Wen Nuan’s voice didn’t sound like her own, carrying a slight tremble. Her heart was racing, her emotions even more complex.
Joy, excitement, and unease... all intertwined.
During these seven days, she missed him very much.
Staying in this room that held his presence, every night, his shadow would entangle her. His past melancholy, his current cold arrogance, his insults...
Often weighing her down so much she couldn’t breathe, yet, she still missed him.
"Why are you back so late?" Leng Yan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, blowing it directly in her face.
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but cough.
"Where did you go?" he asked again, turning on the lamp as he pressed her body against the wall.
Wen Nuan’s face was unnaturally pale. His large hand gently caressed her face: "Why such an expression? Are you scared to see me?"
"I... I was bored being home alone, I went out for a bite to eat before coming back."
Wen Nuan took a deep breath.
That’s when she noticed he had just showered, wearing a white robe, his hair not completely dry, slightly damp.
She hadn’t forgotten, because of that shirt, his attitude towards her. So, she decided not to mention Tan Qing.
"Why didn’t you call me?" he continued to ask, eyes showing displeasure: "I’ve been away for a week, not a single call from you. Is this how you treat your husband?"
"I thought you didn’t need my call."
Wen Nuan, pressed against the wall as if bound by him, heard his irritation, her voice low as a sigh.
What was he angry about?
He was mad at her for not calling, huh, that confused her a bit. He hated marrying her, so how could he possibly care for her call?
"I don’t need it! But,"
Without a reason, Leng Yan was infuriated by her words: "As a wife, worrying about your husband is a basic duty."
A whole week without a word, this was the good wife he married!
Didn’t they say the Wen Family raised her well, did Wen Qingyan not teach his precious daughter how to be a wife?
Wen Nuan was startled,
Still, she didn’t understand what there was to be upset about. If she was an unqualified wife, was he a qualified husband? If he was angry, it was only because he felt neglected.
However, she didn’t want to argue with him over this. Watching the swinging clock, she softly asked: "Have you eaten?"
"I had something on the plane, but now I want a proper meal."
"I’ll have Sister Ping cook something for you."
His gaze gave off a light she couldn’t understand, making Wen Nuan inexplicably afraid. She hurriedly spoke and was about to leave.
"The proper meal I want is you."
Leng Yan spoke chillingly, his laughter tinged with wickedness. Nuannuan’s voice changed pitch: "What are you trying to do?"
His proud figure approached, leaving Wen Nuan with nowhere to retreat, her fingers tightly clutching the wall, her dark eyes dyed with fear and hurt.
"What are you afraid of? We are husband and wife, Nuannuan, don’t you agree?"
This was the first time in their solitude he called her "Nuannuan," his voice gently seductive yet insubstantial, lacking any sense of reality.
"Are we husband and wife?"
Wen Nuan was pierced by these words, taking a deep breath, her clear eyes filled with a faint sorrow as she looked at him: "In your heart, you never truly considered me as a wife. You say I didn’t fulfill my duty by not calling, so then..."
Her smile grew increasingly bitter: "What about you, why didn’t you call me?"