Oh my God, he just cursed Leng Yan. It’s over. With the power of the Leng Family, crushing him is like crushing an ant.
But why did Young Master Leng come here? He swore he never did anything to offend him.
"Zhou Boliang, you bastard, tired of living, aren’t you?!" Leng Yan delivered a swift hook punch, fiercely striking Zhou Boliang’s nose: "Where’s Ji Wei?"
Wen Nuan’s lips slowly brimmed with bitterness.
Of course, he came because of Ji Wei. She attempted to step forward to see what happened to Ji Wei. However, her legs felt like they were filled with lead; she gritted her teeth just to move them.
"Young Master Leng, Ji Wei she..."
Zhou Boliang’s lips trembled; he thought Mo Jing was just scaring him. He had clearly seen Leng Yan and Madam Leng together, looking very much in love. But what’s happening now?
Although Ji Wei is a signed artist of Qingcheng, and Leng Yan is her boss, he definitely wouldn’t just ignore this situation. But Leng Yan’s expression didn’t seem like he was standing up for an employee; he looked furious, as if he found out his woman was being bullied and wanted to kill someone.
He admitted he was just being foolish earlier. This Young Master Leng could completely have a loving relationship with his wife and still look for women outside. What’s more, this woman is Ji Wei—what man wouldn’t be tempted?
"Ji Wei?" Zhou Boliang instinctively glanced at the large bed inside, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
If Ji Wei was Young Master Leng’s woman, wouldn’t he have become Leng’s rival in love? Young Master Leng would kill him. He hurriedly wiped his sweat: "Are you talking about that popular star? Young Master Leng, you must be joking. How would I know where she is?"
"Is that so?" Leng Yan sneered, shoving him aside, his brows furrowed tightly.
Wasn’t Ji Wei supposed to be here? But why is there no movement?
"Ji Wei." He called her name anxiously as he walked inside.
Her hands and feet were tightly bound, unable to move, her mouth stuffed, and the drugs left her weak all over. Ji Wei struggled hard to make a sound come from under the blanket, weak and full of immense pain.
Wen Nuan stood at the doorway, watching Leng Yan’s anxiousness, listening to his slightly panicked voice, tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Not knowing what to say, she had heard everything Mo Jing said earlier. She urged herself to remain calm. Leng Yan is a kind person; he just wants to rescue Ji Wei and not let Ji Wei get bullied.
If it were her, she wouldn’t just stand by and watch a woman get bullied by a man either. Moreover, Leng Yan is a passionate man.
Although weak, there was some movement. Leng Yan held his breath, eyes fixed on the large bed, where something was stirring.
Bound hands and feet, unable to move, Ji Wei could only turn her head a bit to create some anomaly to attract Leng Yan’s attention.
"Young Master Leng, I really don’t know any Ji Wei."
Zhou Boliang was sweating profusely, his body instinctively blocking the bed: "Young Master Leng, you must be mistaken. We can check at the service desk. Ji Wei is a star; how could she possibly be here with me."
"Get out of the way!"
Leng Yan roared, grabbing Zhou Boliang’s arm and pushing him aside. Zhou Boliang stumbled, crashing into the bedside table, blood oozing from his forehead.
Without even glancing at him, he yanked the covers off, and his handsome face suddenly turned away, showing a complex expression with a faint blush.
Ji Wei lay on the bed wearing only her underwear, her face full of tears, and upon seeing him, tears flowed even more fiercely.