Chapter 289: Chapter 288: You Used to Wait for Me, Now I’ll Wait for You (3000 words)
It seemed like there was some noise in the room, and she was even more startled, a chill running down her spine as she stood up warily and took a deep breath, gathering strength in her voice: "Who?"
No answer.
She looked towards the balcony, the sound came from there. A white cat leaped before her eyes, quickly jumping to another balcony, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.
In this community, the balconies of the two houses were connected. The neighbor’s cat ran over and accidentally bumped into the flowers that Tong Xi planted. She carefully straightened the flower pot, her heart still a bit flustered.
Sitting back down, feeling uneasy, she suddenly thought of something and carefully looked at the fragrant gardenias. A card wedged in the flowers caught her attention.
The familiar handwriting left her stunned.
It was Leng Yan’s handwriting.
She read on in confusion:
Nuannuan:
I have to go out of town to attend a friend’s wedding, which I forgot to tell you about. The flight is tonight and I might not make it back by Monday, so I can’t see you off at the airport...
It’s strange how I could get in, right? Today I did many things I would have despised in the past. Don’t laugh at me after you read this.
I had Director Weng secretly take Tong Xi’s keys, wanting to give you a bouquet of flowers. Don’t worry, I’ll return them to her after I put down the flowers.
The flower language of gardenias is waiting for love.
Before, you waited for me, now it’s my turn to wait for you, okay?
After returning from Italy, I hope you can accept me again.
...
The card was signed "Your loving husband".
Putting down the card, Wen Nuan’s throat choked up, and her heart felt heavy.
Leng Yan used to love her, but never humbled himself like this. Is it time to accept him again?
She was somewhat moved, but whether the shadow in her heart could be dispelled remained unknown. She had fantasized about love, only for her heart to turn cold later on, until Leng Yan confessed his love for her, reigniting her passion for love. However, with this happening, intentional or not on Leng Yan’s part, she couldn’t get over the hurdle in her heart.
Feeling a headache, she lay on the bed for a while but couldn’t sleep, so she decided to get up and organize items for her trip to Italy.
Her eyes glanced at the notebook on the bedside table, and her brows furrowed again.
Joe, who was this mysterious figure after all?
Tan Qing said he would tell her and promised she would be shocked. It made her even more curious and puzzled. Could it be someone she knew? She carefully went through the people she was acquainted with, and apart from MT’s designer, she didn’t know anyone involved in fashion design who wielded significant influence. But if it was only someone Tan Qing was familiar with but she wasn’t, why was he so certain that she would be surprised?
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"These flowers are such an eyesore; how about throwing them away?"
On that Monday before she went to the airport, Tong Xi frowned, visibly displeased at the wilted gardenias.
She had been betrayed by Uncle Weng, who had stealthily taken her keys. She struggled for a long time to find them on the set and was ridiculed by Uncle Weng for being careless, saying she might even lose herself someday without knowing it. All because of Leng Yan, who came up with such a method to win Wen Nuan’s favor.
But to be honest, she was also a bit touched. The mighty Second Young Master of the Leng Family, a heartbreaker of both young girls and married women in City N, was now humbling himself into the dust for Wen Nuan. Still, when thinking of him with Ji Wei, it was hard to forgive.
"Sure, whatever." Wen Nuan nodded at the flowers.
That day, she couldn’t bear to throw them away, yet looking at them felt awkward.
Fiddling with the petals, Tong Xi sighed: "Nuannuan, have a good time once you’re there, but if you truly can’t forget him, I won’t stand in the way of you two reconciling. But..."
She patted Wen Nuan’s hand, looking at her earnestly: "I think Tan Qing is really nice. If you can forget Leng Yan, Tan Qing would definitely be the best choice. Look how good he is to you, and without the emotional conflicts of an ex-girlfriend, he really suits being a husband."
Wen Nuan smiled a little bitterly: "Alright, don’t play matchmaker. In my heart, Tan Qing is my best male friend, you got that? Male friend."
"You could develop it, just drop one word, and it becomes boyfriend." Tong Xi stuck out her tongue: "Forget it, I was just saying. Love is a very mysterious word, once you’re in love, it’s hard to explain. Heard the saying, whoever falls in love first loses? That’s how it is between you and Leng Yan; you fell in love with him first, which is why it’s so painful for you. If he were chasing you, it would be much easier to break it off."
Riding the company’s car to the airport, Wen Nuan recalled what Tong Xi said, with a faint bitter smile on her lips.