Her husband, just as she'd occasionally heard from rumors, didn't want to marry her at all.
"Young Madam, the Second Young Master is expected to arrive after ten o'clock."
As Wen Nuan walked upstairs from the dining room, a servant informed her.
"Got it, thank you." She turned back with a smile, a faint trace of tension and unease flickering in her eyes.
Today, her expression often carried a moment of distraction. Standing in the newly bought villa by the Leng Family for her and Leng Yan, it all felt like a dream.
Yet, in this dream, she couldn't wake up.
The new room was decorated luxuriously. Being the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, she always lived in comfort, yet she couldn't help but click her tongue.
Although the Wen Family was well-off, it couldn't compare to even a fraction of the Leng Family's wealth. Moreover, the Wen Family had always been low-key and didn't flaunt their riches, so even though her family was affluent, luxury items were not everywhere.
The bright red wedding characters were particularly glaring in the new room, and the bedspread was adorned with roses symbolizing love, radiating a sense of festivity.
The only surprising thing was that there wasn't a single wedding photo in this room.
But it's no wonder—they hadn't even seen each other's faces. The wedding photo was synthesized from her and Leng Yan's pictures and given to a lawyer, who quickly returned with the Marriage Certificate, tossed aside without a glance from her.
Although she still didn't want to know what Leng Yan looked like, at that moment, she wished she could exclaim, "I've never seen someone get a certificate like this."
However, she could now add, "I've never seen a marriage conducted like this."
"It's nine o'clock." She didn't know how long she had been sitting blankly on the sofa, and when she came to her senses, she glanced at the clock and murmured to herself. She found a bathrobe and headed towards the bathroom.
Her mind was too chaotic; she needed a hot bath to relax and calm her restless heart, to come to terms with the fact that she was already married.
She didn't know how long she soaked, her eyes filled with countless images that caught her off guard. Although she hadn't seen Leng Yan's photo, she had heard about him over the past few days.
Handsome, cold, flirtatious, rebellious...
Just thinking about it gave her a headache. She feared the days after marriage would truly be tough.
"Click—" The sound of the door lock opening was particularly clear in the silent night.
Wen Nuan instinctively shrank her body, her heart pounding violently, as if it might leap out of her chest.
He's here...
Her unseen husband, the Leng Family's Second Young Master, Leng Yan, had returned.
She instinctively looked through the frosted glass, only glimpsing a vague figure—tall and slender. At that moment, the lights went out, and endless darkness quickly consumed everything in the bedroom.
Only the bathroom light flickered dimly.
"Taking a bath?"
The deep voice was very pleasant.
"Yes." Wen Nuan was startled and softly replied. Her heart inexplicably eased; his tone didn't seem angry. Could it be that not attending the wedding today was just an accident?
But, why turn off the lights? She was a bit puzzled.
That pleasing voice spoke again, "It's been long enough; you done yet?"
"I'm done." The gentle voice made Wen Nuan's tense body relax a bit. She bit her lip, quickly dried her body, and absorbed the water in her hair, donned her bathrobe, turned off the bathroom light, and headed out.
The darkness left her at a loss; she vaguely remembered there was a wall lamp switch outside the bathroom. Her hand reached it but didn't press it; a voice stopped her.