Chapter 355: Chapter 342: Friend’s Wife, Can Also Be Bullied
"Why hasn’t he answered yet? How could this happen?"
Ji Wei paced back and forth anxiously in the bedroom, her makeup-free face losing its usual brightness, looking rather exhausted.
"Sister Ji, who are you calling?"
Xiao Liu asked curiously as she brought over Ji Wei’s clothes, neatly ironed and categorized, placing them in the wardrobe.
Ji Wei rubbed her forehead in distress, panic mounting in her heart. She stared at Xiao Liu with slightly unfocused eyes, "I’m calling Yan. Xiao Liu, do you think he really went to see Wen Nuan? I’ve called twice and he hasn’t answered."
"Maybe there are too many people at the party and he didn’t hear it."
Xiao Liu glanced at the somewhat neurotic Ji Wei and sighed inwardly.
If this continues, Ji Wei’s mental state will surely worsen. Often, she feels at a loss. Ever since she became pregnant, she’s been obsessed with suspicion, especially after returning to Leng Yan’s side. Clearly, Leng Yan treats her well, and the servants meet her every demand, yet she remains uneasy, convinced that none of it is real.
She even feels a bit sympathetic towards Leng Yan now. It’s easy to imagine with just a little thought how difficult it would be for Leng Yan to endure if such a person became his wife.
It would surely be unbearable.
"No, I still have to call him." Ji Wei bit her lip, continuing to dial, until she finally heard a faint "Hello" from the other end.
"Why aren’t you resting yet?" Leng Yan leaned against a hallway wall, trying to suppress the impending anger. His fingers unconsciously moved to his stomach, which was faintly aching.
Recently, his schedule was chaotic, and his meals were equally irregular, frequently causing him to endure such bouts of pain.
He longed for Wen Nuan to be by his side, even if she did nothing, just her arms wrapped around his waist would fill his stomach with a warm sensation...
But it’s not like that anymore. Leng Yan, give it up!
He cursed himself once more, patiently listening to Ji Wei’s soft calling of his name before she began to sob pitifully.
Leng Yan was slightly startled and asked, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Yan..." Ji Wei called again, her voice even softer and more plaintive, "Did you go to see Wen Nuan?"
"What are you talking about?" Leng Yan’s body trembled slightly, clenching his teeth, "I’m here for Grandpa Zhan’s birthday banquet. Ji Wei, I’ve told you all of this."
"But she’s there too, isn’t she?" Leng Yan’s tone grew slightly harsher, an unmistakable coldness surfacing. Ji Wei felt a hint of fear, "She’s in E City, right? She would attend the banquet with Young Master Tan. Did you see her?"
"How do you know Wen Nuan is in E City?"
Leng Yan immediately became vigilant, "Who told you?"
He recalled Ji Wei showing him a picture, saying Wen Nuan and Tan Qing were on a temporary trip and should have left long ago, which meant she originally didn’t know Wen Nuan was in E City. So why ask now?
"Yan, I..." Ji Wei was taken aback, her sobbing involuntarily coming to an abrupt halt.
Scenes of Leng Yan reuniting with Wen Nuan kept playing out in her mind, and she even imagined all the clichés from TV dramas about past lovers meeting once again. The pressure became too overwhelming, and she couldn’t help herself; she picked up the phone to call him.
Having come this far, she feared it would all come to nothing, terrified that Wen Nuan would return to snatch Leng Yan from her...
But in her anxiety and panic, she overlooked this issue.
"Ji Wei!" When there was no answer, Leng Yan’s patience wore thin. His voice carried an icy edge, "Who exactly told you?"
Deep inside, he guessed an answer but instinctively wanted to deny it.
"It was Leng Ye." Ji Wei nearly bit her tongue.
Leng Yan’s expression darkened, "How did he get your new number?"
"No... he didn’t call me." Ji Wei explained in a panic, "I saw him in the mall today..."
"He told you that Wen Nuan is in E City?" Leng Yan’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, worry etched between his brows.
"Yes." Ji Wei sighed with relief, thankful that when she went to the mall, she took only Xiao Liu with her, and Xiao Liu would never betray her.
He comforted Ji Wei with a few words, saying he had seen Wen Nuan, but had no connection with her anymore. Yet a mocking smile lingered on Leng Yan’s lips.
Leng Ye... his older brother, having competed with him for a wife, was he now going to play out the scene of "a friend’s wife can also be deceived" once more?
Tan Qing had always considered him a friend, and he knew Tan Qing liked Wen Nuan.
"Yan, when are you coming back?" Ji Wei asked cautiously, afraid of provoking Leng Yan’s displeasure. She knew the relationship between Leng Yan and Leng Ye had always been poor.
Leng Yan took a deep breath. Through the glass window, he saw Tan Qing crouch down, offering Wen Nuan a ride. He held his stomach firmly, "Tomorrow."
There was no need to stay...
He wanted to rush to Tan Qing and take her back. But his body was so weak; sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hardly had the energy to even contemplate.
"Let’s just forget it, I can walk myself," Wen Nuan hesitated as she looked at Tan Qing’s back, "It doesn’t hurt that much anymore."
When she was a child, it was her father who would carry her. As an adult, she had only been carried by one man—Leng Yan.
Facing Tan Qing, for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to be at ease.
"Hop on." Tan Qing slightly turned his head, gazing at her tenderly, "Nuannuan, I’ll carry you to the car, and then bid farewell to Ao Ze."
"Okay." Unable to resist the emotion in his eyes, Wen Nuan felt a wave of sourness surge in her nose. Cautiously, she clung to Tan Qing’s lean yet strong back, unable to hold back the tears from her eyes.
The wetness on Tan Qing’s back made his heart quiver slightly. He gently asked, "Are you crying? Does it hurt a lot?"
"No." Wen Nuan shook her head, tightly hugging his neck, "Why are you so good to me? Tan Qing, I’m not worthy of you."
"Silly girl." As long as it wasn’t the foot pain, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Tan Qing’s lips, "I like it, I’m willing."
Those words—"I like it, I’m willing."
The constantly uneasy heart suddenly felt like it was comforted, just like when she was a child and leapt into her mother’s arms after being wronged. Wen Nuan’s heart settled. But this peace of mind didn’t last long.
With Wen Nuan on his back, Tan Qing barely reached the car when he abruptly stopped. Wen Nuan was startled and looked up ahead.
The lighting here was dim, but she still discerned a silhouette in front of Tan Qing’s car, specifically, a woman.
She was leaning casually against the car door, arms crossed. As she saw Tan Qing stop, she began striding towards them.
"Qu Min?!"
Tan Qing’s previously gentle eyes erupted with a coldness, his icy voice ringing out, making Wen Nuan tense up. She widened her eyes to look carefully. Approaching them was Qu Min, whom she had met a few times.
An indescribable feeling coursed through her heart, quietly flowing. She didn’t know whether to blame her own bad luck or the world’s smallness.
As Qu Min came closer, Wen Nuan could see the excitement and anger in her eyes, her heart growing increasingly uneasy.