He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 277 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 27)

On an otherwise ordinary day, the college entrance examination arrived, and surprisingly, Bai Wan was the most nervous among them.

She inquired with her neighbors about nutritious meals, and found that every meal was different. Zhou Yan had been eating there for the past few days, and Wen Qingshan would then take him to the examination hall after his meals.

"Xiao Yan, don't be nervous. Do your best. Come back with your Uncle Wen after the exam."

Zhou Yan was about to say no, but when he looked up and saw Bai Wan's expectant eyes, he nodded.

Wen Yan swallowed the vegetables in her mouth. "I want to go with Dad too."

Zhou Yan advised, "It's hot, you can just wait for me at home."

Wen Yan was determined: "It's not hot, I can wait under the tree."

Wen Qingshan looked at Zhou Yan and then at his daughter, pouting, "Your dad is hot."

For a moment, all three people at the table fell silent. Wen Qingshan swallowed a large mouthful of rice angrily, and seeing that everyone had stopped to look at him, he felt a little guilty.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say I wasn't going. Honestly, I can just wait under the tree with Xiaoyan. Seriously, everyone's staring at me."

Her voice trailed off as she glanced cautiously at Bai Wan: "I was just joking to lighten the mood."

"You'd better be." Bai Wan snorted, but she wasn't really angry. She knew how Wen Qingshan usually treated Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Wen. I will definitely come out as soon as possible."

Wen Qingshan looked up: "Who asked you to come out early? Just take the exam and come out as usual. You're not going to kill your uncle by sunbathing."

After saying that, Wen Qingshan muttered something and put a small piece of spare rib on Wen Yan's plate, and then threw another small piece of spare rib into Zhou Yan's bowl.

Wen Yan chuckled to herself when she saw this.

Wen Qingshan reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, saying, "If you laugh again, you'll only be allowed to eat vegetables for a day."

Wen Yan finally shut her mouth, but the smile in her eyes lingered.

On the first day of escorting students to the exam, Wen Qingshan was very nervous, moving back and forth under the trees, almost wearing through the road.

As soon as Zhou Yan left the examination room, Wen Yan was about to run over when Wen Qingshan darted in front of Zhou Yan like a gust of wind.

Wen Yan sighed helplessly: ...Dad, you said it would be hot, why aren't you coming?

Perhaps Zhou Yan's demeanor was too bland, because Wen Qingshan calmed down over the next two days. When he got bored, he asked Wen Yan to buy popsicles, and the two of them happily ate one each.

"Xiaoyan, by the time you take the exam next year, your mother and I will be experts."

The popsicle burst in her mouth, cool and sweet, perfect for cooling off in the summer. Wen Yan chewed it with great enjoyment, only nodding vaguely when she heard Wen Qingshan's words.

She caught a glimpse of a vendor selling mung bean shaved ice, blinked, and called out sweetly to her father, who was still biting into an ice pop, "Dad."

"Huh?" Wen Qingshan hadn't even swallowed the popsicle in his mouth yet, and he gave a haphazard reply.

"I want to eat mung bean shaved ice."

The elderly father squinted at the roadside stalls, looking troubled: "Your mother won't let us eat too much at once."

"Dad." Wen Yan didn't speak, she just kept calling him Dad.

The elderly father was conflicted.

The elderly father hesitated.

The old father brought back two bowls... four bowls of mung bean shaved ice.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the last exam was over, and Zhou Yan was once again the first to walk out.

He was tall and slender. He spotted the father and daughter in the crowd, and his eyes warmed. He walked against the flow of parents who were seeing their children off to the exam and stood in front of the two of them.

"Ta-da, sunflower."

Wen Yan presented a bunch of sunflowers, golden and bright. Above the large flower head were Wen Yan's crescent-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, his clear and bright eyes reflecting his entire being.

My heart was jolted by something.

As he accepted the sunflower, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Sometimes, for a fleeting moment, I really want to drown in her eyes.

Wen Qingshan coughed, his face expressionless.

In an attempt to wake up the pervert.

Zhou?Chihan?Yan didn't react in time.

Wen Yan turned her head. "Dad, did you choke?"

Wen Qingshan snorted: "No, it's so full it's almost to the point of bursting."

Wen Yan asked in confusion, "We only ate four popsicles, four bowls of mung bean shaved ice, and two pieces of watermelon. How can we be so full?"

Wen Qingshan gritted his teeth: "Your dad's had too much spiritual nourishment."

After saying that, he left first, choosing to avoid seeing it altogether.

I still can't accept that a pig is rooting up his cabbage right in front of him.

Zhou Xiaozhu Yan: ...

When Wen Yan saw her father leave, she tried to follow him, but a large hand touched her shoulder, and she turned her head.

"You ate four popsicles and four bowls of mung bean shaved ice?"

Wen Yan's eyes widened. Oh no, she'd spoken too quickly. She quickly laughed it off: "Haha, no, it's just... just one stick per bowl."

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and stared at her calmly, his gaze like a hammer, repeatedly hammering Wen Yan into the ground.

She lowered her head and twisted her fingers, her voice weak: "Okay, just two sticks and two bowls."

A sigh came from above. Zhou Yan patted her head, at a loss for what to do.

"Your period is due in the next few days, so you shouldn't eat anything cold, okay?"

"Okay, I won't eat anymore."

She wasn't unaware of this, but the closer it got, the less control she could have.

Wen Yan hooked Zhou Yan's little finger, and when he didn't react, she tugged at it again, put her whole hand inside, held it and shook it, her voice soft: "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore?"

Zhou Yan glanced at her and said, "I'm not angry."

Their hands clenched even tighter, their slender fingers squeezing in, their ten fingers interlocked.

He has always been domineering when it comes to intimacy.

The two were talking as they walked when they were suddenly stopped. It was Zhou Xian, who looked much more haggard than before. They had heard that his family had gone bankrupt and he hadn't taken the college entrance exam.

Her vision was quickly blocked as Zhou Yan stood in front of her. She couldn't see Zhou Xian's face, but she could hear his voice breaking down.

Like a pitiful, abandoned person.

"You have no heart."

"You deserve to be abandoned."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan poked her head out and asked, "The insects that drink water from the mud can talk?"

Zhou Xian was stunned, then sneered, "You think Zhou Yan likes you? Let me tell you, it's all an act. He's lying to you. He only loves himself, not even his own mother... Waaah!"

Then there was silence, because Zhou Yan made another move.

The police arrived quickly, handcuffed Zhou Xian, and took him away.

As Zhou Xian was leaving, his eyes turned sinister, and his lips moved slightly. Wen Yan understood what he meant and said, "You wait."

Zhou Yan saw it too.

He covered Wen Yan's eyes and promised, "He won't come out."

Walking down the street, Wen Yan didn't say anything, then felt her fingers being pulled.

“Yan Yan, it’s not what he said, I didn’t…” Zhou Yan’s voice was low and muffled. He thought Wen Yan had misunderstood and couldn’t wait to explain.

Actually, Wen Yan was just daydreaming.

Seeing the subtle tremor and unease deep in his eyes, her heart inexplicably clenched again. She didn't know how to comfort him, but she knew how to ease his anxiety.

So she tiptoed and pressed her soft lips to Zhou Yan's cheek. Actually, it would have been better to press them deeper, but they were still too young to press them too far.

Zhou Yan trembled as he embraced the girl, his burning hot hands pressing her even tighter into his arms.

Where Wen Yan couldn't see, Zhou Yan's eyes were slightly red at the corners, and his sharp eyes revealed a dark, aggressive allure.

He took a deep breath, the girl's sweet fragrance instantly filling his lungs. He then closed his adoring eyes contentedly and murmured silently: "Yanyan..."

He really couldn't imagine how he would live without her.