"I’m sorry, I’m not used to telling strangers my name."
Wen Nuan maintained a faint smile on her pretty face as she spoke, neither servile nor overbearing.
She could tell that this man was just a playboy looking to flirt around. Perhaps women flocked to him just because of his looks and impressive figure.
But, unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in him.
"It’s okay, with your phone number, I can naturally find out. Anyway, I won’t be entering ’Anonymous’ before your number."
Tan Qing looked at her with a mischievous smile, as if nothing could faze him.
Wen Nuan was exasperated by his cheekiness, she took a deep breath and maintained her faint smile: "My name is Wen Nuan, ’Wen’ as in warm, and ’Nuan’ as in warm."
She always introduced herself with words like that.
"What a coincidence!" Tan Qing chuckled softly while entering his name into the phone, "Remember my name, I’m Tan Qing, ’Tan’ as in speaking, ’Qing’ as in love, sounds like ’talking about love’, just like your name, it’s also a word."
Only a fool would have fate with you! Talking about love? And mentioning love?
Such a playboy probably spends every day talking about love.
After returning from outside, Wen Nuan took out Tan Qing’s shirt, carefully washing it while recalling his cheeky grin, she couldn’t help but hum softly.
Damn man, when she was leaving, as they said goodbye, he even called her "Little Nuannuan" in such an ambiguous voice that she wanted to bite him.
"Young Madam, let me wash the clothes."
Sister Ping said hurriedly after tidying up and seeing Wen Nuan washing clothes.
"No need, it’s just a shirt, I’ve already washed it." Wen Nuan waved her hand lightly; this shirt was troublesome to wash, it could only be hand-washed, not machine-washed, and couldn’t be wrung out, just gently pressed to squeeze out the water.
Though she hadn’t graduated yet in fashion design, she already knew these things, she was afraid the maid might accidentally ruin it.
Gently squeezing out the water and turning the shirt inside out, Wen Nuan was about to take it out to the yard to dry when she hesitated.
This was a men’s shirt, and it wasn’t Second Young Master Leng’s. It seemed improper to leave it in the yard. She frowned slightly, suddenly remembering something, a smile curled up at her lips.
It would be fine to put it on the balcony, after all, Leng Yan wouldn’t be back for a few days. She could hang whatever she wanted, who cares!
After doing all this, Wen Nuan pulled out a book about fashion design from the suitcase she brought and lounged on the soft sofa nearest to the balcony, leisurely reading.
She loved fashion design, and although she hadn’t graduated yet, her designs had already won awards several times at school. Her greatest wish was to be able to create her own fashion brand one day.
Though it was already afternoon, the April sunlight was still bright and cheerful. Bathed in its warmth made her feel a bit sleepy, so she casually took out a light blanket, still holding a book in her hand, ready to sleep without worrying about catching a cold.
"Young Master is back."
The servant announced respectfully while preparing dinner ingredients, seeing Leng Yan walk in.
"Where is the Young Madam?"
He lowered his gaze slightly, instinctively scanning his surroundings as he had seen that car downstairs, knowing she had returned.
Last night, he went to sleep in the guest room next door at midnight, he didn’t even feel interested in seeing what she looked like. Yet, inexplicably, he had been picturing her appearance all day today. Who knows which nerve of his was acting up!