He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 288 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 7

May Heaven protect you.

Wen Yan jogged up the steps, afraid that if she was a step too slow, the shop door would close right in front of her.

The glass door is transparent, and once the blinds are fully drawn, the interior is completely visible.

Exposed pipes, an Instagram-worthy wall covered with posters of contrasting styles, and an iron chandelier hanging above a leather lounge chair.

A black men's jacket hangs on a skull cross, making it particularly eye-catching. The double sofa in the rest area is also in a dark style, blending in with the overall atmosphere.

Throughout the space, apart from the shade-tolerant Monstera deliciosa in the corner, the rest of the colors were dark and somber, with a strong masculine atmosphere permeating the space.

In this environment, Wen Yan inexplicably became nervous.

She is the kind of obedient girl that her elders would describe. Her first act of rebellion was disobeying her parents and leaving home to open a shop. Her second act is now.

When I went to university, my father was very strict and I didn't dare to date. I did meet quite a few men, but it was a complicated story.

In her eyes, those people could not be called normal people; they were more like alien species.

"Ring—ring—"

The hand with distinct knuckles gently stirred the wind chimes that hung like a curtain, producing a long, lingering tremor, like a stretched silver thread, delicate and not noisy.

Wen Yan's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the man's fingers that were playing with the wind chimes, then she looked up and met a pair of very indifferent eyes.

Neighbor...neighbor????!

Her pupils dilated suddenly, her heart pounded for no reason, and even her lips trembled slightly, much like a spirit deer that had mistakenly entered an encirclement. Her clear, watery eyes trembled with panic and unease.

Just then, the man walked steadily toward her. He was wearing a black vest that clung to his skin, and with each step, his powerful waistline exuded tension.

Male Bodhisattva.

Wen Yan felt unwell, her head was spinning, but her eyes followed the man to the skeleton and put on his coat.

Muscles are nowhere to be seen, waistline is concealed.

"Have you seen enough?" Chen Yan interrupted calmly, leaning back to face her.

"Enough looking." Wen Yan's face flushed red as she stammered a reply, not realizing her mistake afterward.

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow.

It's quite novel that someone who used to pretend to be blind has actually come to this shady shop.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, no, something's wrong." His gaze was intensely piercing, and his voice inexplicably weakened.

Chen Yan didn't expect her to speak, so he chuckled and pulled up a stool to sit down.

"I'm guessing, this goody-two-shoes girl has never been an adult, so she came to this shady shop to broaden her horizons?"

He was tempted to tease him, and his casual tone dragged out unusually long.

"No."

"Not what?"

"It's not some shady shop."

Chen Yan, who thought she would deny the first half of her statement, was taken aback.

Wen Yan stared at her intently for a moment, her eyes meeting his, and earnestly told him, "Running a shop is not easy. It will upset the shop owner if you give the shop a derogatory label like this."

Meeting her stubborn and serious gaze, Chen Yan's expression turned strange for a moment, but he ultimately didn't continue joking.

You're getting worse as you get older. You're such a grown man, why are you getting so worked up over some young girl?

Did you stay up late because you were angry?

Chen Yan then asked her what she was doing there.

"Tattoo".

"What?" Chen Yan wondered if he had misheard.

The girl in front of me, so fair and innocent, clearly well-protected by her family, actually wants to... get a tattoo?

Chen Yan's expression was strange.

"I want a tattoo," Wen Yan repeated patiently. "Could you please find a shop owner?"

She mistook Chen Yan for another customer who had come to get a tattoo.

After all, he had a black python tattooed on his shoulder blade.

"I am."

Now it was Wen Yan's turn to be stunned. "You're the boss?"

"Is that strange?" Her reaction amused Chen Yan, who saw the corners of his mouth slightly upturned before quickly falling back down.

He was in such a good mood that it was hard to believe he was in an air-conditioned elevator.

"No, no," Wen Yan waved her hand, "it's the black python on your shoulder blade, I thought you got it tattooed there."

Chen Yan's expression turned indifferent, as if he didn't really want to continue the topic: "It's a friend's tattoo."

Wen Yan keenly sensed his emotions and stood stiffly without moving. The next second, the man pointed to the sofa with his chin: "Sit."

This man can have three emotions in a second: a happy smile, an unhappy sullen face. He's so hard to please.

Wait a minute!

It's as if she's the guest.

Wen Yan suddenly became confident. She was a customer who came to the store to make a purchase. The customer is God, so why should God be afraid of her?

Wen Yan sat down and stated her request: "I want a tattoo, do you have any designs you would recommend?"

"Is the pattern included or designed?"

"I don't know much about this, so you can recommend one."

Wen Yan searched online for several days but couldn't find anything she liked, so she simply stopped worrying and stole a glance at the man who was looking down at his manuscript.

He should be more professional than her.

Chen Yan flipped through the pages one by one. The unique designs were beautiful, but they didn't suit her. It would always feel awkward to have them tattooed on her body.

Wen Yan's gaze slowly shifted to the wind chime curtain that was making the sound. Her brow twitched, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes. She couldn't wait to ask:

"Can I get a wind chime tattoo? Like this one."

After speaking, he pointed to the curtain.

Suddenly remembering that there seemed to be a similar wind chime on the hem of her skirt, she excitedly untied one, held it in her palm, and showed it to Chen Yan: "I like this."

She smiled softly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curving upwards, revealing shallow dimples that seemed to hold fine wine, more intoxicating than her crescent-shaped eyes.

so sweet.

Chen Yan's previously indifferent gaze deepened slightly as he shifted his gaze to the wind chimes, sketching out their basic shape with a few strokes: "Like this?"

Wen Yan leaned closer to look at the drawing. Her long, silky hair swept across the man's arm and fell onto the manuscript paper, causing the man's arm muscles to tense up.

Chen Yan stared at the back of her head, lost in thought.

Sometimes I even suspect she's doing it on purpose.

She quickly dismissed the unrealistic thoughts in her mind; she was just a well-behaved girl who was nervous even about getting a tattoo... nothing more.

Where to get the tattoo?

"……waist."

Chen Yan paused in his drawing, gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Lie down."

After he finished polishing the manuscript, he saw the girl lying on the sofa looking at him, her hands folded and placed flat on her stomach. She looked a little nervous and stared blankly for a long time.

"God back."

A hand appeared in front of me and waved.

Wen Yan suddenly found her anchor, grabbed the man's little finger, and asked uneasily, "Boss, does tattooing hurt a lot?"

The waiting felt like every needle was about to pierce her skin; her fingertips trembled slightly with fear.

Chen Yan glanced at the fingers he was holding, his gaze meeting her doe-like eyes, which were now brimming with tears.

"Tattoos vary from person to person; everyone's experience is different. Some people will feel a lot of pain, while others will feel nothing."

"I see." She loosened her grip on his hand a little, just holding it loosely, then remembered something and said, "We've met so many times but haven't exchanged names yet. Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Wen Yan."

Chen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed: "Chen Yan."

"Boss Chen."

"Hmm, are you sure you want to get this tattoo?"

“Yes,” Wen Yan closed her eyes with a death-defying resolve, but before the man could make a move, she opened her eyes in confusion and met his ambiguous smile.

"Mr. Wen, would you like me to carry you over?"

Wen Yan then realized that the tattooing was to be done at the workbench in the inner room, and repeatedly refused, "No, no need."

She quickly got up, ran to the tattoo chair, lay down, and her cheeks were flushed.

Chen Yan followed, and after disinfecting, he lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing a section of her soft, almost glowing white waist.

His eyes dimmed instantly, as if something had seized his mind.

"Relax, don't be tense."

My waist was gently patted.

Wen Yan suddenly opened her eyes, looked helplessly at Chen Yan, and tensed up even more.