"Yes, I saw it online." Tong Xi smiled smugly and said, with no small amount of envy, "I said, that man must be your husband, Leng Yan, no way it’s just a nasake. He’s really handso and seems to treat you well. At the contract signing ceremony, so many people urged him to kiss Ji Wei, any other man would have long been unable to resist, making the act real. But look at him, he asked everyone to let him off, saying he’s a married man."
Wen Nuan smiled gently, actually she was just as relieved that Leng Yan didn’t kiss her back then.
"Nuannuan, did you know? Ji Wei never takes the initiative to kiss a man." Finally seeing Wen Nuan, Tong Xi couldn’t stop talking.
"Hmm?" Wen Nuan was taken aback, moving her mouth away from the juice straw.
"I heard gossip too. Three years ago, when Ji Wei was just erging and fild a TV series that had a pretty good response, she got drunk. She said she once loved a man deeply and only ever took the initiative to kiss him. She couldn’t be proactive with other n."
Wen Nuan’s fingers trembled lightly, as if a bug was gnawing at her heart.
Not proactive? But she had clearly seen that day, Ji Wei took the initiative. She rubbed her temple, comforting herself, people change, especially after mixing in the entertainnt industry for a long ti, they learned to act accordingly. Perhaps Ji Wei did that to avoid awkwardness that day.
"Xixi, eat this... try this..."
"Xixi, I’ve been a bit busy these days, in a few days I’ll take you around N City for a good ti."
Wen Nuan brought her thoughts back, focusing intently on being a good host to Tong Xi, laughing and joking, temporarily putting Leng Yan aside.
The whole evening was joyful, Wen Nuan seed to have returned to before the marriage, still the girl who loved to laugh and talk. Helping Tong Xi find a hotel to stay, Wen Nuan then went to get her car and head ho.
"He’s not coming to pick you up?"
Tong Xi felt a little uneasy, as it was late. She thought Leng Yan would co to pick Wen Nuan up.
Wen Nuan was taken aback, a slight bitterness in her heart, but her face still held a smile: "He has sothing tonight, will co ho late."
She hadn’t even called him, and even if she did, so what? How could he possibly co to pick her up?
It was getting late, and Wen Nuan rembered there seed to be a shortcut back to the villa, so she took that road.
Halfway, the car felt off in so way. Wen Nuan instinctively tried to brake, but it hesitated slightly, then heard a "bang——" followed by a loud crash, the car skidded...
"Young Master, you’re back?"
Sister Ping heard the sound of leather shoes and joyfully went out to greet, "Have you eaten?"
"Make so simple porridge." Leng Yan said, his hand resting on his stomach.
Having drunk a lot on an empty stomach, his stomach ailnt flared up.
"Okay, I’ll go right away." Sister Ping headed to the kitchen but was stopped by Leng Yan: "Where’s Wen Nuan? I didn’t see her car in the garage."
Sister Ping said lovingly, "She’s not back yet, called in the evening saying she’d be having dinner with friends, might be late. It’s past ten now, she should be back soon, I’ll call her."
"Sister Ping, I’m already on my way back. It’s just that my tire blew out on the road, I have a spare tire in the car but I can’t change it. Sister Ping, I’m waiting for a tow truck, you don’t have to wait up for ."
The call was on speaker, and Wen Nuan’s voice ca through, usually spirited, was now full of helplessness.
The night was thick and dark, this was a relatively secluded road. She hadn’t seen a car all along, making her feel at a loss.
Leng Yan furrowed his brow slightly, winked at Sister Ping, then whispered, "Ask her where she is now."
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