Wen Nuan’s slender fingers were held by Tan Qing’s hand, and instinctively she wanted to pull away, but he gripped tighter. She looked at Leng Yan, smiled a little at the corners of her mouth, suddenly not wanting to let go. But the next second, her waist was suddenly embraced, and she found herself in another’s arms.
"Leng Yan!" Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, staring at the man who had forcibly taken her away.
Leng Yan’s eyes narrowed dangerously, lowering his head to look at her with a wicked gaze: "Don’t want to tell him who I am, is that so? Fine, I’ll tell him myself!"
Tan Qing was once again stunned, with complex emotions immediately engulfing his entire body.
He wanted to step forward, but it seemed like an invisible barrier stopped him, making his feet unable to move.
A voice in his mind kept reminding him: Wen Nuan and Leng Yan, not just neighbors! And it’s not as simple as Nuannuan just having a crush on Leng Yan.
He urgently denied the sudden thought that sprang up in his mind.
But the next moment, his self-comfort was completely shattered.
His eardrums clearly received Leng Yan’s magnetic voice tinged with sarcasm and coldness.
Leng Yan said, "I am her husband."
The voice was soft, falling into his ears, yet it was like a heavy iron hammer, painfully striking.
"I’ll repeat it again." Leng Yan tightened his grip on Wen Nuan’s waist more possessively, sensing her body’s stiffness, his heart ached, yet his face remained calm as he lightly kissed her forehead, looked at Tan Qing with a smile almost provokingly, and said, "I am her brother, but only a romantic brother, Young Master Tan, please don’t misunderstand."
Wen Nuan really wanted to laugh, wanted to sneer loudly.
What kind of romantic brother is he to her? A couple about to divorce, where the man found another woman outside, yet in front of outsiders, he says he is her romantic brother.
Tan Qing only felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head, his brain never reacted so sluggishly before, it took him a full two minutes to digest Leng Yan’s words, looking at Wen Nuan: "Nuannuan, is what he said true? Is he your husband?"
Wen Nuan slowly nodded, her eyes filled with pain and apology: "I’m sorry, Tan Qing, I never told you about my married status."
By now, it couldn’t be hidden anymore. Confessing to Tan Qing is also good, letting him completely give up.
Tan Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Is he the man you’ve loved for three years? But, Nuannuan, you’re not happy, are you?"
Having a first love become a husband should be a happy thing. Why can’t he see happiness on Wen Nuan’s face, he sees her pain instead.
Wen Nuan just wanted to explain, the force on her waist increased. Leng Yan cast a cold glance at Tan Qing, tightened his grip on Wen Nuan’s wrist, pulling her toward the car, warning Tan Qing without looking back: "Young Master Tan, whether she is happy or not, is none of your business!"
Wen Nuan is his wife, no need for other men to care!
Especially someone like Tan Qing with ulterior motives!
"Leng Yan, let me go!" Stuffed into the car forcibly, she glared at Leng Yan and shouted angrily.
"Let you go?" Leng Yan sneered, "And let you go find Tan Qing? Wen Nuan, make clear who is your husband!"
Saying this, he got around and into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat, the car sped away.
Wen Nuan initially struggled, but the car was locked, she couldn’t get out, ultimately she fell silent, pressing her lips tightly, not saying another word.
Until the car drove into the villa, the lock was opened, she pushed the car door open and went inside, taking advantage of his parking time, asked Sister Ping for the key, clattering upstairs, locking the guest room from inside.
With the key in her hand, Leng Yan wouldn’t come in unless he broke the lock.