He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 197 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 4

Xiao Chen was a bit conflicted. He was the boss's man, but the old man also wanted him to supervise the boss's important life events.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should report the matter to the old man.

"Assistant Chen, don't forget who pays your salary." Suddenly, Fu Chen spoke up, his smiling eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to obediently play the role of a quail.

I'm sorry, sir, the boss will pay his salary!

Wen Yan was completely unaware of the undercurrents here. She was on her way home by car. After arriving home, she had dinner with the two elderly people and casually mentioned her work at the theater.

Upon learning that she had indeed stayed, the two of them seemed to have become more than ten years younger, their faces beaming with joy.

They were happy, and Wen Yan was happy too, but her smile quickly faded.

The theater is open every day at eight o'clock?

Isn't it 9:30?

Wen Yan quickly called the person in charge, Brother Li, and learned that she had joined later and that she had a performance this weekend, which meant she would have to spend more time practicing her pieces.

"Xiao Wen, don't worry, our troupe is absolutely humane. It's just this week. After this week, it will be 10 o'clock."

Wen Yan looked dejected after hanging up the phone; she really didn't want to get up early.

Sure enough, Wen Yan was dragged out of bed by Old Mrs. Wen the next day.

She struggled three times before opening her eyes. When she checked the time, it was 7:30. She woke up instantly, quickly washed up, ate a few bites of breakfast, and went out.

"This kid."

Grandma Wen sighed helplessly as she looked at the porridge that had barely been touched. It was only at times like this that she felt her granddaughter was like someone her own age.

At other times, she's so sensible it breaks your heart.

"Don't worry about it, Xiaoyan knows what she's doing."

"Even if we know the numbers, we can't skip meals." Grandma Wen muttered to herself. She had already stood up, but then remembered something and sat back down, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Old Wen, what do you think of that kid from the Xiao family? He called yesterday saying he wanted to meet Xiao Yan, saying there was some misunderstanding."

Old Man Wen, holding the newspaper, didn't even look up: "What misunderstanding could there be? It's a matter between young people, we shouldn't get involved."

Grandma Wen disagreed: "Xiao Xiao is a good person, and her age is just right."

"No matter how good it is, it still needs my granddaughter's consent."

After hearing what Old Man Wen said, Old Mrs. Wen also felt that it made sense, so she gave up the idea, but she still couldn't let it go in her heart.

At noon, Grandma Wen brought food and personally delivered it to Wen Yan, partly to see where her granddaughter worked and partly to ask her what she thought.

Unexpectedly, she received a call from Xiao Yichen halfway there. His tone was sincere, so after thinking about it, Grandma Wen simply booked a private room.

Misunderstandings shouldn't be delayed; it's best to clarify them face-to-face. Aren't people always saying online that the main character doesn't have a mouth?

When Wen Yan arrived, she saw this scene: Xiao Yichen and Grandma Wen were chatting and laughing.

Xiao Yichen caught a glimpse of Wen Yan out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up instantly. He looked at Wen Yan pitifully, as if she had done something wrong.

Wen Yan suppressed her anger, didn't even glance at the chair he pulled out, and went straight to the seat furthest away from him. She put down her bag and got straight to the point.

"Why did you trick me into coming here?" The tone was extremely cold.

"Sister Xiaoyan, I didn't!" Xiao Yichen immediately explained, "I just wanted to have a meal with Sister Xiaoyan."

Grandma Wen also advised, "Xiao Yan, we should at least give her a chance to explain, shouldn't we? We can't condemn someone based on mere rumors."

"Xiao said that was his cousin, and his mother asked him to take her to see a play. I called Mrs. Xiao and confirmed that it's true."

Grandma Wen genuinely thought Xiao Yichen was a good person, young and promising. She heard that he had already joined her family's company for training before graduating, and he was doing a great job. There was no problem with his abilities.

The key point is that he has secretly loved his granddaughter for many years, and she has also investigated his character and found him trustworthy.

In case something happens to her and Old Man Wen, there will be someone to take care of Xiao Yan for them.

Looking at the worried look in Grandma Wen's eyes, Wen Yan couldn't bring herself to say anything hurtful.

He cursed Xiao Yichen in his heart for being shameless.

Ask Madam Xiao, ha, compared to the down-on-her-luck, indebted woman being kept by her son, she would certainly prefer a daughter-in-law who is good in every way—family background, appearance, and ability—and can bring her honor when she goes out with her.

How could they not help cover for Xiao Yichen?

Seeing Xiao Yichen's somewhat guilty and evasive eyes, Wen Yan felt a surge of anger rising within her.

Bah, you scumbag!

You tricked her, betting she had no evidence, right?

Ha, you'll be crying then.

Wen Yan suppressed the urge to flip the table and throw Xiao Yichen away, and forced out a gentle smile. With the intentional or unintentional matchmaking of Old Madam Wen, she ate the most unpalatable meal she had ever had in the world.

Finally, Grandma Wen smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. If there's a misunderstanding, resolve it. Don't always think about getting rid of people. That's how things can last."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Yes."

"Besides, don't you quite like Xiao Xiao? Oh, I forgot, you even gave her jasmine." Grandma Wen became even more affectionate.

Xiao Yichen's eyes lit up, and his gaze toward Wen Yan gradually became unclear.

Wen Yan took a sip of old blood: Death!

She forced a smile: "Grandma, listen to me..."

"Shh, Grandma understands. We don't interfere in the affairs of young people." Grandma Wen looked like she knew everything, and Wen Yan almost closed her eyes and passed away.

But she couldn't say anything, because she had no evidence!

"Xiao Yan, don't rush back after get off work today, the security at home is very lax."

Grandma Wen smiled.

Xiao Yichen smiled shyly.

Wen Yan forced a stiff smile.

After watching Grandma Wen leave, Wen Yan didn't even glance at Xiao Yichen before turning and walking away.

However, Xiao Yichen thought she was just shy and loudly said he would come to pick her up early.

Wen Yan stumbled and nearly fell to her death.

After her anger subsided, she began to think. Originally, she wanted to show the evidence to Old Man Wen and Old Lady Wen first, but she was busy with other things, and since Xiao Yichen didn't cause any trouble, she forgot.

She can't provide the evidence now, otherwise the old lady will definitely think she did it on purpose. If Xiao Yichen manages to fool her, this matter will likely be overturned.

How to do it?

A suitable candidate gradually emerged.

Wen Yan had a sudden flash of inspiration: How could she forget him? It seems she'll have to run into him a few more times.

As expected, Wen Yan saw Xiao Yichen at the door after get off work. Remembering her plan, the smile on her face was less resistant.

She walked over and, after rejecting all of Xiao Yichen's suggestions, including but not limited to watching movies and plays, chose to walk with him for a while.

Xiao Yichen found it strange, but didn't take it to heart. Seeing Wen Yan's smile gradually becoming genuine, he assumed that Ye Qianqian's matter was over, and his smile became even more genuine.

After confirming that the black sedan that had been waiting nearby for a long time had driven away, Wen Yan immediately stopped smiling and said in a cold tone, "I'm leaving first."

She immediately took out her phone to call a car, and luckily there was one nearby. In less than a minute, she got in the car and drove away, leaving Xiao Yichen completely bewildered.

Why does Sister Xiaoyan's face-changing look like Sichuan opera?

Meanwhile, the oppressive atmosphere inside the car remained throughout the journey for Fu Chen.

Xiao Chen had no way to express his suffering.

He kept asking for her contact information, but the boss wouldn't listen. Now look what happened—he's lost his wife.

What are we waiting for? We should step up when it matters!

Looking in the rearview mirror, Xiao Chen caught a glimpse of Fu Chen's dark and unfathomable face, and inwardly cried out in despair.

Why didn't he rush up and ask for Ms. Wen's contact information for his boss?

With his contact information, plus his dating advice and the boss's looks and physique, it's bound to work out!

Don't even mention it! To mention it is to regret it so much that I'll beat my chest, stamp my feet, and sigh to the heavens!

"Go and investigate this man."

"Yes!"

Fu Chen rubbed his brow with one hand, while his other, with its distinct knuckles, toyed with a cat-shaped pendant. Anxiety welled up within him, his breathing quickened, his eyes flickered, and his lips moved silently in a muttered murmur:

Wenyan...yanyan...