Leng Siyan, like Leng Yan, gives off a very cold feeling, but he is still somewhat polite to Wen Nuan.
Li Qiu warmly inquires about her well-being, but Wen Nuan always feels as if her conversation is just casual small talk, lacking genuine concern.
Could it be that she also knows Leng Yan doesn’t like me?
Wen Nuan lowered her gaze, thinking helplessly.
Indeed, she is unwelcomed; the Leng Family married her, seemingly just wanting a tool for having children. However, how could they know their son’s thoughts differ from theirs?
He warned her that he would not let her bear his child.
The meal was consumed in boredom, fortunately, Leng Ye didn’t give the same impression as the others. His polite and gentlemanly demeanor made her feel he was the most approachable member of the Leng Family.
"I have something to fetch, I’ll go upstairs."
After dinner, Leng Yan elegantly picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, speaking lightly.
Fetching something was an excuse, avoiding the people here was the real reason. He didn’t want to break the pretense, that’s all.
"Go ahead, let Nuannuan accompany you upstairs," Li Qiu smiled faintly and looked at Wen Nuan.
This girl wasn’t liked by her son, so Li Qiu didn’t have much goodwill towards her. However, she was pleasing to look at, and someone had suggested she had a face that brings prosperity to her husband, so she didn’t show any coldness.
Moreover, she didn’t want to see her son continue to loiter in places of debauchery, she would feel relieved if he could truly settle down.
Nuannuan saw that Leng Yan did not object, so she pushed back her chair and followed him upstairs. As they passed the second floor, she glanced inadvertently and happened to see a conspicuous large photograph hanging in Leng Siyan and Li Qiu’s room.
The photo was beautifully taken, but judging by the ages in it, it wasn’t taken in their younger days.
"Mom and Dad are quite romantic, was the photo taken not long ago?" she asked curiously.
"It was taken three years ago when they got married."
Leng Yan answered expressionlessly.
"Three years ago...married?"
Wen Nuan was slightly stunned...
No way, how could they have only married three years ago? Leng Yan and Leng Ye are already how old, it seems impossible.
A bold thought emerged, and as she followed Leng Yan into his former room, she asked in a low voice: "Are you not your dad’s biological son?"
That’s why he said this is the old house, not home, right?
"What nonsense are you talking?"
Leng Yan glared at her angrily: "Even a fool can tell that I resemble him a lot."
"I can see that too."
Wen Nuan said weakly, admittedly, Leng Yan does look very much like Leng Siyan.
Maybe she misheard earlier, she thought he must have said it was taken on their wedding anniversary three years ago, and she missed the word ’anniversary’.
"Yan, Nuannuan, this is a gift from me to you, I hope you like it."
As they left the Leng Family’s house, Leng Ye handed over a very exquisite box.
Judging by the packaging, it was clear it was valuable, yet Leng Yan had no intention of taking it, so Wen Nuan had to accept it and expressed her thanks sincerely.
"Nuannuan, you’re studying fashion design?"
As Nuannuan opened the car door and was about to get in, Leng Ye suddenly asked.
"Yes, but I still have a year before I graduate." Speaking of which, Wen Nuan couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic.
If only she could graduate normally, she loved the fashion atmosphere in Paris and got along well with her classmates at school. At that time, innocence and happiness often graced her face, unlike the miserable state she was in now...
Leng Ye seemed to be pondering something, rubbed his chin, and chuckled softly: "Leng Group is currently recruiting fashion designers, why don’t you give it a try?"