He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 237 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 14

Liang Jinglan's eyelids trembled as he awaited Wen Yan's words, his heart pounding erratically as he imagined all sorts of things to come.

I avoided looking into her eyes, not daring to meet her gaze.

After waiting for a while without Wen Yan speaking, he recalled some reckless remarks he had heard in the army, and upon careful consideration, they made sense.

There were some things he should have spoken up about first, but unfortunately, he was as thin-skinned as a moth's wing, and a single poke would break his skin.

Unlike him, who was pondering and preparing, Wen Yan very gently withdrew her hand, leaned over and kissed his other cheek, and then remained silent.

She felt like she was waiting for him; if he didn't say anything, she would wait a little longer before giving him another kiss.

Her thuggish behavior, coupled with her fair complexion and gentle demeanor, gave her an air of scholarly elegance.

She teased him, "Doesn't Your Excellency have anything to say to me? If not, then let's just pretend I was drunk tonight."

Liang Jinglan asked anxiously, "How could you be drunk? You're perfectly sober."

"But you don't say anything."

"I...I don't know what to say."

He recalled what the roguish soldier had said that night: to please a woman, you have to force yourself on her; they love it.

But looking at Wen Yan, he felt that what that person said was wrong.

How could he casually pull at the celestial beings in the heavens?

Wen Yan adjusted her posture, no longer sitting upright as she did during the day. She lay down sideways, propping her head up with one hand, and looked up at him:

"Then how about I teach you, Lord Marquis?"

"it is good."

Liang Jinglan was exceptionally obedient, and the way he earnestly sought her advice melted her heart. She finally understood why she liked raising children.

These are the people she personally trained.

Any aspect.

Wen Yan smiled at him, "In this situation, the Marquis will usually say something to make me happy."

“Then, I’ll give you all my money.” Liang Jinglan said with utmost seriousness.

He seemed to think it wasn't enough: "I have some land, estates, and shops, all for you."

He moved quickly, and after speaking, he was like a gust of wind. He ran out and came back with a stack of silver notes and land deeds in his arms.

His eyes were sincere, as if what he held in his arms was not all of his wealth.

Wen Yan chuckled, then noticed a few unusual ones. She pulled one out and saw it was a birth chart and household registration document. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Does Your Excellency intend to achieve everything in one go?"

"No, no, these were all together, I was in a hurry so I brought them all together."

He was a little flustered; people experiencing their first stirrings of love, whether male or female, inevitably feel awkward and nervous when facing someone they like.

This was taught to him by Yuanjun.

However, he couldn't see Yuanjun's nervousness. Did she not like him?

But she had already kissed him.

Thinking things through alone is not Liang Jinglan's usual style; he prefers to be direct.

"My beloved, I love you, what about you?"

"you guess?"

Wen Yan especially liked to tease him.

"I can't guess."

Wen Yan is like a cunning old fox; how could someone with his level of experience possibly see through him?

"Idiot." Wen Yan lifted half of the blanket: "Get in."

Liang Jinglan's face flushed, and he shrank back as he came up, his eyes trembling. He always listened to Wen Yan's words.

Especially after my husband left.

These past few months have already made it a habit for him.

His body was warm, like a small heater. Lying next to him, I felt a continuous warmth, and my whole body felt cozy.

Wen Yan stopped teasing him and poked his arm with her hand under the blanket: "I also love you, Jinglan."

Liang Jinglan's breath hitched, feeling as light as if she were walking on clouds, her heart both soft and throbbing.

"Yuanjun..."

Wen Yan covered his lips: "Call me Yan Yan in private, I like that name."

"Yan Yan." Liang Jinglan changed it smoothly.

"Okay, go to sleep. I'll be leaving in a few days."

Judging by the timing, the important milestone of the former official being promoted to prime minister is approaching.

Liang Jinglan: "Gone? Where did you go? What about me?"

Wen Yan tilted her head to look at him: "What does Your Excellency think?"

Liang Jinglan blinked.

Wen Yan sighed: "They must be with me."

Having received the order, Liang Jinglan was no longer worried. His large hand moved under the covers, stopping when it touched the back of Wen Yan's hand. He tentatively enveloped her hand and closed his eyes contentedly.

so amazing.

Feelings are truly a mysterious thing.

Wen Yan tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't. She smiled slightly and let him be.

The gentleman, far away in the capital, was extremely worried. He had written several sheets of paper, and in the dead of night, he took a freshly printed letter and had it rushed to Xuguan.

His eyes were dark from pulling several all-nighters.

That wasn't all. After delivering the letter, he took a lamp and went into his study to begin his next round of overtime work.