Chapter 400: Chapter 377: It’s All the Matchmaker God’s Fault for Connecting the Wrong Threads_2
"Your husband is really good to you." Wen Nuan sincerely praised, while an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.
"Yes, he’s always been good to me. Although he doesn’t earn much, he’s very considerate. He tries his best to fulfill every promise he makes to me, and I’ve never been disappointed." Wan Qi was immersed in happiness, her smile growing deeper as she spoke. "Since I got pregnant, he’s been treating me like a queen, telling me to stay at home obediently and not go out. But staying at home is so boring, and he doesn’t earn much. I have to contribute to the family too..."
She had switched jobs to Wen Family a few months ago. The marriage between Leng Yan and Wen Nuan was handled quite discreetly, and Wen Qingyan never bragged, so she didn’t know Wen Nuan was married.
"That’s wonderful." Wen Nuan nodded along as she listened, a bitter sensation in her heart deepening.
They say that poverty brings sorrow to a marriage, but she couldn’t see that in Wan Qi’s eyes. What she felt was the love and sweetness between her and her husband. Perhaps all the money they would earn in a lifetime couldn’t buy one of Leng Yan’s cars, but their happiness was something she and Leng Yan could never experience.
Both expecting a child, Wan Qi was a blissful expectant mother, her unborn child cherished in both her and her husband’s hearts. But as for her and her child?
Ha!
Wen Nuan bitterly smiled inwardly, forcing the disheartening thoughts out of her mind.
It’s alright, she would be happy, and so would the child.
Without Leng Yan, they could still have happiness.
"Miss Wen, you seem not to like makeup or high heels?" As they entered the mall, Wen Nuan walked in front of Wan Qi. Seeing her wearing shoes with only a small heel, Wan Qi curiously asked.
"Oh, yes." Wen Nuan’s face blushed slightly, and she quickly nodded.
Actually, like Wan Qi, she stopped wearing them for the sake of the child. The only difference was that she did so voluntarily, while Wan Qi did it because of her husband’s care.
Since they were launching a series of cosmetics for expecting mothers, when Wen Nuan and Wan Qi entered, they saw several expectant mothers selecting products. Some already had noticeably large bellies, while others, like her and Wan Qi, were newly pregnant.
The salesgirl was a bit busy, so she and Wan Qi went to help explain the product ingredients and such. Without realizing it, while explaining, Wen Nuan would add her own views on precautions during pregnancy, giving the expectant mothers more to understand. Wan Qi couldn’t help but laugh and nudged her after the customers left: "You know even more than I do. My husband learned from books and told me a lot of things."
"Haha." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Wen Nuan’s face. She glanced at her own small belly, a wry smile spreading across her lips.
Recently, she had read many books, apart from management ones, also focusing on parenting. She wanted to ensure she understood everything clearly herself so she could feel worthy of this child.
The mall’s performance was quite good, even though it was the first week of the launch. It had already attracted many pregnant women who, though forbidden by their mother-in-law or mom, still loved beauty and wanted to continue working. Wen Nuan accompanied Wan Qi in organizing their tasks, and by the time they left, it was already the end of their workday.
No need to return to the company, Wan Qi called her husband to pick her up directly from the mall. Wen Nuan bid her farewell and stood at the entrance, watching one taxi after another pass by without ever raising her hand.
Not wanting to return, standing alone on the open street, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of loss, wrapping her layer by layer. Every couple on the street, with their intimate gestures, provoked a sense of warmth yet seemed so far away.
The mall’s other gate led directly to the pedestrian street. After a moment of thought, her feet moved uncontrollably in that direction.
Voices rang out like silver bells, a girl’s giggles. Her gaze automatically followed the sound to see a girl, being piggybacked by her boyfriend, laughing joyously. Watching them, she seemed to see a mirage.
Those times with him, and those times with her.
Even though not much time had passed, it felt like she had lived through a century. Past scenes were shrouded in dense fog, unclear even with wide-open eyes, only their laughter still echoing in her ears...
Her stomach growled with hunger, bringing her thoughts back. She gently rubbed her small belly and smiled softly.
Many snacks were sold here, and given her peculiar cravings recently, something might catch her fancy. The first thing that came to mind was spicy duck necks.
In the autumn dusk, more chill infused the exposed skin, her fingertips cool, prompting her to rub them. She walked into a small shop selling duck necks, ordered a plate, found a place to sit quietly. She wanted to think of nothing, but simply savor the delicious taste.
Through the glass door, a tall figure silently stood, watching her engrossed in eating, his fingers clenching.
Leng Yan, dressed in an off-white trench coat, wearing large sunglasses, watched her, a slight smile unconsciously lifting his lips.
He always found it hard to truly let her go. He was at the mall earlier to buy a shaver. Seeing her step out from Wen Family’s cosmetics counter, he couldn’t help but follow her, standing by the door watching her on the steps, as taxi after taxi drove by without her taking one, lingering for a long time before turning toward the pedestrian street.
Her figure seemed even frailer than before, each step she took exuded an indescribable loneliness, piercing his heart with pain. He followed her, barely able to control himself from rushing forward to embrace her tightly many times.
But he couldn’t!
The hurt he had brought her was already too much. Unable to promise her a beautiful future, he could only stifle their love with his own hands.
Seeing her eat so happily, finishing one plate and ordering another, Leng Yan quietly moved to the side, afraid she might glance up and see him.
"Is it good?" The young and sunny boy who served her duck necks couldn’t help but smile warmly, seeing her eat adorably with a full mouth.
"Yes, it tastes quite good." Wen Nuan nodded, feeling slightly dazed.
She seemed to have seen him just now...
Her eyes involuntarily glanced outside a few more times, finally smiling to herself before lowering her head.
How could it possibly be him?
Even if it were, it would surely be just a passing glimpse; how could he stand here watching her like this?
The duck necks were spicy, bringing tears to her eyes. Yet, it wasn’t enough; she even packed some more before leaving. She couldn’t help but recall a time with him, when she had once insisted he try duck necks. Leng Yan, unable to resist her, endured the heat and ate several. Later that night, his stomachache frightened her, making her cry, fetch water, and give him medicine.
He never complained a bit, yet she blamed herself for a long time. Ever since, the dishes she liked lessened on the table, replaced with more stomach-friendly ones.
Now, when he has a stomachache, she is no longer by his side. Does he ever, even by chance, think of her?