"Did Mom call? Is there sothing she needs?" Wen Nuan slightly furrowed her eyebrows.
Li Qiu rarely called her, so she wondered if sothing was up.
"The Madam called, actually she..." Sister Ping spoke, her eyes unconsciously staring at her abdon. Wen Nuan blushed slightly under Sister Ping’s gaze, "Sister Ping..."
"The Madam just wanted to ask if you’ve been feeling any discomfort, like dizziness or nausea. She’s eager to have a grandchild." Sister Ping said with a smile, also curious, "Really don’t feel anything?"
"No." Wen Nuan’s face turned even redder as she shook her head.
"Young Madam, I know you may feel that you’re still young and don’t want children yet. But I think there’s no need to worry. Even if you do have one, the Madam will help look after, and it won’t affect your world of two. Also, having a child can strengthen the bond between a couple, there’s nothing bad about it."
"Did Mom ask you to say this?" Wen Nuan looked at Sister Ping, understanding a bit. Sister Ping wasn’t soone who ddled in their affairs, especially regarding this.
"You guessed it right." Sister Ping did not hide it, only smiled at her, "Actually, the Young Master really likes children too."
"I know." Wen Nuan took a deep breath, letting Sister Ping leave first.
Holding a glass of lemon water, she sat on the platform in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the starlight outside. Her lips slowly stirred into a trace of sourness.
Leng Yan really likes children, he said he wanted her to have a child for him.
But, would they be happy together?
If they really had a child, would they last forever?
The phone was thrown on the bed, she picked it up and turned it on, finding there were again more than a dozen missed calls.
Seeing the words "husband", a pang struck Wen Nuan’s heart.
Those two words, used to be "Leng Yan".
One day, Leng Yan insisted on looking at her phone. Smiling, she handed it to him, saying he could check wherever he wanted, but she didn’t expect that after a while, Leng Yan handed it back, then called her phone. When Wen Nuan teasingly called him crazy and checked, the word "Leng Yan" had been replaced by "husband".
Husband...
At that ti, she was so excited her eyes turned red.
But, how long could that word belong to her?
Sotis, she always felt this husband also seed like soone else’s.
"It’s driving mad!" Irritated, she ruffled her hair, changed into pajamas, and lay down on the bed. Fiddling with her phone, she thought about turning it off again, but finally sighed and tossed it aside.
**
"Yan."
Leng Yan had just co out of the airport exit, and Ye Wei had already approached, looking around in confusion, "Where’s my sister-in-law? Didn’t you say you’d bring her?"
He really wanted to see what kind of woman had captivated Leng Yan into talking endlessly about her love for him for the past month. Since he couldn’t go to N City, he specifically asked Leng Yan to bring Wen Nuan over.
"She had sothing urgent to handle, couldn’t make it." Leng Yan smiled, his eyes carried a hint of bitterness.
He had promised Ye Wei to bring Wen Nuan along, but she never picked up the calls. In the end, she simply turned off her phone. He called her office only to hear she went to a subordinate factory to get sothing. There was only one flight to M City, so he had to co by himself.
"Truly disappointing." Ye Wei let out a long sigh on purpose, went to help Leng Yan with his luggage, and inadvertently saw a scratch on his hand, teasingly curled his lips: "Did my sister-in-law scratch that?"
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
Leng Yan glared at him.
"Are you mad?" Ye Wei continued to tease him, "Don’t tell you had a fight with Wen Nuan. You don’t look very enthusiastic. Co on, let’s go to the bar and have a couple of drinks to ease the worry."
Leng Yan was silent for a mont, then said, "Let make a call."
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