Wen Nuan held the phone away from her ear, a bitter smile touching her lips, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Do you think I work at MT for his sake? You know it’s not true. So, let ask you, you lied to because of her, didn’t you?"
He clearly knew there was no one else in her heart, and she couldn’t possibly be involved with Tan Qing, so why did he have to say that about her?
Since he and Ji Wei are still in love, then she’ll just wait and see. She believes it won’t be long before he cos clean on his own. That way, the divorce won’t be such a hassle.
Even though she still loves him, what else can she do?
Like in the old society, with him having a first wife and a second wife all living together? Ha, she’d rather be shattered than settle for diocrity, so such a scenario simply wouldn’t exist for her.
"Nuannuan..." Leng Yan’s voice softened, "Ji Wei and I aren’t what you think."
After all, she’s soone he once loved, and she was violated because of his injury. Now, driven to suicide by his indifference...
"Then what is it?" The car had already arrived at the company entrance. Wen Nuan paid the fare and got out, leaning against her car with a smile on her lips.
"Because..."
Leng Yan closed his eyes.
Ji Wei’s attempted suicide, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words.
He had already destroyed too much for Ji Wei, he couldn’t ruin her career any further. After all, being a star had always been Ji Wei’s dream. He knew this from a long ti ago, so when she told him she’d leave him to pursue acting, he only felt pain, but nothing unusual.
"Inconvenient to say?" Wen Nuan raised an eyebrow and smiled charmingly, her gaze clearly brimming with pain.
"There’s nothing between Ji Wei and , as long as you believe that, it’s enough." Leng Yan’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, greeted a few colleagues who arrived early, and hung up the phone: "I have to start work now. There was so work I didn’t finish yesterday afternoon, and I need to show it to the master later. Anyway, bye-bye."
She hung up the phone decisively, sat in the office, and got to work. After a short while, Lin Xue excitedly ca in: "Nuannuan, I have so good news for you. The company is having a design competition, and the winners get to attend a fashion exchange in France."
"Really?"
Wen Nuan’s eyes lit up, "Can I participate too?"
After all, she’s only an assistant, and isn’t sure if she’s eligible.
"Of course you can. Besides a few people pre-selected by the company, assistants and designers can all join." Lin Xue nodded, patting her shoulder, "So, are you interested? I already signed you up. Shouldn’t you thank your ntor?"
"Of course I should, ntor. I’m treating you to a big dinner tonight." Wen Nuan nodded forcefully, her lips curving into a smile.
Actually, she’s quite lucky, isn’t she?
With a father and brother who care for her, a confidant like Tan Qing, a close friend like Tong Xi, and such a wonderful ntor. So, Wen Nuan, you must keep striving. Push on for the day you can have your own brand!
"Great, my husband happens to be on a business trip today, and my son is staying over at my mom’s. I was just thinking having dinner alone would be boring." Lin Xue agreed with a smile. Rembering last night, with a few minutes left before work started, she couldn’t help but gossip: "Nuannuan, are you quite familiar with the Second Young Master Leng? When I was dancing with my husband, he ntioned Leng Yan’s wife also has the surna Wen, but didn’t know her full na. Could she be related to you since you both have the sa surna and know each other?"
Wen Nuan’s lips curled with a trace of self-mockery: "Yeah, we know each other."
Afraid she’d continue asking, she quickly changed the topic: "Your husband is so handso, ntor."
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