"Qu Min, give it back to !" Tan Qing looked at Qu Min grabbing the phone and running off, and hurriedly chased after her. Qu Min turned around and opened a room door, closing it behind her.
Looking at the latest ssage showing the two words "Nuannuan," and words full of gentle concern, Qu Min bit her teeth tightly and yanked the door open, her voice filled with jealousy: "She’s called Nuannuan? Ha! So affectionate, why don’t you call Minmin? Tan Qing, tell , where is she?"
"What’s it got to do with you?" Tan Qing snatched the phone back and snorted heavily: "Qu Min, my affairs are never yours to ddle in!"
"You!"
Qu Min stomped her foot in frustration, looking at his equally angry eyes. Then she softened, tears welling in her eyes: "Qing, in what way is she better than ?"
"There’s no comparison!"
Tan Qing looked at her tears, sighed, and seriously told Qu Min: "We’ve known each other since early on, you should know, I’ve always treated you as a friend. Can you stop behaving like this?"
If they hadn’t grown up together, he wouldn’t know how to deal with Qu Min’s unreasonable whims by now.
"But that was when we were little, now we’re grown up. Even friendships evolve, let alone..." She pouted, coming over to hold Tan Qing’s hand: "I’ve always liked you, you know, I’ve liked you since we were kids. My biggest dream is to marry you when I grow up."
Tan Qing’s body tensed up, instinctively moving aside: "That’s just your personal thought."
"Qing, tell who this Nuannuan is." Qu Min stepped forward, hugging Tan Qing’s waist, batting her eyelashes: "Is she prettier than ?"
Those deliberately fluttering fans gave Tan Qing the chills, he pushed her away: "I said there’s no comparison, just rember, the woman I love is her, don’t cling to anymore."
"I insist on clinging to you!"
The alcohol in Qu Min kicked in, and she stomped her foot in irritation: "Things I’ve liked since I was little, I’ve never failed to get."
She was always the princess of the family, the sun of the household. Whatever she wanted, soone would obediently bring it to her. But among n, she only liked Tan Qing, yet he just had to go against her.
"You an I’m just another thing you want?" Tan Qing’s long phoenix eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of disgust. His voice had turned icy to the extre: "Qu Min, don’t you realize you have a severe princess syndro?! Your affection for is childish and laughable!"
With that, he cast a cold glance at her and left without looking back.
Having such a woman as a future wife, he’d collapse sooner or later.
Yet, his parents, who favored suitable marriages, insisted that the Tan Family and Qu Family should pair for a happy union.
Watching Tan Qing’s frustrated back fade away, Qu Min sat angrily on a low stool, observing as he bid farewell to the host and headed for his car, pride keeping her from following, chest heaving with rage.
That detestable Tan Qing actually said she had a princess syndro. Yes, she was the princess in her family’s palm, but she wasn’t sick. The one with a sickness was Tan Qing, the "doesn’t like Qu Min" sickness.
And who exactly was "Nuannuan"? She had to find out everything. She must see what kind of girl dared to entice her man.
Even if she did have a princess syndro, so what, the Qu Family had plenty of money, and she only had one brother, who pampered her thoroughly. So what if she’s a princess, she just likes Tan Qing, she just wants to be his wife!
After driving for a while, Tan Qing stopped and looked at the "okay" from Wen Nuan on his phone, pressing his lips together, hesitantly touching the screen, but didn’t reply.
It was already eleven, he didn’t want to disturb her rest. His fingers instinctively touched his lips, recalling the scene at the airport when he kissed her, his mouth subtly forming a smile.
A smile mixed with joy, yet also helplessness.
How could he not understand, her heart still hadn’t fully let go of Leng Yan. But he was still happy, after all, there was hope, wasn’t there?
It’s just...
Unconsciously, the scene of Leng Ye gently using his fingers to brush away Wen Nuan’s hair from her forehead floated before his eyes, bringing a strange feeling to his heart.
After a long while, he shook his head and chuckled. Leng Ye considered Wen Nuan as a sister, right? After all, Wen Nuan was once his sister-in-law, he shouldn’t have other intentions.
**
"See you tomorrow!" That evening, Wen Nuan got out of a Paul car and said goodbye to her colleagues. With gasoline prices rising, so colleagues from the branch carpooled, and since she lived nearby, she joined them, which was economical, environntally friendly, and convenient.
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