He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 200 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 7

As the performance began, the deep, resonant sound of the piano drew back the curtain on the story, lingering in the hearts of everyone present.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen sat upright in the audience, enjoying the opening song of Wen Yan.

Xiao Yichen was sitting to the right of Old Madam Wen. He lowered his head, about to speak, when Old Madam Wen made a shushing gesture and then whispered less.

In the middle of the sixth row of the theater, Fu Chen's gaze was deep and distant, with only room for Wen Yan.

He didn't have time to think about Xiao Yichen, nor did he have time to think about the rising desires in his heart. He silently and attentively watched her as she lowered her eyes and played the violin.

The dull and obscure piano music came to life with a vivid image: her, shining brightly.

Research.

Wen Yan seemed to sense something, looked up in his direction, and smiled from the bottom of her heart, only to see Xiao Yichen wave his hand.

Fu Chen's gaze darkened further. He hadn't remembered a single plot point from the entire play; all he could think about, and all he could think about was her.

Every frown and smile, every melody and every string.

"Sister Xiaoyan!"

Xiao Yichen waited at the door and waved excitedly when he saw Wen Yan walking towards him.

Wen Yan looked at him... The old man and woman next to him were both excited.

She froze, turned and hid inside the theater, peering at the three people not far away.

Just when I didn't know what to do, I turned around and my eyes lit up.

"Mr. Fu!"

Fu Chen stopped in his tracks, watching Wen Yan run towards him, her steps hurried and her eyes filled with anxiety.

"Mr. Fu, can you help me?" She was really anxious, and she even put her hands on his forearms, her soft fingertips pressing out wrinkles.

Fu Chen didn't remind her, or rather, he enjoyed the intimacy that she herself hadn't even noticed. His voice was gentler than anything else: "No rush, take your time."

His tolerant attitude encouraged Wen Yan. After taking a breath, she said, "Xiao Yichen is outside... I don't want to see him!"

He choked up as he spoke.

"Okay." Fu Chen agreed in a soft voice, gently pulling her into his arms and stroking her back lightly. Her backless dress trembled slightly under his warm hands.

"I don't want to...I don't want to see him...I..." Wen Yan grabbed his collar, unable to speak, and silently wept, "I hate betrayal!"

"Okay, I know, I know."

Fu Chen showed unprecedented patience, only releasing the person from his arms when the sobbing subsided considerably, and carefully wiping away their tears.

Then, he made a phone call, and after hanging up, he bent down to tidy her hair, which was disheveled from crying. "How about I treat you to dinner?"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. Strands of hair tucked behind her ear fell with the movement, brushing against her thin collarbone. Fu Chen looked at them and then smoothed them back down for her.

"What would you like to eat?" Fu Chen naturally took her bag, took off his coat and covered her with it, completely covering her exposed skin.

He had just felt the coldness under his palm.

"I want to drink alcohol."

"it is good."

"I want to eat fish," she added quietly.

"Okay." Fu Chen replied gently.

Fu Chen indulged her every whim, driving her to find wine and fish.

Old Man Wen, who was standing outside, remained silent for a while before taking Old Woman Wen's hand. "Let's go. Xiao Yan will come back by herself later."

"Huh?" Grandma Wen asked in confusion, but seeing that Grandpa Wen was not in a good mood, she nodded and followed him.

"Grandpa Wen?" Xiao Yichen was stunned. He was looking forward to having a candlelight dinner with Sister Xiaoyan. What was the meaning of his leaving like this?

"Mr. Xiao, you should go first too. Xiao Yan has plans tonight."

Old Man Wen's attitude turned noticeably colder, and without waiting for Xiao Yichen to say goodbye, he turned around and left with Old Lady Wen.

What's going on?

Xiao Yichen was dumbfounded; even a fool could sense that something was wrong.

Just a moment ago he was called Xiao Xiao, and now he's called CEO Xiao Xiao?

Xiao Yichen had a bad feeling. He turned to look at the passing car. The person in the passenger seat looked familiar, like Sister Xiaoyan.

He shook his head. How could Sister Xiaoyan have left him here? She must have seen wrong.

As soon as Wen Yan sat down, she started pouring herself a drink.

"Don't rush, have some food first?" Fu Chen took the red wine from her hand and put it aside. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw tears welling up in her eyes again. After a moment, he placed a piece of deboned fish in Wen Yan's bowl.

Wen Yan slowly picked up her chopsticks and started eating. The surroundings were quiet, except for the soft sounds of Fu Chen picking up food.

"You lied to me." Wen Yan's voice was still muffled. She glanced up at Fu Chen, then looked down again, her voice choked with sobs as she spoke again: "You clearly said there was wine..."

Before he could finish expressing his grievances, a glass of wine was placed beside him.

Wen Yan turned to look at him with tears in her eyes, silently reaching out to take a wine glass. Her oversized coat made her look even smaller and more haggard.

Did Xiao Yichen really make her do this?

Fu Chen's face gradually darkened, and the glint in his eyes intensified. He grasped Wen Yan's wine glass and enveloped her hand in it.

"Wen Yan, don't drink in front of strange men."

Drunk people, especially women, lose their basic consciousness and become like fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

A strange, wicked anger surged within her. Was she also drinking in front of Xiao Yichen?

Before he could finish imagining it, Wen Yan's voice interrupted him.

“You’re not a stranger. I’ve never drunk alcohol in front of anyone else either.” As she spoke, Wen Yan’s tone grew softer and softer.

"You trust me that much?"

"Ah."

Fu Chen scoffed, avoiding her gaze, a dark glint in his eyes. "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person? Miss Wen, I need to remind you, I don't have a good reputation."

"Can you?" Wen Yan looked at her, his voice soft yet inexplicably stubborn, as if he was convinced that he would not harm her.

"No." Fu Chen was defeated.

He sighed and withdrew his hand from hers.

After two drinks, Wen Yan's eyes began to glaze over, and tears gradually blurred her vision: "...I attempted suicide in high school."

Fu Chen was clearly stunned, his heart skipped a beat.

He knew her past, her preferences, and even knew exactly which friends she had abroad and what kind of lives they led.

But when she spoke first, he still felt pain, a deep, throbbing pain in his heart.

"You like me?" She seemed drunk yet not drunk, and chuckled, muttering, "Liking something like that... doesn't last."

She wanted to drink again, but Fu Chen stopped her.

He stared intently into her eyes, then opened his lips and asked, "Is it for Xiao Yichen?"

Wen Yan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, as if mocking herself: "No."

Fu Chen remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I am...I am for Wen Yu and Bai Wan.”

He knew that Wen Yu and Bai Wan were her parents.

"They got divorced, it was a huge fight, they don't want me, they don't want either of them." Wen Yan's eyes were red, she glanced at Fu Chen, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I was left to be raised by my grandparents when I was in junior high school. I… I transferred here. I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry… I lied to you.”

Three apologies in a row, each followed by scalding tears.

“I’m not a good person…I…I’m a disgrace…”

Wen Yan was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. After struggling to catch her breath, she managed to utter a few words.

She was about to speak again when she put a finger to her lips; it was Fu Chen who silenced her.

"If you're really upset, don't say anything." Fu Chen wiped away her tears, gently patted her back, and softly comforted her.

Wen Yan had never seen Fu Chen like this before—patient, gentle, and caring.