A trace of self-reproach flashed in Leng Yan’s eyes, he sighed and said, "I said there was something going on, even if it involved her, there was a reason for it."
"So what exactly is it?" Wen Nuan bit her lip, looking into his eyes, "Brother, please tell your sister..."
She called again, intent on provoking his anger.
If he got angry, she would have a big argument with him. After all, she’d been drinking, who was afraid of who!
Leng Yan tightly clenched his teeth!
There was a rage inside his chest wanting to erupt, but he forced it down. After a long time, his voice softened, he looked down at her, "Nuannuan, you go back first, I’ll come later. I will explain this matter with Ji Wei to you after some time."
"What’s there to explain, old flames rekindled, huh. I’m not a fool, I can see that." She laughed softly, tears coming out as she laughed, "Such a good thing, a broken mirror has been mended, I will bless you both."
"Be good, go back, don’t think too much." Leng Yan furrowed his brows tightly, seeing her tears of laughter, his heart suddenly ached. He gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye, coaxing in a low voice, "Why don’t you sit in the car first, I’ll come find you when I’m done here."
"Why still wait a while, you still want to go to her, right?" His fingers stroked up, and the tip of her nose tingled even more. Wen Nuan tilted her head back, forcing the tears back, looking in Ji Wei’s direction with a cold smile, "It’s fine, go ahead."
Leng Yan also looked over, his handsome face suddenly changed color.
Someone was inviting Ji Wei to dance, Ji Wei refused, that person was unwilling, gripping Ji Wei’s wrist, trying to force her into the dance floor.
He saw Ji Wei’s face had changed color from pain, she was using her eyes to plead for his help.
"Wait for me in the car." Leng Yan closed his eyes, glanced at Wen Nuan, frowned and walked towards Ji Wei.
Glaring at Leng Yan’s back angrily, she walked to the rest area to sit down, Tan Qing had disappeared somewhere. She picked up a glass of red wine, but her eyes were still fixed on Leng Yan and Ji Wei’s direction.
"Is it so hard to dance? Miss Ji, you really don’t give face." The other party was still pestering, looking at her chest below the deep V-neck, his eyes showed a lascivious light, his fingers exploring wanting to reach inside.
"Mr. Wang... I really have something to do, I have to leave soon..."
Ji Wei’s wrist was gripped painfully, her face turned even paler. She already felt the wound wrapped in cotton on her wrist tearing open, any time now blood could seep through the cotton.
There were so many people here, many reporters too, if news broke out about her wrist being cut, she really felt like she’d rather die.
As she thought about how to excuse herself, she was looking for Leng Yan, and seeing him coming over, her face immediately showed an expression of joy.
Wen Nuan drank another glass, her drunkenness even more apparent. Watching Leng Yan walk towards Ji Wei, the cold laughter within her heart grew even more.
Can’t stand it anymore, can you, Leng Yan. If you want to rekindle old feelings, just say it. I already said it clearly before, if you love her, then divorce and fulfill you both. Now , what is it?
"Oh, Mr. Wang is here?" As soon as Leng Yan approached, he feigned surprise, "I just saw someone at the door who looked like your wife, I was wondering why she came, seems she’s looking for you."
"Ah, why is she here?" Wang Xing’s legs went weak at once upon hearing this, he greeted Leng Yan and then hurriedly went to hide somewhere.
"Is he that afraid of his wife?"
Watching Wang Xing’s face turn pale with fright, Ji Wei had been holding back a laugh. Seeing him leave, she softly asked Leng Yan.