Nuannuan’s heart lit up with a flicker of hope; he didn’t seem to dislike her, right?
Or maybe... it was because the driver was present...
She hadn’t forgotten how well he acted when at the Wen Family.
"Leng Yan, I want to go out to work."
The car gradually left the Leng Group building, and Nuannuan looked at it with bright eyes full of eager anticipation.
Going to work would be great; soon, she too could go to another building for work, instead of staring blankly at the calm villa every day.
Leng Yan still had some work incomplete, so he took out his laptop and opened a page. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her looking at Leng Group and his gaze burst with a bit of displeasure: "Anywhere but Leng Group."
"I never planned to join Leng Group."
Nuannuan hadn’t expected he would agree so readily and nodded: "Although Leng Group has a fashion brand, I never intended to work there."
She didn’t want to rely on him, never had.
"You don’t want to join Leng Group?" Leng Yan was slightly stunned; had he misinterpreted?
"You are Young Madam of the Leng Family; you can’t let others find out."
He frowned and added. He disliked others using this title to cause him trouble, especially since the title of Second Young Madam of the Leng Family had never truly been recognized by him.
"I won’t let anyone know."
Wen Nuan smiled, her eyes narrowing into crescents, with lips so sweet and tempting they made people want to take a bite.
He couldn’t help but swallow.
His handsome face turned towards the window, taking a deep breath, his tone flat like plain water: "From what you said, you’ve already found a job lead?"
"I’ve made some progress," Wen Nuan chuckled lightly, looking at his nearly perfect profile, with a little joy quietly exploding inside her.
Today, his tone wasn’t cold at all when speaking to her. Although there wasn’t much of a smile on his face, she was satisfied.
"I have an interview on Wednesday. If I succeed, I’ll treat you to a meal." Immersed in her joy, Wen Nuan casually treated Leng Yan as a friend, speaking generously.
"Treat me to a meal?" Leng Yan was slightly taken aback. Which woman wouldn’t cling to him, expecting him to treat them? It was the first time a woman had offered to treat him instead, and that woman was his wife.
"You’re not willing?" Wen Nuan looked at him timidly, regretting she didn’t bite her tongue. How could he want to have a meal with her?
If the interview was successful, she’d be happy, but it wouldn’t bring him joy, nor would her pain cause him sorrow...
"I’m not used to having a woman pay," Leng Yan raised an eyebrow, her timid watery eyes without a hint of resentment, yet invoked a tender feeling that hit the softest part of his heart.
"I think cooking myself would sincerity." He added, his tone flat yet without any displeasure.
Wen Nuan replied with a lighthearted laugh, only to then secretly frown.
She somewhat regretted agreeing to that; cook?
She had a sweat drop; the things she made probably wouldn’t be edible!
While studying in France, Wen Qingyan assigned a housekeeper to accompany her, specifically to take care of her meals.
Catching a glimpse of her troubled expression, Leng Yan asked with a smirk.
On this matter, he was seriously doubtful.
"Absolutely no problem," Wen Nuan reiterated, but her hand gripping the light scarf trembled slightly. It looked like she needed to cram desperately, hoping her cooking wouldn’t end up poisoning someone.
Another update at 9 PM