He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 205 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 12

After Wen Yan had thoroughly sorted out the original owner's memories, a lump formed in her throat, and she couldn't get it out.

The original owner was too kind. If it were her, every single one of them would have gone down to accompany her.

She'll turn in her grave if she doesn't vent her anger.

"Sister Xiaoyan!"

Wen Yan was so angry that her head was spinning when someone brought her blood pressure medication.

"Snapped"

A crisp, clean slap sent Xiao Yichen's face twitching to the side. He couldn't believe it; his beloved Xiao Yan had actually hit him.

The colleague who was packing up to leave work was stunned. He looked left and right, then stood back a bit to avoid getting involved.

But then a large tear fell from Wen Yan's eye, leaving her little face covered in tear stains.

Wen Yan wiped away her tears forcefully; the original owner's incontinence was not so impressive.

"Use your brain, you've got your mistress draining you dry and you're still dancing around in front of me? Trying to be like others, wanting more than you have, your face is so big you could make pancakes."

Xiao Yichen was bewildered by Wen Yan's actions of wiping away tears while scolding him. He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but Wen Yan seized the opportunity to slap him again.

His cheeks were covered in bright red handprints, which were symmetrical.

"Sister Xiaoyan..."

"If you don't want things to get too ugly between our two families, then get lost. Oh, by the way, remember to return that jasmine plant to me. I thought it was yours after I'd been growing it for a few days."

Xiao Yichen was clearly flustered; that was the token of love that Sister Xiaoyan had given him!

"Sister Xiaoyan, please let me explain, I didn't..."

Wen Yan put her index finger to her lips, smiled slightly, and made a shushing gesture: "Shh! It's too noisy."

Her face was gentle, her eyes smiling, and her every move was still as soft as a gentle breeze and rain, but something had changed.

Xiao Yichen was surprised to realize, "Is this Sister Xiaoyan?"

Wen Yan couldn't answer his question, so she just picked up her bag and left. After the gossip subject left, everyone felt bored and dispersed on their own.

The theater orchestra operates on a rotation system, with two days off a week when it's not busy and one day off a week when it's busy, but at least eight days off per month.

It just so happens that Wen Yan is off tomorrow.

The orchestra's closing time is unpredictable, and today it was a little later than usual. Wen Yan called home early to say that she didn't need to wait for her for dinner, but when she went inside, she found that they were already waiting for her.

Old Man Wen put down his newspaper and coughed dramatically: "We have so many flowers at home that we don't even have room to put them all. Tell him to send less."

Grandma Wen glared at him and said, "Say less. If they're willing to give it to you, then accept it. Xiao Yan, don't listen to your grandfather."

Wen Yan bit her chopsticks uncomfortably and mumbled "okay."

Fu Chen, though far away overseas, has made his presence felt by constantly sending flowers and gifts; every time Wen Yan steps off the stage, there is always a bouquet of fresh and beautiful flowers.

Wen Yan would take pictures of the flowers she received and show them to Fu Chen, which was exactly what Fu Chen wanted.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Wen Yan picked up her vibrating phone and said, "Grandpa and Grandma, I'm going to answer this call."

Old Man Wen snorted, "That kid again?"

“It’s not him, it’s a friend from abroad, Vlad. I signed a contract with him before.”

Hearing that it was a work-related matter, Old Man Wen's expression softened, and he told Wen Yan to hurry up and go.

Wen Yan didn't return until quite a while later.

"I might have to go abroad."

"what happened?"

“I owed Vlad a favor before. His violinist, who was originally scheduled for his tour, had an accident, so he asked me to fill in for a few days.”

"Go ahead and be safe."

The two never interfered with each other's work matters. They only asked when the other was leaving, and upon hearing that it was tomorrow, they began packing their things.

Wen Yan even took the time to ask Brother Li for leave, saying that she could use her rotating leave to make up for it, and Brother Li readily let her go.

Inside the room, after taking a shower, Wen Yan sat on the side of the bed, opened her phone, typed and then deleted in Fu Chen's chat box.

Fu Chen had just finished a social engagement and wanted to send a message to Wen Yanyan when he saw the dialog box showing that he was typing. It was as if he could see the conflicted person on the other end of the screen through the dialog box.

He waited patiently, but the person on the other end stopped, and the ByteDance message stopped after displaying the two characters "研研".

Fu Chen was the first to break her dilemma.

Are you asleep?

The other end quickly replied with less than two words, followed by a long period of typing.

Fu Chen smiled faintly, his slender fingers tapping on the screen: [Is there something you want to tell me?]

The phone was silent for a while, then suddenly a video call popped up.

Fu Chen raised an eyebrow, unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, and connected to the video call.

The phone showed Wen Yan's flushed face, pink and tender, with strands of hair damp with moisture.

Just finished showering?

Fu Chen's eyes held a dangerous glint as he surveyed Wen Yan inch by inch, from head to collarbone.

Wen Yan naturally avoided his gaze, flipped her phone over, buried her face in the blanket, and refused to show herself again.

His gaze was so shameful, as if he wanted to devour her.

The person he longed for was no longer on the screen. Fu Chen felt a pang of sadness, but he patiently said, "Yan Yan, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

“No way, it’s only been four days,” Wen Yan immediately retorted.

"Did you specifically calculate this?"

A low laugh came from the phone. Wen Yan's eyes showed annoyance; she had been tricked.

Fu Chen continued, "Actually, four days is quite a long time."

Wen Yan remained silent. Although she was the one who started the video call first, she was the one who ended up playing the victim.

She rolled over, clutching her pillow, and lay on her back in bed, her waterfall-like hair cascading down the side of the bed. Fu Chen's voice came through her phone.

"Yan Yan, is there something you want to tell me?"

Seeing that he kept mentioning that he had something to do, Wen Yan got a little annoyed and blurted out before she thought, "Can't I talk to you if there's nothing wrong?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, and her feigned anger sounded like coquetry to Fu Chen, which made him even happier. His intermittent laughter made Wen Yan's ears burn.

"Fu Chen!"

"I'm here."

They got it quickly, as expected.

Wen Yan covered the camera, pursed her lips, and picked up her phone. The camera on Fu Chen's side was very steady, and she saw the corners of his mouth curl up and his deep eyes.

He must have just returned from a business dinner; he was still wearing a suit with the top two buttons undone, revealing his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his collarbone rising and falling with his breath.

Wen Yan slowed her heavy breathing, her eyes unblinking.

She hadn't even looked at him properly.

The two remained silent for a long time, but Fu Chen could hear Wen Yan's breathing. Judging from the volume of the sound, she must have been very close to the phone.

A bold idea took shape.

He calmly confirmed, "Wen Yan."

"I'm here!"

The voice was clear and several times louder than before, as if it were being spoken directly into the phone. Fu Chen secretly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Are you looking at me?"

Wen Yan replied quickly, almost anxiously: "No!"

But who is Fu Chen?

Old fox!

He guessed the answer immediately, and now he felt refreshed, his eyes becoming very dark, as if flickering with ghostly fire.

He was good at feigning grievance, putting himself in a position where he needed pity: "Yanyan, this is not fair. You can see me but I can't see you... I miss you so much."

The last sentence was like a murmur. His face, magnified countless times, appeared on the phone screen as he leaned close to the receiver to speak: "It's been four days, my dear Yan Yan, can I see you?"

The head exploded!

Wen Yan's hand trembled, and her phone fell off the bed, face up. Fu Chen was watching the screen closely. With a muffled thud, Wen Yan burst into the screen.

She anxiously reached for her phone, no longer caring whether Fu Chen saw her flushed face.

Her hair, falling loosely beside her ears, slid down as she bent over, along with her collar.

Don't expect the pajamas to be too conservative; the glimpse of white beneath the V-neck almost made Fu Chen's eyes redden.