He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 28 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 3

Wen Yan stepped onto a patch of soft mud, and half of her shoe sank in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it out. These were her favorite shoes.

Her eyes were filled with anger. She tried to pull her shoe off, but instead of getting it off, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Wen Yan curled her lip: "Break ground, and I'll fill you in sooner or later."

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a blue figure out of the corner of her eye. Thinking it was a servant, she didn't think much of it and called out to him.

"Hey you over there, yes, you, stop right there and come help me."

The girl's voice carried a sweetness unique to young girls, like a wind chime in spring.

Xie Yin was a little surprised to hear her call him, since she usually avoided him as quickly as possible.

Thinking of that beautiful figure in the garden, he still hesitated before walking towards her.

He warned himself, "Shh, this is the last time."

He simply hadn't seen such vibrant and upward-moving vitality in a long time.

Wen Yan fell onto the clay, crushing several tulips. Pale pink petals lay on her fingertips, and sap stained her porcelain-white hands.

Xie Yin walked up to her and stopped, staring thoughtfully at the crumpled petals.

Wen Yan felt a chill run down her spine from his burning gaze.

The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his royal blue suit trousers hugged the lines of his legs, with the buttons of his suit jacket neatly fastened to the top.

He stood there with an upright posture like a pine tree, exuding an air of composure and nobility.

The colors she wore made her look old, and she was even more boring than her dad, Wen Yan thought to herself.

The man was very tall; she had to look up to see his face. His deep gray eyes were sharp and unfathomable, staring intently at her… hand?

Shouldn't it be the face?

However, he is really good-looking, with naturally deep-set eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a well-defined jawline.

Sunlight streamed down from behind him, casting her in his shadow. He looked down at her with an inscrutable expression, a strange sense of scrutiny about him.

Wen Yan felt a little regretful. This man seemed like someone who was not to be trifled with, and could definitely not be a servant.

Some wanted to back down, but since they had already made the announcement, the only people who would come to the Xie residence at this hour were Xie Yichen's brothers. So they decided to just let it go.

"Help me up," Wen Yan commanded sweetly, but then panicked when she met the man's gaze and instinctively explained, "I really can't get up."

His tone was somewhat pitiful.

Xie Yin stepped forward, reached under her armpits, and half-lifted her up like a child.

His natural, elegant aura blended with the floral scent in the air, creating a unique fragrance that made Wen Yan feel dizzy the moment he got close.

Realizing the way he was supporting her, Wen Yan was somewhat annoyed. How could he support her like that?

Wen Yan was embarrassed and annoyed. Regardless of his status, she said angrily, "My shoes are still stuck in the mud. Pull them out for me."

She tried her best to keep a straight face, secretly determined not to be outdone by his imposing presence.

Xie Yin's gaze followed her down; her fair feet sank into the mud, and there were still faint mud spots on her calves.

His eyes darkened, and as if possessed, he squatted down, his warm hands resting on her calves, wiping away the unsightly mud.

Then, with a slight grip on her calf, he used his strength to pull her foot and shoe out of the mud.

Wen Yan's cheeks flushed crimson, as if she had been burned, and her eyes darted around.

The spot on my calf where the man had touched me still felt warm from his palm, a tingling sensation.

How could he be so frivolous?

"I apologize, Miss Wen, I meant no offense." Xie Yin slowly stood up, looking at her calmly, a stark contrast to her flushed face.

Wen Yan stammered "You, you, you," then suddenly blurted out, "You pervert!"

Xie Yin was somewhat surprised; being called a hooligan for the first time was rather...unusual?

They would only call him an executioner, a butcher, a wicked devil... there seem to be too many to count.

However, she is still young, and it's perfectly fine for a child to be a little lively.

After he figured it out, his hard facial features softened, and his eyes revealed the tolerance of an elder for a younger person.

Wen Yan cursed, but then regretted it. He was the one who called out to her, and she was the one who asked him to help. This isn't the old society anymore; what's wrong with touching her calf?

She wanted to apologize but couldn't bring herself to do it, so she offered a way out by saying, "Could you do me another favor? I'd like to change my clothes."

The girl's thoughts were easy to guess; her probing gaze and uneasy fingers were all signs of seeking reconciliation.

Yes, children who can admit their mistakes and correct them are the most lovable.

"can."

He then took a step back to create some distance between them, and led the girl toward the villa, having someone bring over a dress along the way.

Outside the guest room.

Xie Yin waited for a while and then left.

His behavior today was a bit out of control; he wasted half an hour on irrelevant things and was still waiting for her at the door. Something was wrong.

He warned himself again, Xie Yin, this is the last time.

However, he is indeed getting on in years and should start thinking about raising the next generation. He should go to the orphanage another day to see if there are any suitable ones.

In the bathroom.

Wen Yan sighed comfortably as she soaked in the bathtub: "Rich people really know how to enjoy life."

233: "Host, look at that string of zeros in your account. Nobody in the main world is richer than you..."

"It feels good to spend other people's money, but it hurts to spend your own."

Wen Yan leaned back lazily and said, "Hey, you little good-for-nothing, check if Xie Yin's gone yet?"

"Just left."

"Seriously, men are so heartless. They can't even wait a little longer."

233: You've only known them for less than half an hour, it's already good enough that they wait a while.

"By the way, host, you really don't know he's Xie Yin?" 233 asked sincerely.

"I don't know, I didn't know just now, but I'll find out in a bit."

233 got confused and simply went silent.

Downstairs living room.

Grandpa Xie and Mr. Wen were chatting after finishing a game of chess when Wen Yan slowly walked downstairs.

Grandpa Xie was getting on in years and loved watching the younger generation. He took her hand affectionately and said, "Xiao Yan, you should stay here and have lunch before you leave."

Wen Yan didn't stand on ceremony and took the old man's arm, saying, "Then I'd like to order. I've heard that the chef here is incredibly skilled, and I've been craving it for ages."

The old man beamed: "Good, good, let them make whatever Xiaoyan likes to eat."

The two were chatting happily when Grandpa Xie, who was over seventy years old, was amused by Wen Yan's witty remarks and burst into laughter.

"Father."

A deep voice interrupted their conversation. Wen Yan felt the voice sounded familiar and turned around to look.

"Why is it you?" Wait, what did he call Grandpa Xie?

Father!?

No, there's only one person who's so young and calls the old man "father"—Xie Yin.

Wen Yan's mind was a little confused. He wasn't Xie Yichen's older brothers, but his uncle?

Grandpa Xie looked at Wen Yan's reaction with some suspicion: "You two know each other?"

"I just saw him at the door."

Xie Yin answered calmly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards Wen Yan.

She truly suits red; she's even more beautiful than the roses in the garden.

Wen Yan was so embarrassed she almost scratched her toes on the ground, her mind replaying what she had just said.

"Why don't you switch jobs and come to Wen's? Wen's offers very good benefits."

"Is Miss Wen so unguarded with everyone?"

"No, not at all. Although Xie Yin is old-fashioned and dull, practically an old relic, he is extremely polite. Nothing could possibly happen in his home."

What did she say? Old-fashioned! Stiff! Antique?!