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Chapter 135: Going Home

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Going Home

However, as his voice dropped, Wen Nuan was already inside the restaurant, the door closed, and Leng Yan’s voice disappeared outside.

Ji Wei’s hand trembled slightly, and the phone almost slipped from her hand.

On the other end of the phone, she surprisingly heard him calling Wen Nuan’s name.

She didn’t know what he was doing, but hearing that name, it pierced her ears.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, taking a deep breath, she softly called: "Yan..."

"...Ji Wei, is there something you need?"

The familiar voice in the receiver drew back his thoughts, he asked softly, while his eyes stared unblinkingly at the spot by the window inside the restaurant.

Tan Qing and Wen Nuan had already sat down, the waiter came to take the order, the two of them joked about something and handed the menu to the waiter. Tan Qing said a few things to Wen Nuan with a smile, then quickly got up, off to do something unknown.

Leng Yan watched Tan Qing’s departing figure, gripping the phone more tightly.

His nonchalant tone brought a wave of pain to Ji Wei’s heart, biting her lip: "I’ll be back this afternoon."

"Oh." Leng Yan replied simply, watching as Tan Qing returned with a tray carrying several ice creams, Wen Nuan’s face instantly blossomed into a smile, deepening the black lines on his forehead.

Is going on a date with Tan Qing that enjoyable?!

He clenched his jaw tightly, forgetting there was still someone speaking on the other end of the phone.

"Yan, if you’re busy, I’ll hang up then."

Leng Yan’s casual tone made Ji Wei’s headache worsen, pinching her arm, she suddenly let out a gasp, her voice laced with pain brought Leng Yan sharply back to the moment.

"Ji Wei, what’s wrong with you?" he hurriedly asked, his eyes filled with a tense expression: "Is it the wound?"

He had been so focused on watching Wen Nuan and Tan Qing just now, he had forgotten to ask if her wound had healed. In that moment, he felt very ashamed.

Looking at the well-bandaged wrist and the faint red mark from the pinch on her arm. Ji Wei’s voice was slightly weak: "Carelessly sprained my wrist a bit, Xiao Liu’s bandaging skills are too poor, but I’m too afraid to find a professional doctor to do it."

"Ji Wei, I’m sorry." Leng Yan imagined Ji Wei’s helpless face, sighing.

It’s all his fault, if he had listened to her three years ago, she wouldn’t have desperately tried to prove herself by attempting suicide. Every time he thought of this, his heart would ache with guilt.

"Silly, no need to apologize to me, my injury is almost healed, when I get back, just help me bandage it a couple more times, and it’ll be fine."

Leaning back comfortably on the chair, Ji Wei’s lips curled into a smile. She just knew, he still cared about her.

Silly...

Leng Yan’s heart was touched.

It’s been a long time since he heard this term, it was when they were lovers. They would call each other like this, without a trace of insult, just pure intimacy.

Pinching his forehead, Leng Yan suppressed the emotions that were just rising, and walked into the restaurant.

Tan Qing had returned, sitting back across from Wen Nuan, seeing the bit of ice cream on the back of her hand, he took a napkin, gently holding Wen Nuan’s hand, intending to wipe it off for her. Wen Nuan was startled, just about to pull her hand back, when she saw something, her heart skipped a beat.

Leng Yan!

How did he get here? Seeing the anger in his eyes, Wen Nuan’s body trembled, quickly withdrawing her hand from Tan Qing’s grasp.

Tan Qing followed Wen Nuan’s gaze and looked back, a perplexing feeling surged to his head.

Instinct told him, Leng Yan was here for Wen Nuan. However, their relationship didn’t seem to be just neighbors as Leng Yan claimed.

Her reaction was so intense, could it be the person she mentioned earlier was Leng Yan?

This must be the source of her unhappiness, after all, Leng Yan is married. Wen Nuan falling in love with him is destined to be fruitless, hence her unhappiness and tears?

Wen Nuan stood frozen, watching Leng Yan walk towards her, momentarily forgetting to react, until she came back to her senses, realizing her wrist was held painfully tight, and she was pulled up from her seat unprepared.

"Home!" he suppressed the boiling rage, growling lowly. His gaze moved from her to Tan Qing, full of warning and anger.