No, Leng Yan, you can’t!
These past few days, every day he’s come home late at night, just like that day, gently holding her from behind, but without saying a word, let alone kissing her.
Now, is he going to kiss Ji Wei?
She really wanted to stand up and shout at Leng Yan on stage, "Don’t kiss Ji Wei!"
But in this kind of setting, she couldn’t do that, and besides, she didn’t want Leng Yan to know she was here.
"Kiss her, Second Young Master!"
Many people in the audience were stirring things up, just for fun without any seriousness.
Leng Yan gave a faint smile, looking at Ji Wei, but another face appeared in his mind.
Less regal than Ji Wei, but more charming and cute.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked toward the audience, seeing her raise her head, his lips slowly curled into a smile.
Wen Nuan, did you raise your head because you’re scared?
"Second Young Master, hurry up."
Seeing Leng Yan not taking action, someone else urged him on.
Wen Nuan’s heartbeat was racing, almost ready to leap out. She didn’t dare look at Leng Yan, her eyes were fixed on Ji Wei, hoping Ji Wei was reserved enough to say this was just a fake wedding, no need to pretend.
However, Ji Wei didn’t. At this moment, she looked at Leng Yan with eyes... shy and coy.
Could it be that Ji Wei wanted Leng Yan to kiss her...
Wen Nuan felt even less sure, after all, it’s Leng Yan, how many women could resist his charm?
Finally unable to bear it, Wen Nuan bit her lip and stood up, she was sitting at the edge, she could leave.
"Yan, everyone is waiting?"
Ji Wei was starting to lose her composure, if it went on , people would laugh at her. And heaven knows how much she missed his lips, she looked at him with tender eyes. But Leng Yan still didn’t move. She finally gritted her teeth, put her hand on his neck, pressed down, stood on tiptoe, and moved her lips toward him...
Her hand wouldn’t be caught by the media, from an outsider’s view, it wouldn’t look like she initiated the kiss, rather it would seem Leng Yan lowered his head to kiss her.
Leng Yan coldly smirked in his heart, slightly tilted his head, avoiding the lips, but his face was still brushed a bit.
"Not intense enough!"
Someone in the audience shouted, very dissatisfied.
Wen Nuan felt as if a huge stone had fallen from her heart, her nose tingled, tears nearly fell.
Turns out, after trying so hard, she still cared about him this much.
She had moved to the very front close to the side, clearly saw Ji Wei’s hand. He didn’t kiss her, at least he didn’t actively go to kiss her...
"While out, my wife instructed, with women other than her, I must keep a proper distance. Haha, so please everyone, spare me."
Facing everyone’s displeasure, Leng Yan gently smiled and explained, but his gaze was straightforward and unblinking as he looked at Wen Nuan not far away.
Seemingly feeling a burning gaze, Wen Nuan instinctively lowered her head again.
"Madam, please come this way."
A low voice sounded above her head, Wen Nuan was startled, and finally recognized the person as Leng Yan’s bodyguard Hao Liang.
Leng Yan sat down beside her, looking at her indifferently: "Why did you come here?"
Wen Nuan instinctively moved slightly to the side, took a breath, explained her reason for being here: "I came here because I had to deliver the bridal dress for Miss Ji Wei. She said there were some details on the dress she wanted to discuss with me, so I stayed."
Clear up any misunderstandings, I’m not here for you, you don’t have to get upset.
Leng Yan’s eyes flashed with surprise, suddenly understanding something. His lips formed a mysterious smile, moving closer to her, gently asking, "Why didn’t you come find me when you arrived? I wanted to introduce you to some friends."
Wen Nuan was taken aback, had two glasses of red wine made her brain go haywire? Was she hallucinating?