Chapter 414: Chapter 388: Leng Yan Has a New Woman?_2
If that’s the case, wouldn’t she be completely out of the picture?
"Second Young Master, your phone."
Leng Yan came back after seeing off an important client. The new secretary immediately stepped forward, covering the receiver, a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "It’s a woman."
"Who allowed you to answer my calls? Didn’t your cousin tell you what you can and cannot do?"
Leng Yan’s eyes were sharp as he glanced at her, nearly snatching the phone from her hand.
The original secretary had an urgent family matter to handle. The new one was a distant relative of hers, who had just come here from home country to find a job and was temporarily substituting for a few days.
To be honest, he was quite dissatisfied with this new secretary. Her competence was barely passable, but her intentions...
He could tell, if not for the original secretary’s sake, and his current need for help to handle some matters, he would have sent her away long ago.
"I’m sorry..." The new secretary was startled, murmured softly, and quickly retreated, still unable to stop her inner grumbling.
From her few days here, it seemed that Young Master Leng was not interested in women. She couldn’t help but fantasize, as she was also quite attractive, with a model’s build that would make people scream. Many times, she wanted to seduce her new boss but was repeatedly scared off by his cold demeanor.
She had heard that Leng Yan was married, yet never once saw him speak with his wife. When Leng Yan wasn’t paying attention, she secretly looked through his drawer and found a photo of a girl, sweet and pure. Hearing that soft voice now, her heart couldn’t help but stir, could it be his wife calling?
Thinking about this, she was filled with disappointment.
With a simple greeting, Leng Yan’s face turned even darker upon hearing the voice from the receiver. He covered the phone, and with cold eyes glanced at the secretary: "Get out!"
"Yan." Ji Wei’s delicate voice came through, followed by sobs.
Leng Yan frowned: "Ji Wei, I warned you not to call me!"
"Yan, don’t be harsh on me, please. I feel so hurt. I even have the urge to die..." Ji Wei said pitifully, causing Leng Yan’s frown to deepen: "Your suffering has nothing to do with me, goodbye!"
He was about to hang up but hesitated because a name was mentioned.
"No, Yan, wait, it’s not related to you, but it is related to Wen Nuan!" Ji Wei urgently brought up Wen Nuan’s name as a lifeline, which indeed worked as Leng Yan’s voice visibly trembled, "... related to Nuannuan?"
"Tong Xi, Wen Nuan’s best friend, you know her, right?" Ji Wei’s sobbing intensified, an utterly heartbreaking sound: "Wen Nuan told Tong Xi about you leaving her. Early this morning, Tong Xi came to my house and pushed me, the baby... boo-hoo—"
She cried helplessly, and Leng Yan rubbed his forehead heavily, having already guessed some things.
He remembered previously receiving an email labeled with Tong Xi’s name that had not been opened. Instinctively, he opened it, ignoring Ji Wei’s cries, and found it was an audio file. He frowned slightly, switched the phone to speaker mode, placed it on the table, wore an earphone in his left ear, and listened. His face grew darker, with veins prominently showing on his hand holding the mobile as if blood might erupt at any moment!
Ji Wei cried for a long time without hearing any words of comfort on the other end, growing anxious and slowly stopping herself: "Yan, you don’t believe the child is yours, don’t believe that those reports can be wrong. I originally thought of waiting for the child to be born to do a DNA test, for you to truly accept him from your heart. But after Tong Xi’s disruption, our child..."
"That is yours and has nothing to do with me!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth, grinding out the words: "You still want to say it’s my departure that caused you to lose the child, trying to make me blame myself, huh?"
He snorted coldly, "Ji Wei, you are truly wickedly capable. Listen carefully to the following recording!"
The clear recording transmitted through the receiver, and Ji Wei’s heart sank to the bottom, her face pale as paper, losing strength in her hand holding the phone, letting it slide down with a crisp sound as it hit the floor.
Leng Yan heard Xiao Liu’s scream from the other side, sneered, threw the phone onto the table with a bang, leaned his head heavily against the back of the leather chair, his eyes filled with painful darkness...
Nuannuan...
He murmured this name, his broken heart aching intensely.
With trembling fingers, he retrieved a photo from the drawer, gazing at it for a long time, a smile creeping upon his lips, though his eyes gradually reddened, a thin mist quickly covering them.
Longing for her to the point of madness, yet afraid to see her even once.
There is a photo of her in the office desk, and in his place in London, a wall in the bedroom is almost a gallery of her photos. The only big photo in the middle is a collage of the two of them —their photoshopped marriage certificate picture.
His home (because of the photos of Wen Nuan, he always called it home) never allowed outsiders to enter, staring at her and talking to her before sleeping. Returning home at night, it was always the first thing he did.
He reminded himself to always remember Nuannuan’s appearance, to remember it clearly and distinctly, so that in the next life, he could spot her at first glance in the crowd. He couldn’t give her a lifetime of togetherness this time, only hoping that in the next life, he might stand by her until their hair turned gray, until they lost all their teeth...
"Miss Wen, someone is here to see you." Early morning, just as Wen Nuan entered the Wen Family, the receptionist politely informed her: "I directed him to the guest room to wait."
"So early, who’s looking for me?" Wen Nuan asked in surprise, lightly furrowing her eyebrows.
The young girl at the reception desk smiled mysteriously, her eyes filled with pink heart shapes: "It’s a very handsome man."