Ji Wei stared blankly as they walked toward her direction, her mind somewhat muddled. It wasn’t until Wen Nuan bumped into her that she suddenly realized she didn’t even have time to dodge.
She watched as Leng Yan supported Wen Nuan by the waist. Beneath his large sunglasses, she couldn’t see his eyes. But his voice, full of worry, told her that he was genuinely concerned about Wen Nuan.
It was like a knife stabbed into her heart. She gritted her teeth, suppressing her emotions. Her beautiful face showed surprise, "Mr. Leng, Assistant Wen? What a coincidence, I didn’t expect you two to know each other."
Facing such a response, Wen Nuan felt somewhat at a loss. Leng Yan had previously said he didn’t want to tell others about their relationship, so she found it difficult to answer and could only look at Leng Yan.
"More than just knowing each other, Miss Ji, this is my wife." Leng Yan’s hand on her waist tightened slightly, and Wen Nuan’s head just leaned intimately against his chest. To Ji Wei, he smiled gentlemanly, "Actually, the day she helped you deliver the wedding dress, I wanted to introduce you two. Unfortunately, she left in a rush. After that, there was no opportunity."
Wen Nuan’s heart trembled violently, and she subconsciously stared at Leng Yan’s mouth.
This was the first time.
He told others that she was his wife. At least in front of her, it was the first time.
Was he trying to use her to provoke Ji Wei, she couldn’t help but wonder. But he didn’t seem like that at all. Serious and meticulous, with no hint of jest or disrespect.
Just like when he first introduced Ji Wei as his girlfriend in front of others...
Ji Wei’s face slightly changed color, "Heh, is that so. Assistant Wen, I previously thought you weren’t married. Heh, I thought you and Tan Qing, Young Master Tan, were a couple, after all, you two match so well. But I didn’t expect you to be the boss’s wife."
Wen Nuan’s heart sank, and her pretty eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
She’s not stupid; she could tell that Ji Wei intentionally said these words to make Leng Yan misunderstand.
"Nuannuan and Young Master Tan are friends." Leng Yan smiled indifferently, his long fingers gently twirling a strand of her ponytail as he casually said, "Nuannuan doesn’t want outsiders to know she’s the Young Madam of the Leng Family, fearing it would make work inconvenient, so she hasn’t announced the marriage. I also don’t want her to be too focused on by others, which could lead to restrictions, making life less free. I believe Miss Ji won’t mention this, right?"
"Of course, I’ll still call you Assistant Wen in the future."
And will only call you that.
Boss’s wife, Madam Leng, she couldn’t say it, nor did she feel Wen Nuan was worthy.
Ji Wei barely maintained the last shred of a smile, feeling as if something was tearing her apart inside, causing unbearable pain.
Whether it was his passionate involvement during their street kiss earlier, or his affectionate gesture of brushing her nose, or when Wen Nuan almost fell just now, the nervous expression he had—all these were vastly different from what she’d heard and thought before.
They were far from being like strangers, clearly a couple deeply in love.
Has affection grown over time?
This thought once arisen was like a thorn lodged in her heart, a nail piercing her eyes.
She hated this feeling to death.
Watching Leng Yan and Wen Nuan’s entwined figures leaving, Ji Wei’s hands clenched tightly into fists, resentment and anger colliding in her chest, unable to find a way out.
Wen Nuan, that is my man! My man!
She bit her teeth hard, a violent roar echoing in her heart, lingering endlessly.
She couldn’t stay passive any longer; she had to find a way to bring him back to her side.