Chapter 360: Chapter 347: Ji Wei, the Big Wife, She Plays the Role of the Little Wife
"Impossible!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth and held her tighter, as if trying to integrate her into his very bones.
The moment Tan Qing answered the call, he didn’t hesitate to call another taxi. He handed the driver five hundred yuan, explaining he had a quarrel with his wife and requested to follow the car she was in at all costs.
Luckily, the driver recognized the license plate and immediately smiled, as it belonged to the same company. He let Leng Yan use his phone to send a message, and at a red light, the driver of the taxi Wen Nuan was in sent over a text with the name of the hotel she was heading to.
Held so tightly by him, Wen Nuan struggled to breathe. Looking at Leng Yan’s face, her nose tingled with an impending rush of tears. She bit her lip firmly to hold them back. Listening to him recount how he arrived at the hotel before her made her teeth itch with anger. She truly wanted to file a complaint against the taxi company.
Under the lights, she could clearly see his brows and eyes; apart from being a little gaunt, his appearance still captivated her gaze, unwilling to tear away. And his embrace, warm and comfortable, made her want to snuggle closer and closer.
But...
Her heart trembled; she scorned herself for even having such thoughts and turned her face aside slightly.
"Nuannuan, look at me." Leng Yan loosened his grip a little, freeing one hand to caress her cheek, "Nuannuan, don’t hide from me."
"Ex-husband, is this fun for you?" That soft sensation gliding across her face made her instinctively evade, turning her head slightly, slowly curling her lips into a gentle smile.
It’s faint, tinged with sadness and mockery.
What exactly did he intend to do?
She had heard that some men, after divorce, develop a twisted mindset. They marry the mistress but want the ex-wife to become the mistress. Did Leng Yan want this too?
Ha!
He really thought of her as despicable!
"Nuannuan, can you not mention those two words!" Leng Yan’s voice was fierce, locking his gaze tightly onto hers, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes. "I am your husband!"
"Could you not call it so intimately?" Wen Nuan laughed more openly, as if hearing the most humorous joke.
That title, only Ji Wei should use it now.
She, Wen Nuan, why should she?
"Nuannuan, don’t be like this." Leng Yan let out a soft sigh, watching the tears from her laughter as he gently wiped them away, "Come back to T City with me, okay?"
"No!" Wen Nuan replied decisively.
Return to T City to be his clandestine lover?
Let Ji Wei be the main wife, and she, the little wife? Ha!
A wave of humiliation surged in Wen Nuan’s heart. Unable to push him away, she lowered her head and bit his arm with force.
Leng Yan’s brow didn’t even twitch; he gritted his teeth, his lips turning pale from the pain, not uttering a single sound.
"Still not letting go?"
Looking at his lips, Wen Nuan’s heart ached fiercely. She struck his arm hard with her hand, finally forcing him to release her. However, her heart wasn’t at ease. Seeing him in obvious pain, she couldn’t help but ask, "Are you... you okay?"
Leng Yan frowned, rubbing the spot she had bitten. To her surprise, he managed a smile, "I’d rather be bitten by you than see your sarcastic smile. Nuannuan, don’t smile at me like that."
He would rather she see him, beat him, or scold him, just as long as she didn’t ignore him, especially not with that kind of smile. That smile was too hurtful, making him feel as though she truly didn’t want him anymore.
"Crazy!" Wen Nuan scoffed, still reluctant to pay him any attention. What’s wrong with her smiling? Just because she was the ex-wife, does she not even have the right to smile?
One should steer clear of men with a wife, especially those with children!
Wen Nuan firmly bypassed him, entering the hotel lobby and heading straight towards the reception desk without looking sideways. She gave the receptionist a polite smile, "Hello, I’d like to book a room."
"Hello, miss, could you please provide your ID?" the receptionist asked with a courteous smile, slightly leaning forward.
Wen Nuan murmured in acknowledgment, rummaging through her bag for her ID while feeling fortunate that Leng Yan had the sense not to follow her.
"Huh, where’s my wallet?" she wondered aloud, furrowing her brow. She decided to dump out her bag contents, meticulously searching through each item; to her dismay, her wallet was missing...
Wen Nuan thought carefully, realizing in hindsight that she had been preoccupied with the phone call. Her wallet must have been left in the taxi. Her ID and bank cards were all in there. She hadn’t noted the car’s plate number, and there was no contact information in her wallet; retrieving it would be incredibly difficult.