"Absolutely no problem." Wen Nuan reiterated, but the hand gripping the veil was slightly trembling. It seems I’ll need to cram some cooking skills and hope what I make won’t poison anyone.
Leng Yan smiled faintly, "Let’s hope what you make is edible."
His eyes returned to the notebook, but the corner of his mouth still held a slight curve. How long has it been since he last had a meal at home?
It seems since they got married, he hadn’t.
What’s going on today, accepting food from a woman he despises?
Leng Yan, are you out of your mind!
With a "snap," he closed the notebook, leaned back against the car seat, and stopped paying attention to her.
He must be hoping to see her make a fool of herself, see how bad her cooking is, and then use it as an excuse to humiliate her; that’s why he agreed.
Closing his eyes, he thought angrily. He hadn’t been sleeping well for a few days and didn’t even realize when he fell asleep.
"Leng Yan, wake up, we’re home."
The car drove into the villa district, and Xiaojing told her that they were just minutes away from the old mansion. Wen Nuan lightly tapped Leng Yan with her elbow.
"This is the old mansion, not home." Leng Yan furrowed his brow, opened his eyes, and glanced at the Leng Family’s old mansion not far away, a hint of displeasure in his dark eyes.
His voice was very low and soft, yet it shook Wen Nuan’s heart.
This is the old mansion, not home?
Wanting to ask something, but seeing his face turn grim, Wen Nuan could only hold her tongue.
The Leng Family’s old mansion outwardly looked like an old European-style villa, very retro; however, its interior was lavishly modern. As Wen Nuan and Leng Yan stepped inside, they were immediately greeted by a woman of noble attire.
It was none other than Leng Yan’s mother, Li Qiu, whose well-maintained skin made her look quite young and beautiful.
Leng Yan’s eyes resembled hers; at first glance, they appeared enchanting like phoenix eyes, but looking up at him given her height, they were as charming as peach blossoms, seductive and alluring.
She still remembered meeting him in the lunar April when the mountains’ peach blossoms were blooming. His dark, straight hair and features were chiseled yet carried a gentle melancholic air. Those eyes full of charm struck straight into her heart, disrupting her youthful emotions.
"Mom, where are they?"
Leng Yan led Wen Nuan by the hand to sit down, scanning the room for Leng Siyan and Leng Ye who were not in sight.
"Your dad and elder brother are upstairs discussing something. They should be down shortly," Li Qiu said with a smile, instructing the servants to bring over some fruit.
"Yan, you’re here. Is this Nuannuan?"
As Leng Yan finished speaking, a gentle and pleasant voice echoed from above.
Wen Nuan instinctively raised her head. Leng Siyan was descending the stairs, followed by a man with a serene smile, whose eyes were fixed on her at the moment.
And that voice was his.
Is this elder brother Leng Ye?
Wen Nuan instinctively thought.
He bore some resemblance to Leng Yan, with a similarly tall stature, but their temperaments were noticeably different.
Leng Yan was stern and imposing, while Leng Ye gave off a refreshing warmth, even his walking carried an air of leisure, unlike Leng Yan’s solitary aloofness.
"Nuannuan, call him big brother." Just as Wen Nuan was about to stand up and greet, her waist was suddenly tightened. Leng Yan’s arm tightly encircled her, pulling her closely against him, his lips nipped at her ear lightly, though his voice wasn’t small at all.
Wen Nuan was taken aback, but couldn’t say anything against it. Unable to stand up, she could only nod and smile at the two.
Leng Ye smiled warmly, "The overseas business was hectic at that time, so I couldn’t return for your wedding. But I prepared a gift, I’ll have it brought to you later."
"Thank you, big brother." Nuannuan smiled gratefully, but her waist was pinched hard suddenly, almost making her gasp in pain, she sent a look of displeasure towards the "culprit."
Leng Yan’s lips suddenly moved to her ear, his eyes were smiling, exceptionally ambiguous, "Nuannuan, you’re too thin, eat more later."
Eat more to keep that mouth busy, and talk less with Leng Ye!