He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 207 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 14

The feeling of being pulled into a passionate embrace sent chills down Wen Yan's spine, as if some danger was brewing.

"I'm going to make a call!"

Unsurprisingly, Wen Yan fled, hiding on the balcony and dialing Vlad's cell phone.

After handing over all the matters, she saw that Fu Chen was still in her room, even sitting cross-legged on a chair, clearly waiting for her.

Wen Yanxin suddenly jumped, took one step and hesitated for three before pushing open the glass door. She then stood still and observed.

Fu Chen's personality is unpredictable; sometimes he is as gentle as a warm breeze, and other times he is as dangerous as a predatory beast.

She couldn't understand how two such different personalities could be integrated into one person.

The only explanation is that he was faking it.

During Wen Yan's brainstorming session, someone suddenly took her hand and led her to sit down. Then she saw the person who had been sitting with their legs crossed squatting on the ground taking off her shoes.

"Fu Chen!"

Wen Yan was so frightened that he blurted out, but he didn't stop moving. After taking off his high heels, he took out a tube of ointment from his pocket and gently applied it to his bright red heel.

After applying the paint to one foot, switch to the other foot and continue applying.

But Wen Yan felt extremely awkward. Her slender fingertips circled around her heels, her soles were pinched in her palms, and the rubbing of her skin was ticklish.

She suspected that Fu Chen was doing it on purpose, but he looked extremely serious, so Wen Yan could only suppress her strange feelings and let him apply the medicine as if he were playing with it.

Fortunately, the ordeal didn't last long. Fu Chen received a phone call and had to leave.

Wen Yan also joined the orchestra under Vlad's arrangement to begin the first performance of the day.

She changed into her professional attire; the black floor-length gown made her skin appear even whiter, and the violin music was melodious and wistful, like a medieval noblewoman weeping.

Without jewels or fancy techniques, sincere emotions flow like water, touching the softest part of the heart.

She was glowing under the lights.

Fu Chen sat in the front row, under the hem of her skirt.

He remained motionless, his gaze following her every movement, his heart trembling with each whisper of her voice.

When the song ended, Wen Yan bowed and left the stage.

Going down the stairs in high heels is inconvenient. Wen Yan was looking for the best angle to get off the stage when a hand suddenly reached out from the side. It was strong and powerful with distinct joints.

nice!

Wen Yan only glanced at him a couple more times before coldly refusing, "Thank you for your kindness, sir, but I can..."

"Kanyan."

This sound?

Wen Yan looked up in surprise—it was Fu Chen!

She moved her hand away and then placed it back in his, using it for support as she slowly walked down: "Why are you here?"

"Come and cultivate your character."

Yeah, right, I came to see you.

Wen Yan smiled and gave him a reproachful look, then took his arm and slowly walked towards the exit. Today's performance was over, and her mission was accomplished!

"Are you hungry?"

Hearing Fu Chen's question, Wen Yan realized she was indeed hungry, so she nodded and prepared to treat herself to a good meal.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Wen Yan pursed her lips and remained silent, her beautiful face noticeably stiff.

The thin, yellowish-brown liquid in front of me... is it edible?

The waiter spoke a little Chinese, and he enthusiastically recommended the curry: "Curry! Delicious! Fantastic!"

Then I looked at the plate...

Wen Yan: "Do you still have noodles?"

"Yes! Yes!"

A moment later, the noodles were served, and the yellowish-brown flocculent substance poured on top was exactly the same as before.

If we really compare...

The first part should be thinner, the second part drier...

Wen Yan absolutely refused to touch a single bite, and Fu Chen, unusually silent, also breathed a sigh of relief after their eyes met and they understood each other's meaning.

It looks like we won't be able to eat this meal.

The night was filled with stars. When Wen Yan received a normal meal, she sighed for the first time ever, her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Mr. Fu can cook? And he's such a good cook!"

“I usually cook something,” Fu Chen paused, “but the ingredients are limited, so the taste might not be particularly good.”

Wen Yan ate the fragrant fried rice in small bites: "No, it's very fragrant and delicious!"

Seeing that Wen Yan was enjoying her meal, Fu Chen didn't disturb her. He just stood there and watched her eat quietly at the table. She liked quiet, and she ate quietly, which was pleasing to the eye.

Before I knew it, I had eaten most of it, and then I couldn't eat anymore. I slowed down and started feeding myself small bites at a time.

After feeding him a few spoonfuls, he wouldn't eat anymore, and he blinked at me.

Fu Chen took her bowl very naturally and ate with the spoon she had used.

"These are the leftovers..." Wen Yan's voice grew weaker and weaker. She had only wanted to ask him how he had disposed of them, but he didn't seem to mind.

Fu Chen ate quickly but not rudely. He washed the plate after finishing all the fried rice before going back next door.

Wen Yan agreed to fill in for Vlad for a week, and Asang stayed for three days.

For the past three days, Fu Chen has always sat in the front row, taking her to various theaters for performances, and acting as a human armrest after each show, walking back with her.

They stopped eating out because Fu Chen cooked her different delicious meals every day.

Wen Yan had the illusion that she had become a devoted and filial husband.

She worked hard to build her career, and he quietly supported her by cooking and cleaning.

Wen Yan also asked Fu Chen what to do about the company?

Fu Chen simply said not to worry, his uncle would handle it, and besides, the company's operating system was mature and wouldn't collapse without him.

Fu Chen said helplessly, "Besides, I've worked diligently for over a decade, it's time for me to take a break."

Indeed, Fu Chen started learning from his uncle at the group during junior high school, officially took over at eighteen, and worked diligently until he was twenty-nine, without a break all year round. Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Wen Yan suddenly felt sorry for him and never mentioned the company again. Whenever she had time, she would go out with him to relax.

I do feel that the knot of anger in my heart has dissipated quite a bit.

"Is Mr. Fu waiting for Miss Wen again?"

After the last performance in Asang Country, Fu Chen stood in the usual spot waiting for Wen Yan, holding a golden sunflower. He heard someone joking and nodded to that person as a greeting.

Over the past few days, I've managed to become somewhat familiar with these artists.

Everyone in the band knows that Wen Yan has a handsome and steady suitor.

He always sat in the front row, so close that he could take a single step and pull Wen Yan off the stage and into his arms.

Unfortunately, Wen Yan hasn't given her a formal commitment yet; she's still a suitor. However—

It's only a matter of time before he becomes a full-fledged official.

Watching Wen Yan suddenly appear, smiling as she took Fu Chen's arm and slowly walked away.

Normally gentle and quiet, Ms. Wen only acts like a young woman in her early twenties when she is with Mr. Fu.

"Wen, are you really not coming with us?"

"No, I'll go with Mr. Fu."

Wen Yan smiled and declined Vlad's offer. Ever since she learned that Fu Chen was also going to France, her mood had inexplicably improved.

Vlad winked at Wen Yan: "Oh, I get it, I get it."

"It's not what you think."

Seeing that Vlad was like a seasoned veteran who wouldn't listen to any of her explanations, Wen Yan could only put on her blushing face and hurriedly run to catch the plane with Fu Chen.

When Fu Chen saw her face turn red, he thought she had a fever. The temperature in Asang Country had been fluctuating recently, and he was worried that Wen Yan might be sick: "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

He placed his palm on her forehead and waited for a while. After confirming that she did not have a fever, he breathed a sigh of relief and tidied up the stray hairs on her forehead.

"The temperature difference between France and Argentina is significant. You are not very strong, so wear a thicker coat to avoid catching a cold."

Fu Chen took Wen Yan's coat and draped it over her shoulders.

He's become increasingly virtuous lately, taking care of everything perfectly. Wen Yan feels like she can't live without him anymore.

However, Fu Chen's words truly came true.

Not long after getting off the plane, Wen Yan started to feel unwell. She lay limply on the bed, without any strength, and Fu Chen had already made up the bed and tucked her in.