When discussing the details just now, he sat on one side. After she and her agent entered, he greeted her politely and indifferently, "Miss Ji Wei, seeing is believing, you are indeed young and beautiful."
The voice, magnetic yet cold, made her long nails dig into her flesh without even feeling pain.
He was pretending not to know her...
Her heart felt a sting, but in front of so many people, she could only endure it. Waiting until everyone else had left, she sent her agent to fetch something, and followed Leng Yan out quickly.
He hung his hands and looked at their entwined hands, a trace of mockery spreading across his handsome face in the dark night: "Miss Ji, although you’re wearing sunglasses, the possibility of being photographed by paparazzi here is quite high."
The artist’s instinctive caution made Ji Wei subconsciously release her grip, glance around, and then softly speak, "Yan, I signed with Qingcheng because of you."
"Because I signed Qingcheng?" Leng Yan’s black eyes fixed on Ji Wei’s face, his tone indifferent: "Haha, really? Then I must thank you, for agreeing to sign with Qingcheng because of our relationship. Miss Ji, when I have some free time, I’ll definitely treat you to dinner."
"Yan, don’t be , let’s talk."
Ji Wei reached again for Leng Yan’s hand, but he subtly evaded it.
"Please wait a moment." Leng Yan’s long and thick eyebrows lowered as he took out his phone and chuckled softly, "Miss Ji, it’s getting late, I need to call my wife. She’ll be worried since I haven’t returned yet."
While speaking, Leng Yan dialed a number. It was Wen Nuan’s. He had unintentionally noticed the number written by Sister Ping in the living room phone book at home, and glancing at it, he didn’t realize he could actually remember it.
"Nuannuan, let’s head back in half an hour, it’s getting late."
Lin Xue said to Nuannuan, who was still engrossed in her work, while looking at the time on the bottom right corner of the computer.
Wen Nuan responded, hearing her phone ring, she thought it was Sister Ping asking why she hadn’t returned home yet. Without looking, she picked it up and softly answered, while her hand continued to jot notes.
"Nuannuan." A voice resonated in her ears.
A gentle, slightly hoarse, and somewhat lazy male voice...
Wen Nuan’s mind suddenly froze, and the pen in her right hand dropped onto the table with a crisp sound.
"Is there something you need?"
Leaning against the hallway wall, Wen Nuan deliberately kept her voice calm and detached.
Leng Yan’s eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
"Nuannuan, I’m still outside. If it’s too late, just sleep alone, no need to wait for me."
Leng Yan’s black eyes were dyed with the same gentle smile as his tone, he didn’t believe Ji Wei wouldn’t notice. Indeed, from the corner of his eye, he caught Ji Wei’s hand clenching tightly, seemingly suppressing something with all her might.
Wen Nuan paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Young Master Leng, are you sure you’re calling me?"
She never needed to wait for him, because he never came home.
Wen Nuan’s words made Leng Yan want to grit his teeth, but since Ji Wei was present, he decided to maintain the gentleness, softly coaxing, "Nuannuan, don’t be mad. If you’re afraid to sleep alone, let Sister Ping stay in the room until you fall asleep before she leaves. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be home soon."
After hanging up, Wen Nuan took a while before having the strength to leave the hallway. At this moment, she felt like she was lost in a fog, her mind muddled.
He intentionally mentioned Sister Ping, indicating to her that he hadn’t called the wrong number.