"But, it’s not good for Tan Qing." Wen Nuan gave a bitter smile, "I don’t want to see him now."
"He’s madly in love with you."
Lin Xue shook her head with a wry smile, "Ah well, deep affection, but shallow fate. If only you two had met earlier."
If they had met earlier, or if she had never met Leng Yan at all. Perhaps, encountering Tan Qing, she might have been moved. He’s so outstanding, it’s hard for a woman not to be attracted.
Wen Nuan moved her lips but still didn’t speak, she returned to the table, picked up a pen wanting to work, but stopped, her face full of shock and helplessness.
She was writing this name again, in regular script, imitation Song typeface, cursive script...
Forming a heart shape.
Very chaotic, like her thoughts at this moment.
She took a deep breath, forcefully crumpling it into pieces, throwing it into the wastebasket.
Today is the second day since Leng Yan left, her phone was only on at noon, the rest of the time it was turned off. She wondered if she could receive his call when she got home tonight.
The feeling in her heart was very complicated, both fearful and a bit expectant.
"Are you busy now?" After working for a short while, Tong Xi’s call came through again.
Wen Nuan smiled wryly, "Not too busy, but I can’t say for sure in half an hour."
Lin Xue had gone directly to find the director for something, it wouldn’t get busy until she came back later.
"As long as you’re not busy for now." Tong Xi’s tone seemed a bit explosive, as if she had just finished a quarrel and hadn’t calmed down yet.
Wen Nuan was slightly stunned, "Xixi, are you still mad at that person?"
Hope she didn’t call to argue again.
"Bah! That scumbag, I wouldn’t still be angry over him. When I was eating this morning, I intentionally left some food, then pointed at it and cursed ’scumbag’ before throwing it away. So, he’s completely vanished from my life. Just a worthless thing, thrown away to rot with the garbage, I couldn’t care less."
Wen Nuan finally couldn’t help but laugh, "This kind of self-hypnosis, only you can do it."
Tong Xi chuckled indifferently, "What’s this? You can do it too. If Leng Yan dares to betray you, do this, it’s quite satisfying."
Wen Nuan’s hand holding the phone tightened a bit.
She couldn’t be so carefree. If there were really evidence proving he betrayed her, she would slap him twice, then a part of her heart would be forcibly cut away, painfully bloody.
"Let’s not talk about this. Nuannuan, I just came back from Ji Wei’s place." The playfulness in Tong Xi’s voice disappeared, replaced by intense anger, "Nuannuan, guess what I saw?"
Wen Nuan asked, her voice somewhat unrecognizable, as if she already guessed what Tong Xi wanted to say.
After all, she had seen it yesterday, the injured area was quite large.
"The wrist was injured, wrapped in gauze. At first, I thought it was a wrist-cutting suicide, but on second thought, she wouldn’t do that, and there’s no reason to. But..."
She giggled, "When I mentioned the words ’cut wrist’, she was really scared. Afraid I’d spread it around and ruin her reputation."
"Xixi, don’t spread those words."
"I know, I dislike her, but not to that extent." Tong Xi laughed, "What pissed me off the most is that she wouldn’t admit to being able to swim. Ah forget it, it’s your birthday, got any plans? Need your sister to celebrate with you?" Hearing someone calling her, she responded and teased over the phone, "I think I’d better not, Leng Yan would kill me for being the third wheel." With that, she hastily hung up.
Wen Nuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, recalling Leng Yan’s worry about Ji Wei’s suicide rumors spreading, a bitter smile crept over her lips.
Wen Nuan, aren’t you tired of being the good person? You could completely ignore it, and once Tong Xi spread the word, it would be devastating for Ji Wei, the most effortless revenge.
But she couldn’t do it...
Returning home at night, she unconsciously turned on her phone, just leaving it by the bedside, quietly watching. But, even by after midnight, there was still nothing.
The phone stayed silent, the landline was mute as well.
She held those two forged Marriage Certificates in her hand, silently looking at them, letting her tears flow.
How long could she hold on?
In three days, it would be her twentieth birthday, would he accompany her to celebrate?
She asked herself, her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted into sleep. Just as dawn approached, the door was gently pushed open, and someone walked in.