Leng Ye’s voice was very gentle, but Leng Yan’s back was stiff.
"Does her return have anything to do with me?" he replied indifferently, his voice as bland as a glass of plain water. He picked up the warm coffee cup again, his fingers gripping it tightly, as if he wanted to crush the cup into pieces.
The woman who abandoned him is going to appear before him again...
"Sister Ping, how long should this stew? I’m starting the timer now..."
"This dish, do we need to add a little sugar?"
At dusk, in the villa’s kitchen, Wen Nuan’s eager voice rose from time to time, busy yet cheerful.
She was cooking because Leng Yan had said he would come back for dinner.
Although she wasn’t confident about the taste of the dishes, they didn’t look unappetizing.
As it got closer to Leng Yan’s off-work time, Wen Nuan’s heart thumped incessantly, watching the clock.
A few playful stars had already appeared early, and she looked up, unable to help but sigh.
When Mom was alive, she often proudly said, "Nuannuan, you have to learn to cook. To capture a man’s heart, capture his stomach. Even though we have servants at home, Mom would often cook because your dad loved my dishes."
But she never liked cooking, so she never understood the source of Mom’s joy in being busy in the kitchen. Today she deeply felt it.
Mom loved Dad, so she did that.
She loved Leng Yan, so she wanted to cook something for him too.
"Young Madam, the Young Master might not come back for dinner. It’s so late, you should eat something first."
The night grew darker, yet Leng Yan still hadn’t returned. Wen Nuan sat at the table, staring blankly at the dishes. Sister Ping couldn’t bear to see her like that and gently reminded her.
"He promised me he would come back tonight," Wen Nuan said a bit stubbornly, her slender fingers caressing the special red wine she bought, a faint bitter smile barely noticeable at her lips.
He really promised her, he said he would come back for a little celebration if she got admitted.
The night was enchanting!
Except it wasn’t reflected in the villa.
Ru Lan Club was an upscale nightspot, with elegant performances and shady "business" dealings.
Under the chaotic neon lights, it revealed its most raw face.
Leng Yan took off his suit jacket, revealing a black shirt, his handsome face attractive like poppies, striding inside. Women immediately drifted towards him.
A few glasses of beer were neatly placed in front of him. He casually picked up one, giving the approaching people a cold glance. His eyes, as icy as millennia-old frost, instantly sent them away.
The liquor in the glass all entered his mouth, the muddled consciousness causing his vigilance to gradually fade away as he slanted a glance towards the wildly dancing crowd, the scantily clad women occasionally casting flirtatious glances at him.
Seeing the cold gleam in Leng Yan’s eyes fade, a pair of white lotus-like arms instantly draped over his shoulder, "Hey handsome, you look so familiar."
He detested such clichéd pick-up lines, but today, he didn’t feel much at all.
Perhaps he truly wanted to numb himself...
Narrowing his eyes, he pulled out a cigarette. Before he could take out the lighter, the woman’s vine-like arms once again climbed onto his waist, the gleaming flame danced seductively as it lit his cigarette, then quietly died out.
Leng Yan took a deep drag from the cigarette and then slowly exhaled the smoke, staring at her.