In his bones, he harbors intense hatred for Leng Yan and Li Qiu, yet outwardly, his smile is gentle. He is filial to Leng Siyan, tolerant towards Leng Yan. As for Li Qiu, in front of Leng Siyan, he even affectionately calls her "mom," though in his heart, he grits his teeth as he does so. However, on the surface, his smile seems sincere...
Leng Siyan naturally feels guilt towards his deceased wife, and seeing such a considerate son, he feels even more tenderness.
However, when seeing Wen Nuan, he gradually began to detest this "hypocrisy."
The real, genuine Wen Nuan, full of youthful vitality and thirst for love, made it increasingly difficult for him to let go after falling in love at first sight.
Every time she calls him "big brother," he responds with a smile, but in his heart, it feels like Leng Yan is forcibly driving a thorn into it.
Just a little more, and she would have been his wife. Leng Yan would have had to call her "sister-in-law," instead of the current ridiculous situation.
Every time he sees her mention Leng Yan, whether with a pained expression from love or joy, the flames of jealousy in his heart ignite, and he wishes he could forcibly erase Leng Yan’s name from her mind.
The cigarette remains in his hand, he gives a bitter smile, lights it, and takes just one puff when a text message notification sounds on his phone.
Leng Yan frowns as he glances at it, extinguishes the cigarette with his fingertips, and a mocking smile appears at the corners of his mouth.
Ji Wei, you finally couldn’t sit still, could you?
His distinct fingers open the message, and the mocking smile freezes on his lips.
The text from Ji Wei is very short, only seven words, but enough to shake his heart.
"Wen Nuan might be pregnant."
Staring at these words for a long time, Leng Ye’s fingers clench into a fist, veins pulsing.
"Impossible, impossible!" He repeatedly mutters impossibilities, furrowing his brows, and calls Ji Wei back.
"Xiao Liu, help me pack up some things, it’s time to go home." Ji Wei, looking at the incoming call display, calmly instructs her assistant.
"Tell me, you’re making this up!"
Upon connection, Leng Ye’s voice is laced with intense resistance beneath its calm exterior.
His mind refuses to accept this information input; he convinces himself that Ji Wei is lying.
Ji Wei supports her chin with one hand, coldly laughing, "Young Master Ye, are you anxious?"
"Tell me, you’re making this up!" Ling Ye springs up from the sofa, eyes burning fiercely.
"Oh my, can Young Master Ye lose his temper too? Tsk tsk, I thought Young Master Ye would always wear a gentle smile, though there might be a sharp knife hidden within that smile, but it would never show..." Ji Wei laughs more heartily, even more sarcastically.
She deliberately wants to provoke Leng Ye; she has no way to ascertain if Wen Nuan is truly pregnant. But she believes Leng Ye can do it.
"Ji Wei!" Leng Ye grits his teeth, growling her name lowly.
Ji Wei continues to smile faintly, "No rush, didn’t you see the word ’might’ I wrote? That means I’m not too sure either."
Leng Ye lets out a small sigh of relief, "Tell me the basis of your suspicion."
"One day I went to the hospital, and Wen Nuan happened to be there too. In the restroom, I saw her feeling nauseous and vomiting..." Ji Wei recalls the scene she witnessed that day.
"Young Master Ye, I believe you should know what nausea symptoms usually imply for a married woman." At the end, she says softly, with nonchalance in her words, though something grips tightly at her heart.
She knew all too well what lies behind nausea symptoms. Not only did she know, but she’d also experienced it herself. The child in her belly was discovered because she felt nauseous and went to the hospital for a check-up, leading to the revelation of her pregnancy, and thus the child was aborted.