He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 299 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 18

Chen Yan was about to invite Wen Yan to dinner, and he seemed very confident that the invitation would be accepted. However, after glancing at her phone, Wen Yan started making excuses and saying that it would be next time.

Those in the know understand that "next time" is practically meaningless.

Chen Yan cursed inwardly, "Who is this damned troublemaker!" But on the surface, he forced a smile, "Miss Wen, have you ever heard of a saying?"

"what?"

"Any 'next time' without a specific time is just being a scoundrel."

"why?"

Chen Yan smiled, his gaze seemingly tangible, "A verbal promise of 'next time' is no promise at all."

Wen Yan, realizing her thoughts had been guessed, laughed awkwardly, "Haha, Mr. Chen is so humorous."

She had originally planned to just buy the other person a cup of coffee and call it even.

Chen Yan forced a pitiful smile. "Everything is about first come, first served. I just said we should have dinner together and Miss Wen almost agreed, but after reading a message, she put it off until next time."

"I won't argue with him this time, but Miss Wen, could you give me the opportunity to have dinner with you tomorrow?"

Even after changing his clothes, Chen Yan's looks are still quite striking. The moment he shows that pitiful expression, even the hardest heart will soften a little.

Wen Yan was roasted over a fire: "This..."

She was the one who received help and already owed the other person a favor, but it seemed like the other person was interested in her.

It's not that Wen Yan is narcissistic, but if the other person isn't interested, what kind of behavior is it to change into a flamboyant outfit after only a few words?

Both of them understood the true nature of sitting there; returning the car was just an excuse used by their elders.

However, thinking of that extremely uncontrollable person from the previous worlds, Wen Yan still spoke up: "Mr. Chen, let me be frank. The elders arranged for us to meet to return the car under the pretense of a blind date, but I already have..."

“I’m very interested in Miss Wen,” Chen Yan answered first, “and it’s just for one meal.”

That’s all.

I wish the world wasn't so small.

Wen Yan sighed silently.

The moment she stepped out the door, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets! How could the world be so small?!

Chen Yan glanced at Wen Yan with his dark eyes, then at Chen Yan behind her. Suddenly, he raised the corners of his mouth, clicked his tongue, and laughed at himself in exasperation.

Chen Yan, not understanding why, thought Chen Yan was smiling at him and grinned back.

Although it's strange that his uncle, who usually has a cold face and seems like everyone owes him hundreds of millions, has suddenly become cheerful, he will still maintain the basic uncle-nephew relationship.

He pointed to himself, then to Wen Yan, made a heart shape with his hands, and then winked at Chen Yan, silently pleading:

My uncle, please help me!

Chen Yan's head throbbed. He grabbed Chen Yan by the back of the neck and coldly pushed him toward the parking lot. He paused as he passed Wen Yan and said, "I'll take him."

Wen Yan's mind went blank, and she nodded sluggishly, "Okay, okay."

"Stop, stop, stop! What do you mean you're giving him a gift! I don't know you!" Chen Yan retorted, reaching out to Wen Yan with a pitiful expression: "Miss Wen, I don't know him!"

Chen Yan slapped away Wen Yan's hand as he reached for her, then looked calmly at her, his dark pupils sending chills down Wen Yan's spine.

Wen Yan was actually quite intimidated by his gaze. Even though she hadn't said a word, being stared at by those unfathomable eyes made her feel very pressured. She weakly said, "I...I know him."

The person who was struggling stopped struggling, and the person who was pressing down on the other with one hand let go. Two pairs of eyes swept over at the same time, one with surprise and the other with cold indifference.

Chen Yan immediately realized, "Good thing we met! Isn't this a matchmaker sent by God?"

"Hey buddy!"

Chen Yan glanced at him, "Can't you call me 'Uncle' anymore?"

A cold, piercing gaze shot at him, and Chen Yan awkwardly shut his mouth, glancing at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's head was buzzing, like a swarm of bees was circling around her. She didn't know what to do, let alone care about Chen Yan.

After Chen Yan looked away, he didn't look at her much anymore, and Wen Yan couldn't figure out whether he was angry or something else.

"I'll take him back."

Chen Yan's voice was indifferent, as if he wasn't angry.

"Okay, sure." Wen Yan nodded vigorously, wishing she could get rid of this person immediately.

Seeing her reaction, Chen Yan felt a little relieved.

As Chen Yan was being dragged along, he shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Miss Wen, don't forget tomorrow's dinner!"

dinner?

Chen Yan's temples throbbed with veins. He slapped him on the neck. Looking at his butterfly-like clothes, he regretted it so much that he wanted to tear them off.

With an even more ashen face, he covered Chen Yan's mouth, his tone and patience devoid of kindness:

"Shut up!"

"She's busy!"

Chen Yan was intimidated by the intimidation and violence, but a sly thought kept surfacing in his mind: how did his uncle know that the other person was unavailable?

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, Chen Yan squinted at Wen Yan, who was looking awkward and out of sorts. She had her head down, but her eyes kept glancing in his direction, as if she were observing something.

If it's not about looking at yourself, then you can only...

"Uncle, is this girl interested in you?"

Chen Yan stopped in his tracks.

“But your nephew is interested in her, you can’t steal your nephew’s wife!” Chen Yan quickly added, afraid that if he was even a second late, the duck that was about to be eaten would fly away.

Chen Yan wanted to slap this devilish nephew to death; his fierce and piercing gaze seemed to want to kill Chen Yan on the spot.

Chen Yan shrank back his neck, which felt cold. His uncle could be quite scary sometimes.

Neither of them spoke after getting into the car.

Chen Yan felt uneasy but dared not speak. He had a feeling that his uncle was in a particularly bad mood today, and he regretted not letting him deliver the clothes.

But he still wanted to try, saying, "Uncle, it's not very gentlemanly to let a girl go home alone."

After noticing Chen Yan's narrowed eyes, his tone grew weaker and weaker, "I talk too much, I talk too much."

Unable to suppress his anger, Chen Yan glanced at Chen Yan, who was fidgeting in the back seat, through the rearview mirror and sneered, "Ha? I'm the driver? I'm sitting in the passenger seat!"

Chen Yan swallowed hard. "I... I'm fine sitting here... The front is fine too..."

The window was knocked on, and the car window rolled down, revealing Wen Yan's fair and delicate face. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes shone as she stared intently at Chen Yan's tense face. She bent down and leaned close to his ear, "Are you... are you angry?"

The warmth of human body sprayed onto the delicate yet exceptionally sensitive earlobe.

In an instant, Chen Yan's breath caught in his throat. He turned his head to look at the face that made his blood boil at just one glance. It was so close that he could see the fine hairs on the face.

Wen Yan was nervous, especially when Chen Yan suddenly leaned out and whispered in her ear, "No, I'm jealous."

My heart skipped a beat. I turned to look at Chen Yan, my mind wandering, and suddenly said, "...I think Mr. Chen is quite energetic."

Hmm, his gaze is getting more and more dangerous, somewhat resembling his former self… wait! Wen Yan snapped out of her daze. Why did she provoke him?!

Chen Yan gritted his teeth, his guts burning with rage.

She only called him Boss Chen or Master Chen, so it was obvious that the "Mr. Chen" she was referring to was not him.

His eyes grew increasingly dark, and he looked at Wen Yan as if she were an extremely disobedient child who was defying adults, causing his back teeth to ache.

Just then, Chen Yan felt a tightness in his chest as he saw the two getting close, and recklessly patted Chen Yan's shoulder, saying, "Hey, Uncle, you're getting too close, it's beyond social boundaries..."

He was speaking when his face was grabbed and forcefully turned downwards, with enough force to give him plastic surgery.

Chen Yan grinned, "Are you crazy?!"