The black silk floated down lightly, swaying in the breeze, making her unable to hold back her anger.
"You... have gone too far!"
With a strong glare, Wen Nuan forcefully pushed Leng Yan standing in front of her and instinctively ran downstairs.
That dress was so expensive!
It was a design by JOE, and she couldn’t afford it!
Leng Yan was caught off guard by her push, and he steadied himself with a hand on the wall. He took a big step out of the room, looking at the stairs where she was hastily descending in floral slippers, and couldn’t help but raise his voice.
His cold voice was filled with excessive disdain, frowning deeply: "Wen Nuan, for a piece of clothing, is it worth it?"
It certainly wasn’t an ordinary man’s clothing! He speculated, otherwise, why would she be so flustered? That clothing was probably a treasure in her heart. Damn woman, just married into the Leng Family and she’s already putting a green hat on him?
His voice sounded directly above her head, but Wen Nuan seemed as if she didn’t hear it.
She had to grab the clothing back, the Leng Family had a wolfhound named Jack, and Sister Ping said it loved to grab clothes. Such an expensive dress, if it got torn by it, how would she compensate?
Running so hastily, yet still too late. She pushed open the villa’s door, and seeing Jack tearing apart Tan Qing’s clothing in the yard, Wen Nuan’s legs suddenly felt weak.
"Stop it!" Wen Nuan yelled furiously at the dog Jack, but it was to no avail. It wouldn’t listen to her at all and continued to play enthusiastically.
"Jack, let go!" she gritted her teeth and went over to snatch the shirt from under its sharp teeth. Looking at the sleeve that was hanging by just a thread, about to fall off, she was at a loss for tears.
Staring at the mischievous Jack, Wen Nuan felt like she was going to lose her mind.
Having its "toy" snatched away, the wolfhound Jack seemed heartbroken and utterly listless. It weakly lifted its head to look at her, then suddenly jumped up excitedly and ran behind her, yipping its sounds.
"Jack, so you like playing with this lately, did you have fun earlier?"
Instinctively, Wen Nuan turned around and saw Leng Yan slightly bent over, looking at Jack with a bright smile and affectionately petting Jack’s head, utterly doting.
Jack actually nodded, then looked at Wen Nuan as if wronged, and barked a few times at Leng Yan.
"Little guy, are you upset because you got scolded?"
Leng Yan soothingly patted its back, then slowly stood up. His eyes met Wen Nuan’s, his corner of his eyes brimmed with intense mockery and schadenfreude.
Staring at Leng Yan with her large, clear eyes, the smile on his lips made her eyes and heart ache sharply.
This was the man she had always loved in her heart!
Such an awful man, beyond her imagination!
With no appetite, after eating just a little dinner, Wen Nuan returned to her room. She looked at the supplementary card given by the servant before the meal, her pink lips curled into a mocking smile.
Was it compensation for the torn clothing, or her living expenses?
She knew the amount was enormous, no matter how much she spent it wouldn’t run out. But... she didn’t care!
If he were a truly loving husband, she wouldn’t shy away from spending his money. But he wasn’t, he detested her, insulted her, so she disdained spending such a man’s money.
She had her pride, her dignity.
Throwing a glance at that card, she casually tossed it into a drawer. Under the bright light, she frowned in distress at Tan Qing’s silk shirt.
If she’d known Leng Yan was coming back, she wouldn’t have left the shirt hanging in the room. He had clearly said he wouldn’t be home for a few days, but who knew he would unexpectedly return?
The perfectly good shirt was ruined , and she didn’t know what to do.
Setting the shirt down on the floor, Wen Nuan’s delicate eyebrows gently furrowed as she carefully examined it, and then suddenly her eyes lit up.