Chapter 442: Chapter 410: Punish Him by Kneeling on Durians
"Nuannuan, listen to my explanation!" Leng Yan roared, rushing to the roadside, stopping a taxi, with sadness spreading across his handsome face.
On the way, he was afraid that even if Nuannuan knew the truth, she would not forgive him. And indeed, that’s how it turned out.
He knew he was too presumptuous, but what could he do? She was still so young, and she didn’t even have a child. He couldn’t ruin her future happiness because of himself.
"Second Young Master, you promised me a plane ticket." Xiao Liu caught up, holding onto Leng Yan, her eyes full of pleading, "Second Young Master, I beg you, I want to go home."
Tears were about to roll down as she spoke.
With a frown, Leng Yan took out a stack of money from his wallet and threw it to Xiao Liu, opening the car door, "Follow that car."
His heart ached. He loved her. He remembered the words they had said to each other, but when truly faced with illness, he began to back down. He couldn’t imagine what her life would be like after he left, so he chose a superficial "betrayal"...
"Young Master Ye." The special nurse watched as Leng Ye pushed himself out in a wheelchair, quickly approaching. Seeing the conflict and pain on his face, she said with concern, "Young Master Ye, your health is important."
"Is it really?"
Leng Ye smiled bitterly, looking far away at the spot where Wen Nuan and Leng Yan’s vehicle had disappeared, with a strong sense of self-mockery at the corners of his mouth, "Why do I feel it’s not important at all? I’d rather I never truly recovered, so she wouldn’t leave so resolutely."
But, would that really be the case?
He wasn’t sure. After he "helped" Ji Wei do so many things that hurt her, she must have disdained him. How could she choose to stay because of his disability?
**
In the villa-style park, the door was pushed open. Wen Nuan leaned against the wall, as if all strength had been drained from her, weak enough to collapse at any moment.
After a long while, she glanced at her abdomen and shook her head helplessly.
Once again, she had run away in a hurry, once again tormenting the child in her belly.
Fingers brushed over it, Wen Nuan gently touched and walked in. She didn’t bring much clothing, easy to pack. In just a few minutes, Wen Nuan emerged from the bedroom. Surveying the apartment, her petal lips curled bitterly.
She had thought more than once of leaving this place, but seeing Leng Ye’s pain, she held on.
Today, she was finally going to leave, but there was not a hint of relief in her heart.
"Wife!"
A gentle voice sounded behind her, and she shivered all over, turning back.
Leng Yan stood at the door, his peach blossom eyes filled with tenderness. Seeing the luggage in her hands, he smiled softly and walked over, his heart tense with anxiety, but outwardly he naturally reached for her luggage, "Wife, let’s go, we can still make it to today’s flight back to T City."
He was determined, even if she slapped him hard a few times, he would endure it. As long as she forgave him, it would be worth it. He called her wife, he liked this form of address, he hoped to call her this way forever.
"Please call me ex-wife!" Wen Nuan frowned, unwilling to let go of the luggage, glaring at him viciously, "Who said I was going with you?"
"Wife, you can punish me however you want, as long as you go back with me, I can kneel on the computer motherboard, even kneel on durians."
Leng Yan spoke good-naturedly, his face full of a flattering smile.
Looking at this handsome face, Wen Nuan gritted her teeth tightly, pointing at the door, "Get out! Turn around, walk ten meters forward, open the door and leave. I won’t see you off!"
"Wife..." Leng Yan looked at her pitifully, "I didn’t mean it."
"Do you not understand Chinese?" Wen Nuan frowned even tighter as his hand reached out to embrace her. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she lifted her leg to fiercely kick his knee. Watching him clutch his knee in pain, Wen Nuan turned back, tears streaming down like rain.
She didn’t want this, but she couldn’t control her emotions. Thinking of him wanting to break up with her, that he didn’t want her anymore, regardless of the reason, she couldn’t accept it.
She loved him, no matter the reason, she didn’t want to break up, but he was only concerned with his own nobility, not caring about her...
"Wife."
Leng Yan knelt down on one knee, reaching out a hand to her, furrowing his brows in pain, "Wife, help me up, it really hurts..."
"Like I’d believe you! Liar, Leng Yan you big liar!"
Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Wen Nuan didn’t want to stay here for another moment, forcefully pushing him away and walking out with her luggage.
The taxi was parked there, she got in, leaving Leng Yan calling anxiously at the door, filled with regret.
The taxi was called by him, wanting to ride with her, but it allowed her yet another escape from him.
He ran a good distance after the car, but Nuannuan wouldn’t let the car stop. Leng Yan was getting farther and farther away, eventually stopping, panting by the roadside, and hailed another one.
"Airport," he said in fluent English.
Nuannuan hadn’t told him where she was going, but he could guess with his little finger.
Leng Ye was untrustworthy, having deceived her this way too, she must be heartbroken and heading back to T City.
**
The last plane ticket back to T City!
Wen Nuan looked down at the plane ticket in her hand and smiled self-mockingly: Finally, she had shaken him off.
She had the last one, which meant Leng Yan couldn’t return to T City today.
Isn’t that a good thing? She asked herself happily, yet didn’t realize tears emerged from her eyes as she smiled.
Shaking him off, she was not at ease, nor was she happy, she knew it.
However, to be taken back by him like this, she was not content.
She did not want such a fragile love, incapable of sharing joys and sorrows. Love was not a flower grown in a greenhouse. Husband and wife were not just birds on the same tree; when disaster struck, they each flew away.
She wanted a love that could truly accompany her through life, holding hands with each other, no matter how the other aged or looked, no matter how illness clung, to not abandon, to not give up, to stay in love together.
Leng Yan’s love was noble, choosing to break up with her to prevent her from suffering.
But it was a love she couldn’t bear or like.
He hadn’t thought, would she truly find happiness without him? Didn’t he know that without him, life would be worse than death?
Finding a seat, Wen Nuan quietly looked out the window, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
The plane took off, and the turbulence made her, pregnant, feel uncomfortable, her fingers pressing against her chest in discomfort.
"Lean on my shoulder, close your eyes for a bit, it will be better."
Whose voice, so close to her ear, familiar and gentle, made her want to scream, yet also want to escape. Whose palm, so strong, yet mixed with infinite tenderness, hugged her shoulder.
Wen Nuan’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She stared out the window, suddenly afraid to turn back.
She had been staring outside in a daze, she had lost her spirit and didn’t know someone was sitting beside her.
Let alone that person was him.
Forcibly breaking free from his hand, Wen Nuan took a deep breath, suddenly feeling the discomfort vanish because of his presence.