"Don’t worry." Gripping Tong Xi’s hand, Wen Nuan softly comforted her, eyes fixed on Ji Wei and Leng Yan, her heart overflowing with complex emotions.
Clenching her teeth, she suppressed the urge to leave.
Now, she could only pray that Ji Wei was okay, so that Xixi would also be safe.
Leng Yan was focused on Ji Wei, paying no attention to Wen Nuan and Tong Xi standing behind him. Ji Wei only coughed up a few small mouthfuls of water, not appearing to have swallowed much. However, her eyes just wouldn’t open.
Her hands hung weakly, if not for her body being warm and her nostrils still breathing, Leng Yan might truly suspect Ji Wei would leave this world.
Leng Yan’s brows furrowed tightly, he had to perform artificial respiration.
In the past, he wouldn’t have hesitated to lean down and do it. But now...
"Young Master Leng, I’m afraid artificial respiration is needed." Wu Weitong rushed over upon hearing the news, wiping the sweat off his forehead, urgently urging: "Young Master Leng, hurry up."
Artificial respiration? Wen Nuan’s hand abruptly trembled, her lips pressed tightly together.
A life was at stake, what could she say?
Artificial respiration wasn’t something only Leng Yan could do, she could completely stop Leng Yan and have someone else do it. But the question was, from what position could she speak?
Although he proclaimed before Tan Qing that she was his wife, everyone at the shooting site only knew her as Tong Xi’s friend, not the president’s wife.
Yet, she had to admit, she wasn’t a saint, she really minded her husband performing artificial respiration on his ex-girlfriend.
Especially since this ex-girlfriend still loved him, always thinking about how to take him away from her. She couldn’t just see Ji Wei as a woman on the brink of death.
But being kind-hearted, she also couldn’t stop Leng Yan from saving her.
It was a precious life, she couldn’t watch it disappear and remain indifferent.
Leng Yan hesitated for a moment, glancing toward Wu Weitong and Director Weng, and other people...
"Don’t look at me, my wife is a tigress. If word got out about having close contact with an actress, she’d kill me." Wu Weitong hurriedly waved his hand.
The last time he sent an actress home, he was severely scolded when he got back and even had to write a pledge not to have any seemingly ambiguous contact with female stars.
"Young Master Leng, stop hesitating, hurry up." Director Weng also quickly waved his hand.
Rumors of ambiguous relationships between directors and actresses were always lively, he always kept himself clean and naturally wouldn’t get involved in this mess.
Leng Yan locked his brows tightly, closed his eyes for a moment, and leaned down.
Wen Nuan bit her lip tightly, turning her gaze to the side.
Yan, it’s just about saving someone, it doesn’t matter if the other party is anyone or Ji Wei. Even if it wasn’t her, he would save her. He’s so kind, even three years ago he knew he would be stung by bees, yet still offered his clothes to cover her from wasps.
Closing her eyes, Wen Nuan kept persuading herself not to care.
Tong Xi’s fingers tightly twisted together, looking at Wen Nuan, her heart tangled into a knot.
It’s all her fault! If she had known this would be the outcome, she would have found another way to deal with Ji Wei, and not end up being a hindrance to Wen Nuan .
Leng Yan leaned over, looking at Ji Wei’s pale lips, the shadow of warmth appearing before his eyes again, he stopped.
If it were someone else in this situation, he definitely wouldn’t hesitate. But the other person was Ji Wei; he didn’t want her to be in any danger, but he was extremely resistant to having intimate contact with her.
"You, yes, you, come over here!" Tong Xi squeezed Wen Nuan’s hand, signaling her not to worry. She pulled over the actor playing the guard: "Artificial respiration, quickly."