"Why won’t you believe , Leng Yan, I really didn’t do it."
Wen Nuan’s eyes were filled with helpless sorrow and anger, tears brimming as she stared at him, her voice low and sobbing: "Why won’t you believe ?"
"Stop your tears, I warn you, don’t cry in front of again!"
Those large teardrops, shining like pearls under the light, were truly pitiful to see. But to him, it was a mockery!
Looking at her large, crystalline tears, he saw Ji Wei’s pitiful, tear-streaked face...
Whenever she was wronged, Ji Wei loved to cry in his arms...
"No crying, do you hear !" he growled with hatred, quickly flipping through and putting on a set of clothes. Then grabbing the phone thrown on the bedside table, Leng Yan turned and left.
"Leng Yan..."
His coldness made her suddenly feel like she’d lost him forever, her heart seemingly missing a piece, Wen Nuan instinctively reached to grasp his hand.
"Let go!"
He shouted with disgust, his eyes like so kind of beast’s, shining with a frightening light. He forcefully shook off her hand, and the phone flew straight out, landing squarely on Wen Nuan’s forehead...
"Ah—" Nuannuan gasped, reaching up to cover her forehead, the tears she had just held back flowing out again, besides that, there was so crimson liquid flowing down from her forehead...
The pain was overwhelming...
Her forehead, her heart, everywhere was filled with the taste of pain, all bleeding.
But the one on her forehead was real. The one in her heart, however, was silent.
Wen Nuan stupidly watched the liquid flowing down, her head spinning, her limbs cold, her body going limp.
She passed out at the sight of blood...
Having always only fainted at the sight of others, she didn’t expect, seeing her own forehead, perhaps from excessive fright, perhaps from weakness due to not eating dinner, she passed out just like that.
"..."
Leng Yan obviously didn’t expect such a consequence, thinking she was acting again. Taking out the dicine box, he berated with disgust: "Don’t think you can keep this way, get up and take the dicine... Wen Nuan, get up! Quickly get up for !"
The dicine was ready, yet she still "lay" on the bed unmoving. Leng Yan couldn’t help but shout again, but his voice grew lower and even with a slight tremor: "Wen Nuan... wake up, wake up!"
Her face was pale, cold sweat on her forehead, the blood staining the white duvet was startling to see.
Leng Yan’s heartbeat secretly skipped a beat.
He picked up the phone still stained with blood, ignoring to wipe it.
"Uncle Chen, where are you right now? Co to my villa imdiately..."
Uncle Chen happened to be nearby. After hanging up the phone, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully wiping her blood with a cotton ball, then applied so dicinal powder. Yet she still didn’t wake up, looking at her pale little face, he recalled Ji Wei being sick and hospitalized, and how he stayed by her side, his heart felt like a thorn, suddenly piercing deep into it.
He couldn’t help but turn his face away, not looking at her anymore. Clenching his fist, he walked to the window, lighting a cigarette.
Ji Wei was coming back...
His mind was full of her image, even losing his sanity.
"Ji Wei!"
Though the cigarette was lit, he didn’t take a single puff, until it burnt his fingers, he finally ca back from those distant mories.
Taking out his phone, he dialed a number.
"I agree to invest in Qingcheng Entertainnt Company as Manager Wu suggested, but I have a condition..."
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