Leng Yan hurriedly pulled the quilt over her, yanked the towel from her mouth, and violently hurled it at Zhou Boliang’s face. Then, he delivered a fierce kick to Zhou Boliang’s stomach: "Zhou Boliang, still watching? If you don’t get out, do you plan to stay until you’re blind!"
What woman of his? He didn’t have time to explain now; seeing what Zhou Boliang did to Ji Wei, he wanted to beat Zhou Boliang until he was unconscious.
Zhou Boliang quickly scrambled up, too panicked to even put on his shoes: "Young Master Leng, spare me, I really didn’t know she was your woman. If I had known, not even with a hundred guts would I dare."
Not daring to look at anything, he apologized with his head lowered and scurried out.
Wen Nuan looked at Leng Yan, listening to Zhou Boliang’s words, and bit her teeth coldly, leaning against the side.
As soon as Ji Wei’s mouth was free, she burst into tears with a loud cry, tears flowing like a breached dam.
"Ji Wei, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to not answer your call." Thinking of the missed call, Leng Yan’s guilt surged from his heart. Ji Wei had called him for help. If he had answered the call and come a bit earlier, she wouldn’t have suffered such great humiliation and disgrace.
He took a tissue to wipe her tears, carefully untied the rope binding her wrists, afraid of hurting her. Seeing the red marks, especially the bloody, indistinct cuts on her wrists, Leng Yan’s heart was fiercely wrenched by something.
The pain made his brows knit tightly.
He had let her down time and again. He tried to make amends, but compared to Ji Wei’s pain, it was nothing.
Wen Nuan stood by the door, watching him carefully doing everything, her heart feeling a dull ache, not knowing how to describe the feeling.
She told herself not to be too petty, that anyone else would do the same. Yet, just like when Ji Wei fell into the water, that complex feeling could not be dispelled.
Ji Wei said she wanted to win her husband back, but she had to watch her husband help her rival.
"Yan, luckily you came." Ji Wei cried even more intensely, her teary eyes blurred, and she sobbed as she reached to hug his neck.
Leng Yan’s body was abruptly startled. Instinctively wanting to push her away, but she hugged too tightly, her sobbing was so heart-wrenching, his guilt left him feeling helpless.
Wen Nuan closed her eyes, her hand gripping the door frame, trying to give herself some support.
"Your feet are still tied, I’ll untie them." His mind was full of Wen Nuan’s image, Leng Yan gritted his teeth, pried Ji Wei’s fingers open without hesitation, and turned to untie the rope on her ankles. Due to struggling, the red marks here were also very obvious, shockingly red.
Ji Wei’s arms, pushed away by him, hung limply, her voice light and faint. The clear heat of her body made her want to jump into icy water. That earlier embrace had made her increasingly sad, and she softly uttered a word, unconsciously sultry and melting.
Such a sound, Wen Nuan was not unfamiliar with. During moments of deep emotion with Leng Yan, she would involuntarily moan . Wen Nuan opened her eyes in surprise, stepping inside slightly, and Ji Wei’s unusual blush on her cheeks made her pause.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, someone hurriedly dashed in, nearly bumping into her.
"Sorry, sorry." Mo Jing instinctively apologized, looking more awkward when he saw it was Wen Nuan.
Leng Yan instinctively turned his head. Seeing Wen Nuan, his body stiffened: "Nuannuan?"