Secretary Zhang heard this, his eyebrows lifted with joy, quickly thanking, but unknowingly offending Leng Yan even more.
"Suppress all the related reports completely!"
When Leng Ye entered, Leng Yan was crumpling the newspaper and tossing it into the trash can, while calling the assistant handling this matter.
"Isn’t it just a scandal? This isn’t the first time, I’ve never seen you so worked up before." Leng Ye placed a water cup on Leng Yan’s desk, picked up the crumpled newspaper to take a look, raised an eyebrow at him, and chuckled lightly, "Being this angry, it seems you really can’t forget about Ji Wei, can you?"
"Big brother, you’re truly relaxed lately. Addicted to managing my love life, or is this another plan of Mom’s, using you to warn me?" Leng Yan raised an eyebrow, his thin lips curling into a cold smile at Leng Ye, "Father still hopes that you’ll soon give birth to a legitimate grandson for the Leng Family. If big brother has the time, it would be better to find a partner for yourself first."
"That’s Father’s idea, I’m not interested in marriage yet, otherwise how could Wen Nuan have been your wife!" Leng Ye’s smile gradually faded, remembering the anger from his own runaway marriage with no outlet to vent.
"Just a pity big brother missed the chance and it’s gone for good..."
Gently stroking the coffee cup that Leng Ye had brought over, Leng Yan sat down in his office chair, shrugged with an indifferent tone, "It’s too late for regret now, big brother. Better not to keep staring at our Nuannuan. Lest it ruins your image in the eyes of the old man. Well then, shouldn’t big brother be going out? Today’s meeting is chaired by you, and time is running short."
Leng Ye left, but he laid the newspaper back on the table. Leng Yan looked down at a corner of the newspaper where a silhouette wasn’t completely captured, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
Others might not notice, but he saw it clearly.
It turned out that both he and Ji Wei got on the nanny car one after the other, and Wen Nuan was just there looking directly at him.
Staring at the newspaper photo, Leng Yan gritted his teeth. A feeling like being caught in bed spread through him, pinching his brow, he hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone to dial.
He had memorized the number by heart, only after entering it dozens of times did he firmly chew his teeth and dial it.
Wen Nuan saw her familiar phone number, paused for a moment, and a mocking smile slowly crept across her lips.
"Hello, what’s up?" she said lightly, suppressing her complex emotions.
"Nuannuan." Leng Yan gripped the receiver tightly, closing his eyes; he had never been this nervous in his entire life, his voice somewhat hesitant: "Tonight... come home early, I have something to discuss with you."
Wen Nuan glanced at the newspaper, smiling faintly, "I’m sorry, I have dinner with my mentor tonight, so I can’t come back too early. Also, I’m about to go into a meeting. It’s very important and will be long, I’ll have to turn off my phone, bye-bye!"
Very smoothly, almost without a pause in between, she hung up and turned off the phone in one go. Only her heart felt as if something was hollowed out, unable to recover for a long time.
Is this enough? By cooling down , soon they would no longer be entangled with each other.
Although it would be hard, one must get used to days without him. So, from now on, she would avoid contact and slowly let the feelings that had grown for three years fade away. By proceeding , maybe the heartache would lessen a bit. Focus on designing well, strive for an opportunity to go abroad, and stay away from him for a while.
When she returned after studying abroad, she would uproot this damned, inappropriate love entirely!