Leng Yan and Tan Qing asked almost simultaneously, then both paused in surprise.
"Didn’t she come back with you?" Tan Qing was confused: "Didn’t you say you were going to bring her back?"
"I thought she was still inside." Leng Yan frowned deeply, not caring to say more to Tan Qing as he rushed out to dial Wen Nuan’s phone.
"Miss, where are you heading?" The taxi driver looked at Wen Nuan in the back seat and asked during a red light.
"Yes, where to?" Wen Nuan let out a bitter smile, talking to herself.
When she got in, the driver asked where she was going, and she simply replied, "Just keep driving forward."
Looking at the familiar roads outside, it was that intersection again.
Heading east leads to the Wen Family, heading south to the Leng Family.
She really wanted to go east, but in this drunken state, how could she. She would definitely lose control and burst into tears.
She didn’t want to go there even more!
After hesitating for a moment, she told the driver the name of a hotel. Playing with her constantly ringing phone, her eyes and heart equally lost.
Sometimes it was Leng Yan, sometimes Tan Qing.
She would never answer Leng Yan’s calls. But Tan Qing’s...
After hesitating, Wen Nuan saw Tan Qing’s number flashing again and pressed the answer button: "I’m taking a cab home, no need to worry about me."
"Didn’t Young Master Leng say he would send you? Why are you leaving alone?" Tan Qing couldn’t keep calm: "You’ve drunk so much, how can you go home alone? Let the taxi driver take you back, I’ll send you home. Or tell me where you are now and stop, I’ll come find you."
Wen Nuan’s nose tingled as she felt like crying.
If there’s no love left, then at least there’s friendship. She really needed some comfort now, wanted to tell him about her and Leng Yan. But...
Forget it, recalling Leng Yan’s words, she gave up. Looking at the misty night, she smiled softly: "I’m almost home, my phone is about to die. Tan Qing, see you tomorrow."
Ending the call, the phone continued to ring.
She glanced at it, her heart letting out a cold laugh, the ringing was really annoying, so she put the phone on silent, letting it blink on and off.
At first, the calls got through, later it turned to busy, and then eventually I didn’t pick up.
Leng Yan threw the phone onto the car seat, leaning his head back with a deep frown.
He understood Wen Nuan’s temperament, and in such a drunken state, she wouldn’t go to the Wen Family.
Clenching his teeth, he typed a message, then felt assured enough to head back to the villa.
He didn’t believe that once she saw it, she wouldn’t return home.
Sister Ping heard the carved door squeak and instinctively looked outside, her mouth gaping wide.
Was that the Young Madam?
In a beautifully elegant dress, but with such a staggering gait...
Wen Nuan’s drunkenness was overtaking her, she squinted and greeted Sister Ping: "Sister Ping..."
Sister Ping saw her unsteady steps and hurried to support her, but she couldn’t hold her back, almost letting her fall to the floor: "Oh my, Young Madam, how could you drink this much. Xiao Mi... Xiao Mi, come help..."
"Young Madam..." Xiao Mi ran out from inside, also taken aback, quickly supporting her upstairs to the bedroom.
The deeper the alcohol surged, Wen Nuan almost fell asleep the moment she hit the bed, the phone slipping from her bag to the floor without her noticing.
When Leng Yan pushed the door open, he saw Wen Nuan sleeping crookedly on the side.
He picked up the phone that had slipped to the floor, seeing that the message had indeed been read.
He had sent: If she wasn’t home, he would go to the Wen Family to find her.
Gazing at the call log, a stern look immediately spread across his face.