The reason for not saying they can’t meet tomorrow is because she hopes to celebrate her birthday with him. This is her first birthday after they got married, and she wants to spend it with him.
"Dad?" When Leng Yan came out of the company, the rain was still pouring. Just as he was thinking about calling Wen Nuan to pick her up, he suddenly saw Wen Nuan’s car across the street at the restaurant. He grabbed an umbrella and hurriedly went inside, looking around, but he saw Wen Qingyan instead. Leng Yan walked over, slightly surprised, "Dad, is Nuannuan here too? Are you two having a meal together?"
"Yan." Wen Qingyan was happy to see Leng Yan and called out to him, inviting him to sit across from him. He then explained, "I’m waiting for a client here to discuss something. My car broke down today, so Nuannuan let me use hers. I called her earlier and asked her to wait for me to finish my business, and she said if the rain didn’t stop, she’d take a taxi home."
"I’ll go pick her up."
Leng Yan didn’t even furrow his brow, and immediately said goodbye to Wen Qingyan.
"Nuannuan will be happy," Wen Qingyan smiled with relief as he watched the car disappear into the rain.
Although Wen Nuan had been saying she had to work late and stay at home these past few days, he could sense she was a bit unhappy, thinking the two of them might have had a quarrel. However, after occasionally overhearing Wen Nuan talk on the phone with Leng Yan, his heart finally calmed down a bit. Seeing how anxious Leng Yan was about her today made him feel more at ease.
He had always worried that his daughter might not be happy, and it filled him with deep self-blame. Fortunately, this kind girl is favored by heaven. It was only later that he found out Leng Yan was the person who had been in his daughter’s heart for three years, and now, by some stroke of fate, she ended up with the one she loves; this was the greatest comfort for him.
After waiting for a while, the rain showed no sign of stopping. Wen Nuan knitted her eyebrows and sighed helplessly. She walked out of the office. Most of her colleagues had already left, and there was only one new receptionist waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. Smiling as she greeted her, Wen Nuan walked out of the lobby and stood at the door staring blankly at the rain.
It’s pouring, and she didn’t even bring an umbrella.
In the underground parking lot, Tan Qing, dragging his feverish body, opened the car door, swayed slightly, and the security guard quickly approached: "Young Master Tan..."
Seeing his face, the security guard was startled: "Is Young Master Tan sick?"
"Just a little cold," Tan Qing said nonchalantly, sitting in the car.
"You can’t drive ; it’s very dangerous. I’ll find someone to drive for you," the security guard said nervously and went out to find help.
"No need... hey..." Tan Qing called out, but the security guard vanished in a flash. He chuckled and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his eyes open, and drove the car out.
Not sure when it will stop, let’s go!
Wen Nuan looked at the rain, biting her lip, and was about to rush out when a security guard hurriedly ran in, almost bumping into her.
"What’s the rush?" Wen Nuan asked instinctively.
The security guard took a breath, "Assistant Wen? Perfect timing, please help Young Master Tan drive. He has a high fever and insists on driving home by himself, which is too dangerous."
Just as he said this, Tan Qing’s car came up. Because of the rain and feeling uncomfortable, he was driving very slowly. Wen Nuan didn’t have time to think and rushed to stop his car.
"Nuannuan?" Tan Qing was startled, hit the brakes, and stuck his head out.
"Get to the passenger seat," Wen Nuan said forcefully. She wiped the water off her face and went to pull the car door. The security guard was right, he was very sick with a frighteningly red face, and he was in no shape to drive.