She kept rejecting his calls, but during that time, she answered Tan Qing’s. It seems, just as he suspected, her relationship with Tan Qing is not ordinary!
"Wen Nuan, get up!" Thinking of her eating, dancing, and laughing with Tan Qing, his anger flared. He grabbed her forcefully, making her sit up, shaking her shoulders: "Explain to me about you and Tan Qing! Why do you take his calls but not mine? I’m your husband!"
Half-consciously, she opened her eyes, squinting to look at Leng Yan, then suddenly chuckled, showing her girlish innocence: "How are you my husband? Aren’t you the brother from next door?"
"Wen Nuan!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth, really wanting to bite her to death, persisting on this point, huh?
"Explain to me about Tan Qing, does he like you?"
"Friend, a very, very good friend, a friend who won’t hurt me." Her shoulders were sore from his grip, Wen Nuan murmured in a weak voice, not even sparing him a glance, her eyes already closed, and soon a shallow breath came from her nose.
Leng Yan’s forehead darkened, staring blankly at her for a moment, angrily getting up to the balcony to smoke.
The window wasn’t open, the smell of tobacco filled the room, and a silent tear rolled down from the corner of Wen Nuan’s eye. She carefully wiped it away, closing her eyes without moving.
Yes, she was pretending to sleep just now, she didn’t want to bother with him at all.
In the morning, she left the villa without having breakfast. She took the same taxi she called yesterday, deliberately keeping the driver’s number, just to leave earlier.
"Is work tough? Why do you start so early?" The driver chatted casually with her on the road.
"Yes, there’s some work to do this morning." Wen Nuan smiled softly, looking back at the gradually fading villa, her heart filled with irritation again.
She left early on purpose because she didn’t want to see the face that confused her mind.
Not seeing Wen Nuan in the morning, Leng instinctively looked out the window, wanting to see if she was doing yoga, but the yard had only flowers and grass, no familiar figure. He hurried downstairs, seeing Sister Ping and Xiao Mi had already prepared breakfast, he asked in surprise.
Xiao Mi quickly answered: "Young Madam has a lot of work today and had to leave for the company early. Young Master, please have some breakfast."
"Not hungry!" He retorted coldly, returning to the bedroom, fuming as he picked up his phone.
Wen Nuan glanced at the number and answered.
Leng Yan’s temple vein throbbed: "Resign from MT tomorrow and go work at the Leng Family!"
He’s furious, clearly, Tan Qing has ulterior motives towards her. He doesn’t want to be cuckolded.
Looks like he really has to keep a close watch on this woman.
"I’m not going." Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, this time she decided to stand her ground.
She wouldn’t leave MT. Having struggled to find a job she liked, how could she leave it?
Even though the Leng Family also deals with fashion, today she doesn’t want to compromise on anything. Besides, since he’s so good to Ji Wei, their divorce is just a matter of time, if she goes to the Leng Family tomorrow, would she leave from there again later?
Just thinking about it seems ridiculous.
If she wasn’t afraid that her father couldn’t take it, if she hadn’t caught the "affair" herself, she would drag him to the Civil Affairs Bureau for the paperwork right now.
"Can’t let go of your job or can’t let go of Tan Qing?" She dares to defy him , Leng Yan’s rage boiled over, yelling into the phone so loudly that it hurt the eardrums.