Earlier, Ji Wei didn’t admit to it, and Mo Jing couldn’t figure out the true relationship between the two. But now, that doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are rumors that Leng Yan doesn’t like his current wife, so if they say Ji Wei is his lover, maybe people will believe it.
"Everyone knows that when Young Master Leng got married, he didn’t even attend the wedding, right?" Mo Jing tried to analyze the situation for them: "He has no feelings for his wife, the one he likes is Ji Wei."
"Young Master Leng has no feelings for his wife?"
Zhou Boliang frowned slightly, recalling the scene earlier. Suddenly, he laughed as if he’d heard a ridiculous joke: "Since when did my second sister-in-law learn to talk nonsense?"
Ji Wei looked at Zhou Boliang powerlessly, seeing his smug expression made her panic. How could she forget, she just saw Zhou Boliang greet Leng Yan and Wen Nuan. Their interaction was so intimate earlier; he couldn’t possibly believe Leng Yan and Wen Nuan lacked feelings.
"When did I talk nonsense?" Mo Jing bit her lip.
"Young Master Leng and Madam Leng are dining right here at this hotel. I just greeted her when I went out, and they seemed inseparable." Zhou Boliang laughed heartily: "Alright, second sister-in-law, you better go back lovingly with Brother Xin."
Mo Jing looked at Ji Wei, regretting so much it hurt, softly calling her, wanting to pull her out of Zhou Boliang’s embrace.
"Let’s go home!" Xin whipped his hand around Mo Jing’s wrist, dragging him toward the door.
If Mo Jing keeps making a fuss , he’s afraid Zhou Boliang might change his mind about helping him. As they reached the door, he handed over a room card, looking sleazy: "The hotel room card, Old Zhou, keep it well, an hour of spring is worth a thousand gold."
"Want to take a walk?" Leng Yan finished paying the bill and asked Wen Nuan.
"No." Wen Nuan shook her head; she had been out all afternoon and was a bit tired.
"Alright, let’s go back to the room." Leng Yan took her hand and walked toward the guest rooms.
The hotel where they dined was where their room was, and because the cuisine was good, they hadn’t gone elsewhere.
"Tired?" Once inside the room, Leng Yan slightly frowned looking at her: "I saw you yawning several times in the elevator just now."
Wen Nuan nodded: "A little bit."
She had gone to bed late the night before, worked through lunchtime, and now she felt quite uncomfortable.
After freshening up in the bathroom, she took off her long black coat to reveal a sexy qipao. As she flipped the covers to get in bed, her waist was suddenly gripped tightly. Leng Yan’s large hand encircled her. With his head buried on her shoulder, his voice was low and authoritative: "No sleeping."
"Hmm?" Wen Nuan turned her head, puzzled, looking at him: "Why?"
"Of course, because..." Leng Yan suddenly bowed his head, deliberately squinting and looking at her sexily clad, his voice low and alluring: "I want you."
Blushing from his actions, Wen Nuan gritted her teeth and glared at him: "Is that all you think about? But, there’s not even a, you know, here."
No condoms, and she couldn’t calculate the safe period. What if she got pregnant?
"Then let’s do it without. I also have images in my head of you, me, and a baby playing in the park." Leng Yan shamelessly hugged her tight and nibbled lightly on her earlobe: "Nuannuan, let’s have a baby."