He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 292 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 11

Mr. Wen was very interested in the silver jewelry store and insisted on going there to take a look.

They called it "looking at how much money their daughter is making."

Wen Yan's attempts to persuade him failed, so she could only take good care of her elderly father in the shop, serving him the best tea and water.

People kept coming into the store, and Wen Yan had no time to pay attention to her father. "Dad, please sit down first. I'll go take a look over there."

Mr. Wen hummed in agreement.

The sounds of silver being smashed echoed throughout the room.

Wen's father spat out the tea dust and wandered around the shop.

The store is small, with easily distinguishable DIY, silver jewelry, and souvenir sections.

The glass door leads to the main entrance, where a cute lucky cat stands and waves to anyone who enters. The interior is decorated in an ethnic style with warm colors, creating a cozy atmosphere.

"Snack Buckle"

A wooden knocking sound came from the door. Wen Yan was talking to the little girl, explaining the direction of the rubber mallet, and couldn't get away for a moment, so she instructed her father:

"Father, someone's knocking on the door, can you check it out for me?"

"All you know is how to boss your dad around," Wen's father said, but still walked towards the front door. Halfway there, something was wrong: "Isn't that door glass? Why is it sounding like a wooden door when I knock?"

The sound of a wooden door opening?

There was only one wooden door in the shop, and only one person had ever knocked on it.

For some reason, Wen Yanxin suddenly stood up, said something to the little girl, dropped the hammer, and ran to the side door.

The knocking continued, unhurried and rhythmic, three knocks at a time. Wen Yan stood there precisely at the interval between the three knocks, and she subconsciously smoothed her hair before nervously opening the door.

Chen Yan lowered her eyelashes to look at her. The man's tall figure loomed over her like a shadow, and a pleasant, light, cool fragrance took the opportunity to waft into her nose.

"This is what you left behind last night." The silver wind chime was quietly placed in the man's palm and then pushed in front of him.

Wen Yan accepted the thank you note, her bright eyes crinkling into a smile, "Thank you, Boss Chen!"

Chen Yan slightly bent his knuckles.

She thinks she just squeezed his thumb.

Is it... an illusion?

"Are you busy now?" Chen Yan asked casually. He was actually very tall, and if he wanted to, he could take in the whole store with just a glance.

"They shouldn't be too busy." Five people isn't a lot... right?

Chen Yan nodded, then fell silent.

Wen Yan clenched the wind chime in her palm. "Mr. Chen, are you free lately?"

"What?" Chen Yan spoke sparingly, his cold eyes filled with a thick, dark mist, deep and unfathomable.

"I'd like to invite you to dinner." Worried about misunderstandings, Wen Yan quickly added, "Thank you for your help."

"Okay." He nodded.

"Then we-"

Just as they were about to confirm the time, Wen's father called her name:

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, the guests are calling you!"

"I'll come right away!"

Seeing that she was busy, Chen Yan took out his phone and said, "Can we add each other on WeChat and I'll tell you later?"

"okay."

Wen Yan touched her pocket and then stopped.

I was in such a rush that I left my phone on the table.

Awkward……

Chen Yan glanced at her and immediately understood: "Didn't you bring your phone?"

"Um……"

He opened the friend search page, showed Wen Yannian's number, and then entered and sent a friend request. "Remember to accept it later. I'm going downstairs now."

"it is good."

Wen Yan closed the door, and her father approached. "Why are you taking so long to open the door? Who's outside?"

"Nobody, just a neighbor."

Wen Yan bypassed her father and went to get her phone to accept the friend request.

Chen Yan's profile picture is very simple, a pure black background, and his nickname is CY.

"Chen Yan." Wen Yan pronounced his name in pinyin, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The little girl had already been taught by her father, so she went to instruct other customers. The morning passed quickly, and the shop returned to its usual quiet state.

Wen Yan held her phone, pondering how to begin.

After hesitating for a moment, I sent a cute emoji first: Are you there?

Then they quickly withdrew, which was a bit too distant.

I opened the software, created a special emoji, and sent it out: "Is Mr. Chen there?!"

Yes, I feel much more energetic!

Chen Yan replied a few minutes later: "Hmm, all done?"

Wen Yan: Mmm (cute emoji)

Wen Yan: When is Mr. Chen free?

CY: I'm free.

Wen Yan remembered that he was opening his shop that night and asked, "Can we meet up tonight?"

I only realized how ambiguous it was after sending it, so I quickly deleted it.

Chen Yan's typing froze, before he could react and the other party had already withdrawn the message.

Wen Yan rephrased it: What I mean is, is Mr. Chen free tonight?

send.

Wait, something seems off again.

withdraw.

Revised: Is Mr. Chen opening his shop tonight? (Rose, rose, rose)

Chen Yan stared at the dialog box, typing and then deleting, as if he could see the girl's conflicted little face through the screen.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

Then the other person sent three extremely elegant and aloof roses, making one lose all desire to chat after just one glance.

Chen Yan waited a few seconds.

As expected, the other party withdrew again.

They sent me a cute cat emoji.

The smile in Chen Yan's eyes deepened.

Wen Yan: Mr. Chen, you didn't see anything. (awkward)

Chen Yan replied: "Um, what did you just send?"

Wen Yan's eyes lit up. Good thing she didn't see it!

Wen Yan: It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if Mr. Chen is free tonight.

Chen Yan: I'm free.

Wen Yan: Don't we need to open a shop? (Looking puzzled)

Chen Yan: It's okay if it's not open for one day.

Wen Yan: Okay (????????)?????? How about 6:30 pm the day after tomorrow?

Chen Yan: Okay.

Wen Yan: Okay (cute emoji)

After confirming the time, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see her father's detective-like eyes: "Who are you chatting with? Your face is all red."

Wen Yan blinked.

Have it?

"Nobody, just a customer."

It's better to avoid trouble; a white lie is better for both of us.

Mr. Wen looked suspicious: "Really?"

Wen Yan replied earnestly, "Really."

At lunchtime, Wen Yan found a restaurant.

At the dinner table, Wen's father placed a small pork rib on his plate and asked, "When are you going home to take the civil service exam?"

Serious matters are often brought up when people are most relaxed.

Wen Yan silently spat out the rib she had bitten into. "Dad, I don't want to take the civil service exam."

After hearing this so many times, Wen's father didn't react much. He quickly stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, preparing to start a verbal battle.

Before he could even open his mouth, Wen Yan abruptly stopped him.

"I have tattoos, so I can't take the civil service exam." Wen Yan said as if it were a very ordinary thing, and even stuffed a piece of green vegetables into her mouth, but no one knew that she was trembling inside.

It was quite frightening to confront my father head-on for the first time.

Mr. Wen was utterly shocked: !!!

Mr. Wen bit his tongue, his voice rising an octave: "A tattoo...?!"