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Chapter 126: Leng Yan is Inferior to a Horse

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Leng Yan is Inferior to a Horse

Tong Xi’s voice made Wen Nuan’s eardrums buzz.

She saw Lin Xue looking out with some concern and hurriedly said, "Xixi, I’m asking you to do this for me, don’t say anything for now. Aren’t you going out of town for filming tomorrow? I’ll tell you everything when you come back."

"What’s going on, just tell me now, Nuannuan." Tong Xi stomped her foot in frustration, "What kind of bullshit first love is this? Who are you fooling? Leng Yan has always been indifferent to her. If it really was a first love, then it’s one that got hurt. Even a good horse wouldn’t return to the same pasture, and Leng Yan is even less than a horse?"

"Xixi, let’s talk about it when you come back. Just remember to keep this a secret, alright? I won’t talk to you anymore, my mentor is waiting for me."

Wen Nuan sighed helplessly in her heart and turned off the phone.

Leng Yan wanted her to go back early, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to go home early, nor did she want to take his call.

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"Young Madam..."

"Shh, quiet!"

As soon as Wen Nuan entered the villa, Xiao Mi greeted her, only to be hushed by her.

Leng Yan’s car was parked downstairs, and she didn’t want to see him.

"Has the Young Master gone to sleep?" She quietly changed into a pair of slippers and asked in a low voice, her eyes looking upstairs.

It was already close to midnight. She had dinner with her mentor at nine thirty. After they parted, she didn’t go straight home. Instead, she went to an ice cream shop, ate six ice creams, and wandered around a square for a long time, estimating that he should be asleep before heading back. Just now outside, she saw the lights off on the second floor and only then went inside.

"The Young Master came home very early, went into his room without eating, and hasn’t come out since. He should be asleep by now." Xiao Mi said uncertainly, looking at Wen Nuan, "Young Madam, do you want me to call him down to eat something?"

"No need, Xiao Mi, you go to sleep too."

Wen Nuan shook her head.

Don’t call! Let him eat if he wants to!

Since he’s connected with Leng Yan, then there’s not a penny’s relation left with her!

She won’t care about him anymore, nor will she be hurt by him ever again.

She’s just waiting for him to lay it out and divorce.

Early in the morning, she got up early, washed up in the guest room, and changed into the clothes she had prepared to wear since yesterday morning. As she passed by the master bedroom, she couldn’t help but glance at it. The door was tightly shut. She shook her head bitterly, forced herself to smile, and then quickly walked downstairs.

Sister Ping was preparing breakfast and was slightly surprised to see her, "Young Madam, not sleeping a little longer?"

"No need, I have to go to the company early today." Wen Nuan smiled at Sister Ping, took the keys, and went to start the car.

Actually, there was no need to go early, but she’d rather stay at the company than in a space where he breathes.

Afraid that breathing with him would cause heartache and suffocation, afraid it would make her heart soften once more.

Leng Yan climbed out of bed, and seeing the clothes on himself, he cursed under his breath in annoyance. He hadn’t rested well these days, falling asleep without even taking off his clothes.

What about Wen Nuan?

The bed was neatly made, and there was no sign of her beside him. Leng Yan went to knock on the bathroom door, "Nuannuan... Nuannuan..."

After calling several times with no response, he pushed the door open easily, and inside... it was empty.

Leng Yan’s heart trembled violently, and he quickly walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

"Xiao Mi, where’s the Young Madam?" he shouted in a low voice as he walked. Could it be she didn’t come back?

"The Young Madam left early, she said there was something at the company." Xiao Mi blinked, a little scared of Leng Yan’s expression.

Ice-cold, with a killing intent.