He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 165 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 23

Wen Zhenyue glanced back and couldn't bear to look. He took Awan's hand in his large hand, muttered something to himself, and then suddenly chuckled.

It looked like he had eaten poisonous mushrooms.

Awan sighed and patted Wen Zhenyue's arm lightly: "Nonsense."

The group quickly entered the front hall, where the food had already been prepared. Wen Zhenyue pulled out a chair for Awan to sit down, and then pulled out a chair and sat down himself.

After sitting down, I glanced at the person next to me and saw that Wen Yan had already started eating.

His forehead veins bulged instantly, and he shouted, "You unfilial daughter, how can you not be drooling with envy! Your mother hasn't even touched her chopsticks yet, and you're already munching away?"

"Wen Zhenyue, don't scare Xiaoyan." Awan stopped Wen Zhenyue, then turned her head and revealed a gentle and loving smile: "Nannan, eat slowly, you must be starving."

Wen Zhenyue whispered, "You've spoiled me rotten."

Awan glanced at him, and he immediately lowered his head to eat.

"Dad, why did you write to me asking me to come back?"

After putting something in her stomach, Wen Yan remembered why she had come back and asked, puzzled.

"Did I write you a letter?"

Wen Yan:……

Wen Zhenyue stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth, and a brilliant idea struck him: "Oh! (chewing) that pile of waste paper."

Wen Yan rolled her eyes politely: ...

She reached down to Yan Wei's collar, rummaged around, and pulled out a letter. She unfolded it for the two elders to see, but just as she was doing so, Wen Zhenyue roared, "You unfilial daughter, what kind of behavior is this!"

Wen Yan looked at him, confused.

"How can you be so affectionate in front of us?!"

"Separate the family! Separate the family! We must separate the family!"

"Move over there and live in the opposite house!"

Wen Zhenyue didn't mince words; the moment his lips touched, his true intentions were revealed.

Well, that looks natural enough, right?

Wen Zhenyue glanced at Awan, who was quietly setting out the dishes, straightened his expression, and adopted the demeanor of the head of the family. Just as he was about to settle down, he was interrupted by Awan's gentle voice.

“Okay, I’ll live with Nannan too…”

"We're not breaking up."

In the first round, Wen Zhenyue suffered a crushing defeat.

The dining table fell completely silent, the sound of clinking food between chopsticks was barely audible. Wen Zhenyue ate quickly, but his movements were not crude.

Yan Wei tried to imitate him, picking up a large amount of meat with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth. He struggled to chew it and almost choked while trying to swallow it.

Wen Yan quickly handed him a glass of water, patted his back, and muttered, "Why are you imitating the old man? He's used to being rough, his voice is like steel. Your voice is delicate, so chewing slowly will be fine."

Yan Wei coughed a few times, and for the first time felt fine needles prickling his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

Afterwards, the dinner table was peaceful, but Wen Zhenyue, not giving up, brought up the topic of dividing the family again. As expected, Awan started packing her things, and he became dejected again.

After dinner, Awan pulled Wenyan aside and told her that she had written the letter.

She had been with Wen Zhenyue for decades, so she could still manage to imitate his handwriting in a simple way.

That makes sense. Wen Zhenyue was so eager to bring her back; he couldn't wait to spend some quality time with her mother.

Awan smoothed a stray strand of hair from Wen Yan's head, her voice gentle and soothing: "What are you thinking?"

Awan sent people to inquire about Yan and Wei.

With an unparalleled appearance, extraordinary martial arts skills, and a white robe as pure as snow, he is the only one of his kind in the martial arts world.

Wen Yan naturally took A Wan's arm: "I've made up my mind about him."

Known daughter Moruomu.

Awan didn't say anything; as long as her daughter was happy, that was fine. But there were some things she needed to clarify.

"Did Chen Ping do what he did to the people who died in the mansion?"

Wen Yan opened her eyes wide and blurted out, "I made him do it."

Awan was horrified!

"You told him to kill someone?"

Wen Yan glanced at her quickly and whispered, "He can only come with me after he gets his revenge."

Awan was speechless.

I was so dizzy listening to Wen Yan talk about this and that, taking all the blame upon herself, that I almost fainted.

So, her daughter instigated someone to seek revenge, offended an entire family, secretly went into hiding, and now she's bringing someone back to get married?

"Go kneel in the ancestral hall!"

Wen Yan didn't argue, and leisurely walked to the ancestral hall, bent her knees, and knelt down.

A few moments later, Yan Wei pushed open the door and came in.

The Wen Family Ancestral Hall is solemn and dignified, with a heavy array of ancestral tablets standing tall, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.

Wen Yan was kneeling crookedly below, and her leg twisted so badly that she almost fell over.

Yan Wei hurriedly caught her as she slid down, his voice hoarse.

"I'll kneel down."

Self-blame and heartache weighed heavily on Yan Wei, making it hard for him to breathe.

I shouldn't have sought revenge, I shouldn't have killed, I shouldn't have...

Wen Yan covered his trembling mouth, her lips curving slightly upwards, looking like a spoiled brat caught stealing chickens and dogs, and a habitual offender at that.

"I like kneeling in the ancestral hall."

"Perfect, it's time to show respect to our ancestors."

"Don't overthink it. You can only live happily with me if you let go of your worries. That's good."

"Kneeling in the ancestral hall gives me a divine husband to hold me every night, it's worth it."

Wen Yan kissed his cold profile with each sentence she spoke, only stopping when his stern face warmed up from the kisses.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan.

Yan and Wei were speechless.

He straightened his body, knelt down with a thud, his snow-white robe spreading out as he prostrated himself before the memorial tablet, just like his life.

The Yan and Wei states did not know right from wrong in killing; they killed whomever they wanted, and even those they disliked.

If he had known that killing these people would lead to Yan Yan's punishment, he would have preferred not to kill them.

Regret, overwhelming regret.

"If someone kneels before my ancestors, they are mine."

Wen Yan's cheerful voice shattered his suffocating barrier. He turned his head and looked into her star-like eyes. The next second, tears fell from the sky.