a waiter, if she wanted it delivered. After receiving a look from her that went from affirmative to dismissive, he quickly fled as if his life depended on it.

On his first day on the job, he patted his chest and decided that he would be a less-than-competent shop assistant from now on.

Wen Yan paid no attention to the waiter's fluctuating emotions; at that moment, she was wiping the face of the man lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed, using a damp, warm handkerchief.

He seemed to be out of his mind; his bright red eyes were clouded with a layer of white mist as he stared blankly at Wen Ran.

"My dear husband, go to sleep."

Wen Yan's soft hand covered his eyes, gently closing them, and softly coaxed him to sleep.

Looking at the man lying obediently on the bed, a deep sense of pride welled up inside her.

She is a true gentleman for not taking advantage of others in their time of need!

Wen Yan quietly closed the door and left with the used water.

Yan Wei, who was lying quietly, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no trace of confusion in his eyes; he was clearly very awake.

He didn't speak, just stared blankly at the roof beams.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

After a long while, he raised his right wrist, looked at the neat and cute bow against the light, and felt a strange stirring in his heart.

This bow doesn't quite resemble her at all.

Too stiff.

Ox.

Surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it could be described as endearing.

That's something she's like.

Yan Wei's lips seemed to curl slightly, then he closed his eyelids again and quietly fell asleep, as she wished.

Yan Wei slept soundly, while Wen Yan's side was bustling with activity.

She held the jade-white garment in her hand, her forehead veins throbbing.

"Little girl, I'll pay double the price, that's the most I can offer. Give me the clothes."

Mu Qiaoqiao pointed at the clothes in Wen Yan's hand and spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if she were discussing which brand of rouge and powder was exquisite.

Wen Yan rolled her eyes politely: "I chose this dress first, and I've already paid for it. Besides, I really like it."

"Why are you so stubborn? I'll pay three times the amount. That's the most I can offer."

Mu Qiaoqiao still wouldn't budge.

She had gone to great lengths to pick out a suitable outfit for Heiji, so why would she easily let someone else have it?

Her beautiful brows furrowed. Why wouldn't they give it to her? She had already asked for three times the price, and the proprietress had agreed.

This little girl is still the same, cold and impatient.

She felt a little wronged.

Is the martial arts world really like this now?

Despite her chivalrous appearance, she is so petty and calculating, far inferior to the style of her generation.

A look of nostalgia flashed in Mu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

Wen Yan looked at the person whose eyes were welling up with tears and was speechless.

She really wondered how such a delicate woman who cried at the drop of a hat could travel the world with Chen Pingjian and fight her way through one enemy after another.

Is it really true, as Xiao Sanzi said, that people become more vulnerable with age?

Wen Yan glanced at the creature who was calmly eating sunflower seeds and spitting out the shells while watching the show, and her lips twitched.

"You already have so many, what's wrong with giving me this one?"

Mu Qiaoqiao couldn't take it anymore, and her voice started to rise, her tone tinged with sobs.

Wen Yan quickly took three steps back, rubbing the goosebumps that had just appeared on her arms, determined to stay at least three feet away from her.

"Sister, these are my clothes. This one is for my husband. I've already paid for it. Besides, who would complain about having too many clothes?"

Wen Yan politely said, "If you want to cry, go back to your bed and find a man to cry to. Nobody here will indulge you."

"you!"

Mu Qiaoqiao pointed at her, too angry to speak, her eyes welling up with tears: "How rude."

"At your age, can't you learn to behave properly and set an example for future generations? In ancient times, there were prodigal sons who forcibly abducted women in the street, and now there are elderly women who forcibly steal clothes."

"I will pay!"

"Am I talking about money? They're all based on coercing others, aren't they the same thing? They're both shameless."

Wen Yan slowly glanced at the strong men surrounding her, supporting her.

Hmm, I wonder how many are hiding.

These people surrounding her were no pushovers either; Chen Ping had cultivated them to be the most powerful and influential people around Mu Qiaoqiao.

Let your wife suffer?

Absolutely not.

My wife is such a good person, compassionate and kind to the servants, and caring for the weak. She has done so many good things for the people. Now she only wants a piece of clothing, but this heartless person won't even give it to her.

It's definitely not a good thing.

He was about to rush forward to teach Wen Yan a lesson when he was pulled back by the person on the far side: "Big brother, let me handle this little Nyonya."

The dark-faced man stepped forward, knife in hand. "My wife is offering triple the price today, are you going to pay or not? Coincidentally, my knife isn't even drawn yet..."

He toyed with the sheathed scimitar in his hand, his tone inscrutable, his gloomy eyes coldly fixed on Wen Yan, an aura of menace rising within him.

Mu Qiaoqiao panicked, "Xiao Shi, don't hurt anyone, we'll just take the clothes..." Okay.

Before he could finish speaking, the knife in his hand broke into three pieces.

Xiao Shi flew out in an extremely round and full arc, crashing straight down in front of Mu Qiaoqiao. He closed his eyes and fainted.

Wen Yan listlessly flicked the razor blade off her fingers, utterly speechless.

If you're going to fight, then fight. Why do you have to act cool and say tough things?

Are all people in the martial arts world like this?

She frowned in thought, wondering if she would have to go through the same thing.

After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"Ah! Xiao Shi! Xiao Shi! I'm so sorry, it's all my fault... Waaah, it's all my fault, I don't want the clothes anymore... Wake up, it's good that you're awake, it's all my fault..."

Mu Qiaoqiao squatted on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and shook Xiao Shi, who had his eyes closed, with deep sorrow.

"excuse me."

Wen Yan spoke expressionlessly, and hearing the increasingly loud crying, she quickly pressed the silence acupoint to mute him: "He's unconscious, not dead. If you shake him again, he'll throw up all over you when he wakes up."

Mu Qiaoqiao stopped moving.

His fingers remained frozen in a half-touching position, his whole body almost petrified.

After quickly dealing with the person who rushed over demanding justice and kept shouting, Wen Yan's forehead started throbbing with pain again.

Forget it, I won't follow their example.

It feels silly.

There were quite a few people lying unconscious in the shop, and Wen Yan turned back after taking a few steps.

He rummaged around, took out a silver ingot, placed it on the counter, and said to the trembling proprietress below, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb your business. Could you please wrap up these clothes for me?"

She pointed to the clothes in her hand, along with the few sets she had just missed.

The proprietress, her hands trembling, quickly collected the money, then hurriedly got up to pack her clothes, her whole demeanor like a frightened bird.

Wen Yan grabbed the clothes and left, ignoring Mu Qiaoqiao who was slumped on the ground.

It's just an accident. Why didn't any of the people who were hiding show up? Did they have a change of heart and realize that forcing people to buy or sell is wrong?

233 spat out a piece of melon seed, tapped on the screen for a long time, and mumbled indistinctly, "They were sent to find you and Yan Wei, sir."

Um?

What do you want from us?

233 knew what Wen Yan was going to ask just by looking at her, and helplessly munched on some melon seeds: "That time at the restaurant, you killed someone inside out..."

"Oh, I remembered it."

Wen Yan picked up her clothes and suddenly realized what had happened, and that was the end of it.

More than that, she cared whether Yan Wei had woken up by this time.

After all, a lot of time was wasted with that dimwitted chatterbox.

If she goes back and the person runs away again, she'll have nowhere to turn to for help.

Wen Yan pondered to herself, "Hmm, maybe I should buy a chain in advance?"