He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 153 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 11

Wen Zhenyue nodded excitedly. Unlike most fathers who dote on their daughters, he was very upset about the drafty cotton-padded jacket.

Other people's daughters would sweetly call him "Daddy," and they were as beautiful as little jade dumplings, which melted his heart.

His wife would only glance at him, and would call him "old man" without any respect. If she was in a good mood, she would call him "Dad," which was considered a blessing from his past life.

That's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is that this unfortunate girl used to fight with him for Awan every day when she was little. She had to be fed and coaxed to sleep, and she insisted on sleeping in the middle while holding Awan.

He's such a big guy, yet he's squeezed into a tiny corner and can't even breathe loudly, because it would disturb Ah Wan's most, most, most adorable daughter.

He could only glare angrily at the gentle-looking Awan, and close his eyes in frustration as he listened to the lullaby unique to his little girl.

Therefore, he couldn't wait for his daughter to get married and move out so he and Awan could enjoy their own world.

Thinking about his future life, he almost burst out laughing.

"Good son-in-law!"

A slap as hard as iron sand landed on Yan Wei's shoulder, and then Wen Zhenyue was surprised to find that his son-in-law was a bit tall.

So the slap that should have landed on the shoulder landed on the arm instead.

"Dad, please be gentle with the patting."

Wen Yan was unhappy and stepped between the two.

Yan Wei looked at the father and daughter who were about to start fighting, bewildered and at a loss for how to react.

After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I'm not in pain."

Something seems off.

Yan Wei felt very uncomfortable, as if such words shouldn't have come out of his thin lips. So he quickly adjusted his agitated thoughts and returned to his usual state of lowering his eyes and hiding himself.

However, his aloof bone structure and handsome appearance destined him to be more than just a thin background figure.

"Good daughter, just like your father, fiercely protective of her own."

Wen Zhenyue chuckled again. As for his daughter's rebuttal, he thought, "Pshaw, it's been over ten years. Her fragile heart has turned into a rock. Why would she care about that?"

"Dad, you should have read some books. Is this how you use 'protecting one's own'? That's called protecting one's own."

Wen Yan sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation; her illiterate father had really embarrassed himself.

The waiter had prepared the private room and, bowing respectfully, ushered them in, saying, "Distinguished guests, the dishes will be served shortly."

After saying that, he closed the door, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and realized that the bearded man was really scary.

Yan Wei didn't know how to get along with people, especially the person in front of him who was smiling broadly and drinking wine, clearly very happy.

"Come on, son-in-law, have some food."

The powerful voice was like a sudden downpour, and that was with control.

After saying that, Wen Zhenyue pushed a plate of peanuts in front of Yan Wei, who had already poured wine and was quietly waiting for him.

Wen Zhenyue rolled up his sleeves, picked up the large bowl, and took a big gulp.

readily!

After finishing the wine, he looked at Yan Wei, who was holding the wine glass with exceptional elegance, and asked, "Why isn't my son-in-law drinking?"

Yan Wei glanced at the empty bowl, steeled himself, and sipped the wine.

"No, no, no, just sip a little to give him face."

Wen Yan quickly called a halt.

Yan Wei's current frail health is truly unsuitable for unrestrained drinking.

Wen Yan turned her head and said irritably, "Dad, are you going to get the husband I finally found drunk? I'm going to go back to Mom and cry then."

"Hmph, rebellious daughter."

Wen Zhenyue pursed his lips and took another sip.

"It's okay, I can drink."

Yan Wei's voice was clear and melodious, standing out prominently among the loud, gruff voices.

He took Wen Yan's wine glass, sipped it down in a few gulps, and seemed to be imitating Wen Zhenyue's method of pouring wine.

This made Wen Zhenyue laugh heartily, slapping the table and calling him his son-in-law.

They didn't eat much food, but they drank several jars of wine.

He drank himself into a stupor, slumped over the table, and made empty gestures.

Wen Yan had a headache, so she booked two more rooms and carried the person in.

As for Yan Wei, he sat there obediently, glancing at her every now and then, quietly waiting for her.

He must be drunk.

Wen Yan approached and touched his forehead, then pinched his slightly red face. For a moment, she couldn't tell if he was pretending to be pitiful or if he was genuinely showing his feelings. She was truly out of her mind.

"Yan and Wei?"

She called him, but he ignored her, blinking but not looking at her, his cold, beautiful eyes fixed on the dirty brown wooden board.

Wen Yan called his name a few more times in his ear, but he still ignored her. However, he didn't seem to mind her presence and didn't push her away. Instead, he put his hand on her shoulder as if he were leaning on her.

Wen Yan blinked. Did she hear me or not?

However, Yan Wei was very well-behaved after drinking. He was less cold and distant than usual, and less approachable with ulterior motives. He was much more genuine at this moment.

Much more harmonious.

His bloodshot eyes were wet, like the eyes of a deer that had been soaking in a cold spring, which softened her heart.

Wen Yan suddenly called out to him:

"Husband?"

"Well, I am."