He’s wearing that shirt again...
This is the shirt Wen Nuan made herself. She said she sewed each button by hand, even pricked her finger with the needle once, and she proudly mentioned that luckily, there was no blood on the shirt.
Now, he really wishes there was something of hers on it.
"Tan Qing, I actually wanted to buy this for you." Qu Min bit her lip, handing him the neatly wrapped shirt from the store clerk, "Asking you to try on clothes for my brother was just an excuse. I was afraid if I said it was for you, you wouldn’t try it on."
"Even now that you’ve said it, I won’t take it, Qu Min, return it." Tan Qing brushed aside the clothes she handed over and walked out without looking back.
There’s no possibility between him and Qu Min. He wouldn’t use his current emotional vacancy as an excuse to make Qu Min a substitute. That would be unfair to Qu Min; after all, he had always treated her as a good friend, and their families had been friends for generations. He didn’t want to deceive her.
"Why did it take you so long?" When Wen Nuan returned, Leng Yan was lying on the bed watching TV, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Seeing her come in, he tossed the remote aside and pointed to the space beside him, "Come and sit."
"I forgot my wallet, had to run back to the film set to get it." Wen Nuan smiled, taking out the clothes, "Try it on and see if it fits?"
Leng Yan took the clothes and set them aside, squeezing her face, examining her carefully, "Nuannuan, you don’t look well. Did something happen?"
She was smiling, but not as brightly as usual. He could tell at a glance that something was off.
"Nothing really, maybe I’m just tired from running back and forth." Wen Nuan replied, feeling a little guilty, then decided to continue, "I just saw Tan Qing in the clothing hall downstairs; he was with Qu Min. By the way, do you know Qu Min?"
The Qu Family has some fame in the city, perhaps they’ve met at business events or occasions. The Wen Family was relatively less affluent, and since she hadn’t been in the country for the past few years, she wasn’t too familiar with the upper society, so she hadn’t known Leng Yan and Tan Qing before.
"Qu Min?" Leng Yan frowned, thinking carefully for a moment, "Qu Zhizhou’s daughter? I think I saw her at a ball once, but only that one time."
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