"Something at the company? Another damn excuse, right!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth.
Every night she still returned very late. Seeing the darkness on the second floor, Wen Nuan would only enter the Guest Room, then get up early in the morning.
This repeated over and over.
It had continued for three days in a row.
"Coming home so late every day, is MT’s boss a capitalist?"
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Leng Yan gritted his teeth and sent a message to Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan opened it, smiled faintly, and didn’t reply. Soon another message came chasing after: "If you’re not home by nine tonight, I think we need to have a chat with your father about your work."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Wen Nuan’s lips.
Did he think she’s just trying to avoid worrying Wen Qingyan?
Fine, she’ll go back. But she still didn’t want to pay attention to him. After work, Wen Nuan went to the data room and borrowed a lot of materials. She ate outside, estimating that she could drive home by nine, and then went back.
"Young Madam, you’re finally back, I’ve been hesitating whether to give you a call."
As soon as Wen Nuan walked in, Sister Ping’s voice followed. She couldn’t help but pause: "What’s happened?"
"The Young Master..." Sister Ping looked sorrowfully at the closed door upstairs, sighed deeply: "He’s having a stomach problem, the pain is making him sweat coldly. He won’t eat, nor take medicine. Xiao Mi and I just brought things up, and he wouldn’t even open the door. Young Madam, could I trouble you to take the food and medicine up to him?"
"How did this happen?"
Wen Nuan’s heart suddenly tightened, her voice carrying an unmistakable tension. After speaking she regretted a little. Why was she so nervous, even if she was nervous, she should act like she wasn’t. Otherwise, how could she harden her heart when leaving him.
"Young Madam, let the Young Master eat something first." Sister Ping sighed lowly.
"Alright." Wen Nuan and Sister Ping went up one after the other, and the door was indeed locked. Frowning, she got the key. As soon as the door opened, Leng Yan’s low growl immediately rang out: "Get out! I said I’m not eating, can’t you hear?"
Looking up at Wen Nuan, he slightly frowned: "Sister Ping, you can go downstairs."
After speaking, he turned back to lie down, showing Wen Nuan his back.
Wen Nuan took the tray handed over by Sister Ping, smiled faintly.
"Eat something, please." She placed the food on the coffee table, gently nudging him on the bed.
Leng Yan’s body trembled slightly, he really wanted to turn around immediately. Held back, he said coolly: "Oh, you decided to come back today? So, are you treating this place as home today, or just a boarding inn?"
Wasn’t it you who forced me to treat it like an inn!
Wen Nuan stared at his back, raised an eyebrow: "You’re still able to speak sarcastically, and quite confidently too; doesn’t sound like someone with a stomachache."
She stood up, looking at his back, said lightly: "Sister Ping has reheated the food, and the medicine is ready, hurry up and eat."
After speaking, she bit her lip to not feel heartache for him, and turned to leave. She had brought back many materials today, she needed them to get through the tough nights where she could barely fall asleep.
Every night lying in the Guest Room, she would often only sleep a little. Most of the time, she would stand on the balcony looking at the stars, softly singing the songs her mom taught her. Singing one after another, until tears couldn’t hold back, and then she’d go to sleep.
"Wen Nuan, stand still!"
The gentle footsteps rang in her ears, like heavy hammering on her eardrums. Leng Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, shouted harshly at her, the cold sweat on his forehead seeping more and more.