He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 142 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty 32 (The End)

Shen Que stopped there, gazing at Wen Yan's slender back with mesmerized admiration. His grip on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, the bulging veins revealing his uncontrollable emotions.

He was lost in his own world, momentarily distracted, and when he looked again, the figure in front of him had already disappeared.

In the middle of nowhere, a beautiful young woman was all alone...

Shen Quexin's heart tightened immediately, and he quickly started the car.

"Knock down."

There was a knock on the car window, and Shen Que instinctively turned his head.

Wen Yan's pretty face came into view. She seemed not to see him and knocked again.

He politely asked, "Sir, could you give me a ride?"

It was like pouring cold water over his burning heart; his Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened horribly.

Don't you even have this basic common sense?

She wasn't afraid to knock on a man's car window in the wilderness and ask for a ride...

Before he could think further, the knocking on the window grew even more intense.

Shen Que neither opened the window nor spoke, sinking into the bottomless abyss of emotions, his mind conjuring up a pair of soft, beautiful hands and an extremely conspicuous pair of rings on them...

God knows, when he first met Wen Yan, there was a handsome young man standing next to her, and they chatted happily.

He even saw Wen Yan pat him on the shoulder, their gestures intimate.

It was with this raised hand that he saw the dazzling wedding rings.

His heart ached as if it were being torn apart, and he stared at her bright smile for a very long time.

Ultimately, I chose to leave.

"Shen Que, open the door for me!"

Wen Yan was furious; she had already discovered Shen Que.

If I don't catch you this time, I'll change my name to Wen Yan.

A look of astonishment flashed across Shen Que's eyes.

How did she know it was him?

Shen wanted to start the car and drive off, but he was afraid of scratching her.

"Shen Que, if you don't open the door, we'll never see each other again, and you'll never see me again in this lifetime."

Wen Yan clenched her fist and smashed it against the car window.

She desperately squeezed out two tears to soften Shen Que's heart.

Shen Que was indeed swayed by this, and the door opened the moment tears welled up in his eyes.

He couldn't bear to see her cry.

It hurts even more than being stabbed with a knife.

He stood there helplessly, his thin lips moving slightly, his hands clenching unconsciously at his sides, and his eyes trembling.

"Kanyan."

He hadn't done anything wrong, but he felt inexplicably guilty.

Wen Yan was angry, but seeing his current appearance, she couldn't stay angry.

The man looked more rugged, his well-fitting black suit making him appear even more composed and reserved, his dark pupils trembling fragilely, reflecting her entire being at that moment.

He had completely lost his previous youthful and immature demeanor; standing before her, he appeared to be a successful businessman.

He hesitated, then tentatively pulled her soft body into his arms, his warm fingertips silently wiping away the tiny tears from the corners of her eyes.

Wen Yan nestled in his arms, her fingertips clutching his neatly pressed suit jacket, silently leaning against him without saying a word.

Shen Que gently embraced her.

Even knowing it was wrong, he still chose to submit to his own heart.

Wen Yan peeked out from his arms, stared at his thin face, and blinked: "Are you nearsighted?"

"No, businessmen need to appear refined."

"Oh."

She didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't answer either.

He simply held her silently, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

"Snapped."

My mouth was suddenly hit.

Shen Que was bewildered. Why did they hit him?

"Can't you speak properly? Always playing the 'I want to say something but don't' act. Do you really think I can read minds? Keep hiding, keep hiding, this place will be destroyed sooner or later."

She broke free from his embrace, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, sat down, and glanced at him who was still outside the car: "Let's talk in the car."

Shen Que snapped out of his daze, bent down, and stepped into the car.

The silence continued to flow in the narrow space.

Wen Yan was defeated by him, so how could she be speechless? She wondered if there was any misunderstanding between them... right?

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her gaze toward Shen Que gradually turned serious.

She was about to speak when the man interrupted her.

And without beating around the bush, he got straight to the point: "Your ring..."

Wen Yan felt like her skull was about to explode. Okay, she got it.

She originally wore it to save herself trouble, but it ended up making her husband run away.

She laughed angrily.

"Ha, so you thought I was married?"

Think?

Shen Que seized upon the loophole.

His dark eyes lit up instantly, the answer he so desperately longed for slowly drawing near. His breathing quickened, and his voice trembled: "No...nothing?"

Wen Yan rummaged in her bag and threw a small black box toward Shen Que, who caught it instinctively.

"Yours."

Wen Yan said irritably.

Two years! This damn ring has wasted two years of their lives!

She was filled with deep regret!

Shen Que didn't care about her tone; his hands holding the box were trembling, and tears welled up in his dark eyes in disbelief.

He carefully opened the box, picked up the ring lying quietly inside, and trembled so violently he felt like he was about to break.

"Yanyan, could you help me put it on?"

Wen Yan took the ring, held his slightly trembling hand with one hand, and with the other hand, she slipped it onto his ring finger, meeting his intense gaze.

The suppressed emotions came on intensely and wildly, like a sudden thunderstorm on a sunny day, or a tornado rising from the ground.

The moment Wen Yan was deprived of her breath, she actually felt a sense of relief.

The kiss was as fierce as ever, the saliva welling up in his mouth, and the intense invasiveness inside his lips sent shivers down his spine.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, wiping across their cheeks as they pressed together, a sight both heart-wrenching and alluring.

Wait a minute, Wen Yan came to her senses.

Her tears were still welling up in her eyes, yet to fall—that single tear—

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Shen Que, who had his eyes closed and was shedding tears, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Excitement... pain!

A beautiful woman's tears are captivating, especially those of a rugged, tall man with a strong face, wearing a disheveled suit, his eyes half-closed, his eyelashes glistening with moisture.

It stirred up a hidden sense of pleasure within her.

"Close your eyes."

A man's hoarse voice came through, and his soft lips seemed to have been bitten.

Wen Yan couldn't bear to close her eyes, so Shen Que covered her eyes and kissed her with extreme tenderness.

Finally, with her ears red, Shen Que searched for the scattered clothes and placed them one by one next to her.

Wen Yan glared at him and struggled to her feet.

Shen Que quickly pulled her close, looked down at the person clutching his arm, and resignedly picked up her clothes to carefully button them up for her.

His upturned lips hinted that he was happy to do it.

Everything is exactly the same as it was when it ended two years ago.

The movements were just a little clumsy.

He seemed to remember something, his hand pausing as he buttoned her clothes, and he casually asked, "That boy?"

Wen Yan asked, confused, "Which man?"

With Shen Que's incredibly precise prompting, she remembered.

The tone was as helpless as could be:

"That's my brother, my biological brother, the kind with the same parents..."

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed his cheek hard, wanting to laugh at both him and herself.

Shen Que slightly turned his face to the side, his voice low and seductive: "This side too."

Wen Yan generously pressed a heavy print on the same spot on the other side, making a loud "pop" sound.

Everything went smoothly as expected. Wen Yan brought Shen Que home, although Wen's father still found fault with Shen Que.

However, he still quite approves of this son-in-law.

He looks presentable, with a sturdy build; he's not bad looking.

Although he agreed, the father-in-law still wanted to make things difficult for his son-in-law, since he had been through the same thing.

"Cough cough..."

"Dad, if you cough again, I'm leaving with Shen Que."

Wen's father could still control the tone of his cough, but upon hearing this, it took a sharp turn and blew straight into the winding mountain road.

He is very disappointed with his friend.

My daughter is biased towards outsiders.

Just as he was about to say a few words of advice, Shen Que's words made him become kind and gentle.

"Uncle Wen, I am willing to marry into your family."

"Good, good, good boy!"

Mr. Wen beamed with joy and immediately stopped making things difficult for him.

Who says they don't like their son-in-law? This son-in-law is fantastic!

-

The belated wedding took place the day before New Year's Eve.

The already bustling military compound became even more lively, with the falling snowflakes melting into water and drifting down.

Wen Yan lay down next to Shen Que, her icy little feet nestled in the crook of his legs.

Do you remember the first time you met me?

Wen Yan's eyes showed signs of weariness, but she perked up again upon hearing this.

Shen Que gently stroked her hair, his tone soft and slow: "I still remember the first time I saw you, you were a lovely young girl, and the next time I saw you was in a cornfield."

Wen Yan's pupils constricted sharply: "You know about that time!"

Shen Que nodded.

He went in on purpose because he had already seen someone being dragged in. He didn't want to get involved, but he caught a glimpse of her and recognized her as the educated youth who had smiled at him.

She went in as if possessed, scaring away the people who were trying to drag her away.

She seemed very scared, her voice was low, she covered her mouth, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

Most importantly, there was the terror in her eyes.

Shen Que stopped moving, turned around and walked out.

Later, he silently followed her all the way, watching her enter the educated youth settlement before going home.

The memory abruptly ended because Wen Yan started crying.

Shen Que patiently wiped away her tears.

Gently coax.

There were no stars that night, only the bright lights of thousands of homes. Looking at his sleeping wife in his arms, Shen Que felt a warm glow in his heart.

That New Year's Eve, he found love and a home.