"I told Aunt Li about it, Yan wants to get rid of the child." When Ji Wei said this, her arrogance finally diminished. She stood up and walked a few steps to Wen Nuan: "I won’t get rid of this child, Wen Nuan, you go and persuade Leng Yan."
"Saying this to is useless." Wen Nuan glanced back at her, very indifferent. In fact, she could no longer see Ji Wei clearly. Her eyes had long beco blank, and her shining eyes had lost focus.
Disheartened, panicked, and helpless, she only thought about escaping. She couldn’t stay here anymore. Let Leng Yan solve it; why should she be told about a ss he created?
"Whether you leave willingly or not, I will have this child." Ji Wei hesitated, adding while Wen Nuan opened the car door: "Aunt Li loves children very much. I think she would also feel that killing a child is a sin."
"That’s your business!" Wen Nuan angrily pushed Ji Wei away.
With a cry of "ouch," Ji Wei, unprepared, fell solidly to the ground. Instinctively covering her stomach, she sensed that nothing was wrong and lightly breathed a sigh of relief. This scene pierced Wen Nuan’s heart hard. She was a bit panicked initially, but finally resolutely turned around and walked out quickly.
So Leng Yan already knew, even her mother-in-law knew...
What Ji Wei ant was to rely on her mother-in-law to give birth to the child, right? Ha, really nice, she truly knows how to stab soone in the heart, knowing how much her mother-in-law wants a grandchild.
She didn’t know how she drove to the villa. She stumbled out of the car and into the villa, her face pale without a trace of blood.
Sister Ping was taken aback, "What happened?"
She had never seen Wen Nuan like this, not even when things were bad between her and Leng Yan. She didn’t look sick; rather, she seed to have suffered a huge blow.
Wen Nuan didn’t even look at Sister Ping, her lips moved slightly, but she just waved to signal Sister Ping not to mind her and then pushed open the room door and closed it heavily.
"What on earth..." Sister Ping, worried, followed her up, but Wen Nuan locked the door.
She lay down on the big bed, convulsing with discomfort all over. Her phone was out of battery; she took out the charger, then bitterly smiled and threw it aside. She kept her eyes open, allowing the tears to flow freely, blurring her vision at will.
What has this world co to? She considered herself kind, never having done anything heinously evil. She was wholeheartedly living her days with Leng Yan. When that kind of thing happened, she persuaded herself to endure it, thinking she could live well from then on, thinking that everything would be fine once Ji Wei left.
Unexpectedly, Ji Wei didn’t leave and instead delivered a bolt from the blue!
"Where’s Nuannuan?" Leng Yan parked the car and hurried in. Seeing Sister Ping and Xiao Mi preparing dinner, he asked anxiously.
"In her room, looking very unhappy." Sister Ping shook her head, lowering her voice to ask, "Young Master, did you fight again after just making up?"
Sigh, it’s worrying; they’re just a pair of quarrelso lovers. When happy, they stick together sweetly, making others envious to death. But every so often, sothing unpleasant happens. What happened today, she didn’t know, and Wen Nuan wouldn’t tell her either. She just knew she called Wen Nuan several tis, and Wen Nuan, with a dazed expression, ignored her as if she’d lost her soul. Once in the bedroom, she locked the door. She had to call Leng Yan, and it was then he knew Wen Nuan had already co ho when he couldn’t reach her by phone.
Leng Yan grabbed the car keys almost imdiately and drove hurriedly back after giving no instructions to his secretary. Along the way, it felt as if a hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it hard to breathe.
"Nuannuan?" He knocked on the door several tis, but Wen Nuan didn’t answer. Leng Yan was on edge, the painful look on his brow deepening. It seed he couldn’t hide it any longer; he’d been thinking about how to solve it. When Ji Wei didn’t answer his calls, he sensed sothing was wrong. In a hurry, he found the bedroom key from a drawer in the entrance downstairs, rushed upstairs, stood at the bedroom door with his heart in a tangled ss, and his hands trembling as they struggled to fit the key into the lock several tis, but it was Sister Ping who unlocked it.
Her tears had almost run dry and she could cry no more, lying on the bed, her swollen eyes blurred as she gazed at the ceiling.
Her thoughts lingered elsewhere; she seed to hear soone calling her outside, but perhaps it was just auditory hallucination. The landline phone at the bedside rang, and she went to answer it as an almost unconscious action.
"Wen Nuan, it’s Ji Wei." It was Ji Wei’s voice again. Wen Nuan closed her eyes, threw the phone to the side, and sohow it bumped the speakerphone button.
"It was my fault earlier; I shouldn’t have made you leave Yan. But I truly love him. I can do without everything else, I just want this child, is that alright?" Ji Wei’s voice carried earnest pleading, yet her eyes displayed another expression. Sitting in a cafe, savoring the coffee the staff brought, she relaxedly enjoyed the sight outside.
Wen Nuan closed her eyes, biting her lip, her voice echoed again: "Could you ask Yan not to make get rid of the child, alright?"
"Ask my husband to let another woman have his child? Ha!" Wen Nuan scoffed, and tears burst forth with her laughter: "Ji Wei, am I that great?"
"This is a small life. I beg you not to kill it." Ji Wei’s voice laced with sobs, more sorrowful than in drama, though her eyes overflowed with joy. After years of acting, this was the most satisfying performance. Just imagining Wen Nuan in agonizing pain, looking as if she wanted to kill her, made her want to laugh out loud with delight.
Leaving sooner would have spared such heartache, wouldn’t it?
"Kill?" Wen Nuan laughed more heartily, the tears pouring even more intensely, "Ji Wei, don’t put such a big label on , I can’t bear it."
"I beg you, this is a life. Regardless of my mistakes, the child is innocent. Wen Nuan, I am sorry, but the child is not at fault..." Ji Wei wailed.
Wen Nuan felt as if she were an executioner to her child.
"Don’t co to , got it? Don’t co to !"
A strong sense of sorrow enveloped Wen Nuan. She forcibly pulled out the phone line, wiping tears with the back of her hand.
"What to do? What to do? What to do?..." Her brain, her heart, and even every cell in her body, were filled with these three words, almost causing her to explode.
Ji Wei has a child—
Her lips suddenly curved into a smile, that child is Leng Yan’s, ha—
"Nuannuan." Leng Yan opened the door, frightened by her abruptly broken smile. He sat by the bed, trying to hold her. Wen Nuan suddenly turned over, pushing him aside as she sat up, looking dazedly at Leng Yan standing there.
He’s back to lay it on the line with her?
Fine, she’s listening!
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