He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 161 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 19

Tiandao wiped away imaginary sweat from his brow, then turned back to tend to his half-dead male and female protagonists, muttering to himself, "My goodness..."

Even a broken bone takes a hundred days to heal, let alone the Yan and Wei states whose flesh and tendons were being shredded and torn apart.

Unable to stay in her old home any longer, Wen Yan took a comatose person to Jiangnan. The weather during the Qingming Festival was shrouded in a light drizzle, and her sorrow was as long and lingering as the rain.

They've been settled for a while now, but Yan Wei still shows no signs of waking up. Wen Yan is practically familiar with all the neighbors.

Everyone knows that she has a sickly husband who is bedridden and is being carefully tended; he could die at any moment.

"Women don't have to worry about getting married; our Liuxiang is full of good men."

The embroiderer held the fine needle and threaded it, glanced at Wen Yan who was busy working again, and sighed softly. This girl is honest and straightforward. She will live more freely without the burden of a man.

Wang Xiuniang couldn't help but wonder who her husband was, that he had caused her to travel thousands of miles to seek medical treatment.

"Xiaoyan, how did you and your husband meet?"

"Hmm... If I really have to say, it should be that I forced myself on him."

Wen Yan was fiddling with the medicinal herbs when she blurted out the answer, but her eyes didn't look in Wang Xiuniang's direction.

A fine needle pierced her finger, squeezing out a few drops of blood. Wang Xiuniang stood there, stunned: "I must have misheard. It should be 'robbery,' yes, 'robbery.'"

"It wasn't exactly robbery," Wen Yan said with a smile in her eyes. "He was half-heartedly resisting."

That madman from Yan and Wei is secretly a pervert.

The spring sunshine outside was just right, and the room was also bathed in dappled sunlight.

Yan Wei's fingers twitched slightly, and his ears turned red. He didn't dare to open his eyes, so he lay quietly in the same position for the whole morning.

Wen Yan never came in to see him.

The initial joy of not being abandoned has, over time, turned into panic.

Yan Yan hasn't forgiven him yet.

Yan Wei's nose turned red, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she felt a bitter feeling that she couldn't quite explain.

"Open your eyes and look at me when you wake up."

Yan Wei was still immersed in his own little world of imagination, secretly heartbroken, when the sudden female voice startled him, but he subconsciously opened his eyes.

Having lived with him for so long, he always subconsciously listened to Wen Yan's words.

Even a near-death experience won't change that.

"You're quite obedient."

Just as Yan Wei was about to turn to look at her, a wet handkerchief was thrown at him and covered his face.

He blinked blankly, and was about to move when he was stopped. The woman pinched a handkerchief and wiped away the tear stains at the corners of his eyes, using a little force, causing the ends to turn red for no reason.

She wiped the left side, then the right, then the left. From beginning to end, Yan Wei stared at her, unable to look away for even a moment.

"Kanyan."

"Ah."

Wen Yan casually replied that he was taking care of a patient who had just woken up and might not be in a good mood.

So she stopped wiping his forehead, without even removing the handkerchief, and kissed him hard while still holding the handkerchief.

Are you still sad?

After the kiss, she looked down at him with great interest. His captivating red eyes were deep and dark, and his aggressive gaze was as strong as ever, even more so.

He felt as if a wound had been suddenly smashed open in his chest, and a surge of excitement and joy rushed through him.

The more frantic your thoughts are, the more restrained you will be in your actions.

He always remembered to be gentle, so he put away his sharp thorns, faced Wen Yan, and slowly revealed his softest side.

Rather than saying he was faking it, it's more accurate to say that his extreme fear of losing it led to a cautious and ingratiating behavior that evolved from his own experience.

For example, right now, he is frantically suppressing himself. Even though his consciousness is screaming, his outstretched fingertips can only loosely grasp the hem of her dress, slowly gathering it and then tightening it little by little.

Wen Yan's expression was unreadable.

She knew he was uneasy, but in all his worlds, he had never felt so uneasy.

She dared not use any of the coercive tactics she used in the past.

Believe it or not, she said she'd abandon him and find someone else. Before she could finish the sentence, Yan Weiguang was so heartbroken by the first half that he hanged himself.

It's really broken porcelain.

"I'm not sad."

Yan Wei stared at Wen Yan, watching her carry water, watching her wring out a handkerchief, watching her roughly caress her skin, watching her steal a kiss from him during a moment of distraction, and the smug smile on her face.

So fresh.

After lying in bed for a few more days, Yan Wei was much better. He went from wandering around the courtyard in a wheelchair to being able to walk a few steps slowly with the help of a cane.

He reacted indifferently to this medical miracle, not as excited as when Wen Yan stole a kiss from him.

Yan Wei rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped away the newly added light teeth marks on his chin, his fingertips lingering on them all day.

It's worth mentioning that Wang Xiuniang came to help Wen Yan dry the medicinal herbs again, and she bumped into Yan Wei sunbathing in the courtyard several times.

My eyes widened immediately.

She twisted her neck in disbelief, looked at Yan Wei in shock and then at Wen Yan, and silently gave a thumbs up.

No wonder Xiao Yan was moved; few people wouldn't be moved by such a stunning face.

only……

Wang Xiuniang lowered her gaze, stared at the wheelchair for a few seconds, and looked on with regret.

She understood that even the finest jade has flaws.

Until the next time she saw Yan Wei stand up, looking radiant!

She silently put away her insignificant regret.

Heaven is always biased; she should cherish this old piece of jade more.

Yan Wei was completely unaware of Wang Xiuniang's fascinating inner thoughts; he only knew that Yan Yan smiled at her, and he smiled back at her.

He has recently become obsessed with studying, and of course, his study subject is Wen Yan.

Since you're going to pretend anyway, why not pretend to be the way he likes best?

Wen Yan then discovered that Yan Wei preferred to stare at her, and sometimes she would be startled by his open red eyes when she was half asleep at night.

Even though I know he can't see, I still instinctively tell him to close his eyes.

Then, seeing him obediently close his eyes, she would soften and reward him with a big kiss.

In any case, the two of them were completely under each other's thumb.

That day, my unlucky father sent a letter.

Wen Yan frowned and tossed the letter aside. She first looked at the letter written by her dear mother before reading Wen Zhenyue's letter.

Wen Zhenyue has been practicing calligraphy lately, pursuing the ultimate brushwork and understated yet flamboyant spirit of literati, writing more than a dozen letters every day.

It would be a shame to throw them away, so I packed them all up and sent them to her.

It was a good opportunity for Wen Yan to see her father's calligraphy skills.

Wen Yan couldn't bear to look.

This time was different. Dad didn't write down any profound truths; he only wrote five words.

"Return within three days."

The turns are vigorous and powerful, showing that my father had put in a lot of effort.

But what does "return quickly" mean?

Should we let her go home?

Something happened at home?

Wen Yan flipped through her mother's letter again, filled with concern and expressions of longing—the same old template, wasn't it?

I have a bad feeling.

Wen Yan rubbed her brow.

Although my father is a bit unreliable, he is still very sensible when it comes to important matters. It seems I'll have to go home.

"My husband, let's pack up and go home to get married."

She shook Yan Wei's hand, pulled him back into the house to pack, and tried to get home as soon as possible.

They had only been here a short time, less than half a month, but Yan and Wei were already reluctant to leave.

Because Wen Yan spoiled him here.

He tried out many places that were previously forbidden, such as the tatami room and the bathhouse.

He was spoiled and his true colors were revealed. He forced her to do all sorts of bad things, and occasionally he would remember his persona and put on an act again.

Such as now.

"Kanyan."

"Come on, not today. We have to go home tomorrow."

Wen Yan held down the hand clinging to her collar, remaining righteous and resolute no matter how maliciously he tried to move it.

Yan Wei had no choice but to stop, and slowly closed his eyes as he caressed her slender waist.

The night was quiet, but the wind was strong.

The moment the paper window shattered, the two people lying down opened their eyes simultaneously.

There are people, and quite a few of them.