Chapter 434: Chapter 405: About That Night, I Told You Clearly
"Nuannuan, you are so beautiful!"
In the villa-style apartment, Leng Ye gazed at Wen Nuan dressed in a floor-length pure white wedding gown, his eyes showing deep amazement.
"As long as you like it."
Wen Nuan’s lips gently curled into a smile. Looking at herself in the mirror, a complex feeling welled up inside her.
After dawn, she would become Leng Ye’s bride...
No joy, no sorrow; she was numb. Lowering her head to glance at her abdomen, she felt a tiny hint of joy emerge from the bottom of her heart.
The child, after all, will have a father. Leng Ye would never reveal who the child’s father was, and neither would she. Once the child is born, his/her father will only ever be one person, and that person is Leng Ye.
Whether or not she could love Leng Ye, after the wedding she would wholeheartedly care for him, fulfilling the duties expected of a wife. Take good care of him, and once he’s recovered, emigrate with the whole family away from T City—the place that broke her heart.
"Nuannuan, marrying you under these circumstances truly has wronged you." Leng Ye, sitting in his wheelchair, tightly held her delicate white fingers, gazing affectionately into Wen Nuan’s soft eyes. "Once I’m fully recovered, I’ll design a set of wedding dresses for you myself, and we can have a grand wedding again. How about that?"
"There’s no need; this is already perfect."
Wen Nuan crouched down, gently holding his hand in return, softly smiling as she pushed all the bitterness deep into the recesses of her heart.
She was genuinely content. Even if at the chapel, her groom would be in a wheelchair, it was still a hundred times better than her first marriage, where there wasn’t even a groom present.
Now, she no longer desired romance, nor passionate love; she only wished for a quiet life. Cherishing the child, and cherishing Leng Ye, even a simple life can be a form of happiness.
At least, no more painful nights tormenting her heart!
"I will make it up to you, Nuannuan," Leng Ye said passionately, pulling her into his chest with his arms. "I will love you dearly, and I’ll treat the child as my own flesh and blood."
"I believe you." Wen Nuan nodded, glanced at the clock, and lightly smiled. "I’ll get changed. It’s late, and I’ll push you back to your room to sleep. You can’t sleep in tomorrow, you know, Groom."
"Starting tomorrow, sleep in my room with me, alright?" Leng Ye, with the help of a personal assistant and a caregiver, laid down on the bed. After the caregiver left, he still didn’t want Wen Nuan to leave, holding her hand tightly and sincerely said, "I don’t need anyone to take care of me at night. It won’t interrupt your rest. Nuannuan, can we share this room?"
"Tomorrow I’ll be your wife, of course, we will stay in the same room." Wen Nuan tucked the quilt for him, slightly turning her head away to push back the tears welling in her eyes.
Don’t cry!
There’s nothing to cry about; she never expected to find and marry a good man again. Now she met Leng Ye—outstanding, handsome, and loving her so deeply. This was her good fortune, she should be happy. She must trust that with Leng Ye, she and the child will be happy.
"Thank you, Nuannuan."
Leng Ye finally let out a long breath, releasing her hand, his gaze softened with tenderness. "Go to bed now, tomorrow be my most beautiful bride."
"Alright." Wen Nuan nodded lightly.
As she walked out of Leng Ye’s bedroom, she leaned against the door, tears streaming.
In order not to let the caregiver and personal assistant see, she hurriedly ran back to her own room, shut the door, and collapsed onto the bed, crying her heart out.
She was getting married, and the groom wasn’t him!
To be precise, it never was him!
Even when they referred to each other as husband and wife, he never appeared before the crowd in the position of a groom...
Many people didn’t even know who was the wife of the Leng Family’s Second Young Master, Leng Yan.
"Congratulations, Mr. Leng." When the call from Dr. Mike came, Leng Ye wasn’t asleep yet, feeling very grateful: "Dr. Mike, thank you for helping me persuade my fiancée to marry me right away."
"As you say in China, it’s a joy for lovers to finally become family. I merely made your condition sound more serious, prompting her to marry you sooner. It’s clear she cares about you, and marriage was only a matter of time."
Dr. Mike chuckled, "I will definitely attend tomorrow’s wedding."
"Thank you." Happiness and confidence spread on Leng Ye’s lips: "I have great confidence in the surgery, Dr. Mike, I’ll do my utmost to recover soon."
After hanging up with Dr. Mike, Leng Ye sighed and looked at the photo of Wen Nuan at the bedside. He picked it up, his distinct fingers gently tracing over her brows, whispering with guilt in his heart: