Chapter 362: Chapter 348: I Obeyed
He hadn’t been eating well. At noon, in the restaurant opposite MT’s branch office, Tan Qing and Wen Nuan sat there eating, and he was there too, just sitting a bit far away. A large pot of green plants obscured his figure. He watched them chat and laugh, clenched his fists, and endured. There were several dishes on his table, and he only took three bites...
In the evening, seeing Tan Qing come out, he patiently waited for her, followed her and took a taxi to the mall, and watched her come out in beautiful clothes, dazzling almost to the point of blinding his eyes, while also deeply stabbing at his heart.
From Qu Min’s call yesterday, he could guess, her dressing up so meticulously was to make a good impression on Mrs Tan. He had to admit that Wen Nuan truly wanted to be with Tan Qing.
But she did not know, as he sat in the taxi and saw her, how terrible his stomach pain was at the time.
All the way to the hotel, Leng Yan braced himself, standing at the door silently counting numbers, calculating the time she would come out, also relieving his stomachache.
Actually, it had always been hurting, he just didn’t want to show it. And seeing her, somehow, maybe a psychological effect, made him feel much better. But now hearing this sentence, the pain surged up rapidly, catching him off guard...
"Leng Yan!" Wen Nuan was startled by him, hurriedly holding him up, "Stomachache?"
Leng Yan nodded slightly with some difficulty. She immediately flared up, holding him with one hand and angrily scolding him, "Everything I say is nonsense, isn’t it? I tell you to eat three meals a day, you promised me, you said you would listen well, you would eat well..."
While yelling at him, tears rolled down like broken beads: "You never listen, always treating my words with disdain..."
Does he know how much she cares about him? Sometimes, when she sits down for a meal, holding chopsticks, she would lose her train of thought, always wondering if he was eating well, if his stomach problem had flared up?
Then she would despise herself for being pathetic, thinking he has someone to take care of him now, he doesn’t need her anymore...
"Worried about me?" Watching her get angry, with tears rolling down her face, Leng Yan felt a soft warmth in his heart. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his voice hoarse yet with a hint of laughter, "Silly girl, only at this time do you worry about me, right? I think this stomachache..."
He laughed out loud, "Is worth it!"
"When have I ever worried about you? I just don’t want to see you die next to me! I don’t want to be called in by the police to give a suspect testimony!" She furrowed her brows, yelling angrily, but the tears wouldn’t stop. She wiped them dry forcefully and looked up, seeing a porridge shop across the street, "Let’s go across the street and get something to eat."
"Okay." Leng Yan agreed, a smile sliding from his eyes, as if his stomachache wasn’t so bad anymore.
"What are you smiling at! I won’t pay for you, I don’t have money on me, you pay your own way!"
Dammit, at this moment, he can still smile. Wen Nuan furrowed her brows tighter, her tone more unfriendly, glaring at him hatefully, "Also, I haven’t eaten either, you treat me to porridge, as repayment for helping you over here."
She was starving, guessing she would spend the night outside. It was quite cold, she needed to eat something to replenish strength against the cold.
Wen Nuan had never seen such an obedient Leng Yan, sitting across from her, quietly drinking the stomach-warming porridge, occasionally eating some side dishes, not uttering a word throughout, he didn’t even order the porridge himself, so quiet it made her somewhat uncomfortable.
She drank half a bowl of porridge and couldn’t drink anymore, staring at her fingers, avoiding his gaze.
"I’m finished." Leng Yan’s voice sounded, prompting Wen Nuan to lift her head, seeing him hold up the bowl like a child to show her, a big bowl, cleaned out.
Without looking into his eyes, her heart still fluttered with a faint panic.
The bill was already paid, she picked up her bag to leave, but her wrist was held. A gentle, low, and hoarse voice softly reached her ears, "I listened, Nuannuan, can I stay by your side?"