"I’m sorry, Nuannuan, I swear this is the last ti I lie to you. The surgery success rate is not just forty percent; Dr. Mike said my recovery is going well. With the most advanced dical equipnt and a top-notch dical team, the failure rate is less than a few percent. After my body recovers, I will fulfill my promise. I want to hold the grandest wedding, I will announce to the world that you are my wife, Wen Nuan, and you belong to alone. I won’t let your wedding proceed without a groom, and I won’t let any woman make you feel uncertain about our marriage."
**
On the plane, Leng Yan tossed the magazine aside, closed his eyes, and what appeared before him was Wen Nuan’s charming face.
Smiling, crying, sorrowful, happy...
Her every expression, every small action, all appeared before his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at his shoes, a happy smile playing on his lips.
Nuannuan, I’m here to take you back, to make you my most beautiful bride!
His fingers slipped into his coat pocket, and the hard box inside softened his heart.
Inside lay their wedding rings, the very sa pair he had sent her the sketch of via MMS. Exquisite and elegant, with deep aning.
That is their happiness, and they would personally place it on each other’s hands, holding hands, growing old together.
Thinking of this, he involuntarily grasped tightly, his heart still filled with trepidation.
The reason he hurried over so quickly was that he’d called Leng Ye several tis, only to be told she wasn’t around. Even calling at ten at night in the United States, Leng Ye had plausible excuses to prevent him from speaking with Wen Nuan.
He beca uneasy, and once the matters with the Leng Family had settled, he couldn’t wait to get on a plane to New York, U.S.A.
Exiting the airport, he looked up at the azure sky, drew a deep breath, and walked forward with large strides. A woman in sunglasses saw him, surprise mixed with guilt flitting across her eyes.
She raised her collar and was about to leave when soone ran into her hard from behind, causing her to stagger and fall at Leng Yan’s feet, her fingers instinctively reaching for Leng Yan’s small suitcase.
"Are you alright?"
Not knowing whether the other person was a Chinese speaker, Leng Yan replied politely in English. When the other person raised their head, he suddenly jerked back.
"Young Master Leng." Xiao Liu’s face turned red with embarrassnt; awkwardly, she scrambled up and bowed deeply: "I’m sorry."
"Sorry?"
Leng Yan glanced at her coldly: "So hurts cannot be redied with those three words!"
"I know." Xiao Liu said urgently, feeling even more at a loss with embarrassnt, biting her lips: "I’ve already been kicked out by Ji Wei. Young Master Leng, I know I did many things that hurt you and Miss Wen before, and I’ve always felt ashad. There are so things I can tell you now, and you will definitely want to know."
"Oh?"
Leng Yan raised his eyebrows: "You’re actually thinking of helping ?"
"I..."
Xiao Liu twisted her fingers gently, slowly raised her head, and steeled herself: "After leaving Ji Wei, I ca to New York alone, trying to find a job. Now I know how difficult that is. My money... is almost gone. I don’t ask for anything else, just for Young Master Leng to buy a ticket back and give a al."
Now, truly at a dead end, many things beca clearer in tis of poverty. She just wanted to return and find a stable job but couldn’t even afford a ticket...
Leng Yan looked her up and down, a faint smile on his lips: "That depends on whether what you say has value."
"Of course it has value!"
Xiao Liu nodded vigorously: "About Ji Wei’s child, and that night, I can explain everything clearly."
In the restaurant beside the airport, Xiao Liu devoured food voraciously, tears streaming down her face.
She hadn’t had a full al in three days, barely sustaining herself while looking for a job. Today, she couldn’t hold on anymore and resolved to leave the United States, the country that once seed full of opportunities like a paradise.
"Do you have the strength to speak now?"
Leng Yan handed her a glass of juice, asking calmly, with little pity in his eyes.
For soone like Xiao Liu, he had no sympathy. If Ji Wei hadn’t expelled her, she would likely still be by Ji Wei’s side, doing heartless deeds, and for such malicious people, he only felt disdain.
"I’ll tell you."
Drinking so juice, Xiao Liu swallowed down the food in her mouth.
"Ji Wei doesn’t know who the child’s father is?"
Leng Yan was stunned upon hearing Xiao Liu’s words.
"I learned from her calls with Young Master Ye. She cried, saying she didn’t even know who the child’s father was. One day, she went out all dolled up, got drugged by soone, and ended up together in confusion. When she woke up, she couldn’t rember what the person looked like at all. Later, she got pregnant and used it to threaten Young Master Leng."
"Ji Wei knew the deep feelings between you and Wen Nuan. From Young Master Ye, she learned that Madam Leng wanted a grandchild, so she plotted starting from Madam Leng and even paid the doctor about Wen Nuan’s difficulty in conceiving. She wanted to use Madam Leng to make you yield; even if not, it would create rifts between you and Wen Nuan, and over ti, the rifts would deepen and lead to separation."
Leng Ye! Ji Wei!
Leng Yan’s fists clenched tightly, seeing there truly was a close connection between those two.
"And that night?" Leng Yan’s face was dark, his eyes flashing with a glimr of hatred.
The incident of him appearing under Tong Xi’s building with Ji Wei, what exactly happened, he still hadn’t figured out, and it had been gnawing at his heart for a long ti.
"I’m not entirely sure about what happened because I really didn’t know Ji Wei went to find you that day. But..." Xiao Liu paused slightly, looking at his cold gaze, lowered her head timidly, and said weakly:
"Nothing happened between you and Ji Wei. I overheard Ji Wei on the phone with Young Master Ye, saying your drink that day was spiked with sleeping pills, and you slept very soundly, unable to do anything."
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