Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around!
Chapter 138: Don’t Care One More Time

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Don’t Care One More Time

Collapsing onto the bed, the emotions she’d been holding back all along finally burst forth, tears streaming down as she tightly gripped the blanket.

He said he was her husband, so she couldn’t interact too much with Tan Qing. But what about him? Why didn’t he think about the fact that she was his wife? How could he still be entangled with her while going to see Ji Wei?

She hated her own softness, hated that she couldn’t leave resolutely right now!

Even more, she hated that she still loved him!

"Where is she?" Leng Yan entered the room, loosening his shirt buttons, his face exhausted.

"Young Madam went upstairs... to the guest room... and she locked the door..." Sister Ping and Xiao Mi exchanged a worried glance, their voices involuntarily lowering.

It seemed like both Young Madam and Young Master were in a terrible mood. Had they argued?

For the past few days, their relationship had been tense, which had kept the two of them anxious.

Leng Yan’s face suddenly darkened, stretching out his hand towards Sister Ping: "Sister Ping, give me the key."

"The key..." Sister Ping became even more nervous: "Young Madam took the key in advance."

She had wondered earlier why the key was needed, but now she understood that Young Madam was afraid Young Master would use the key to unlock the door and come in.

"SHIT!" Staring at the guest room door where Wen Nuan had stayed for several days, Leng Yan spat out a curse under his breath. He strode upstairs, casting a frown at Sister Ping and Xiao Mi downstairs: "Get cooking!"

Watching Sister Ping and Xiao Mi enter the kitchen, he gently knocked on the door, his voice displeased: "Open the door!"

"No!" Wen Nuan silently retorted in her heart, wiping her tears and sitting on the bed, disinclined to pay attention to him.

"Open the door!" Leng Yan rubbed his temples, his tone shifting to a more forceful one: "You went out to meet a man, and now you think you’re in the right?"

Wen Nuan finally couldn’t help but retort: "Leng Yan, I’m not what you think with Tan Qing!"

What did he mean by meeting a man?

Even if Tan Qing had feelings for her, it was because he didn’t know she was married. But why, when she spoke, did everything come out distorted?

"Hmph!" Leng Yan sneered, "Then what is it? Open the door and explain!"

"Don’t force me to open the door, I won’t. I’ve said it before, Tan Qing is my boss and friend. Believe it or not!" Today she was determined to resist; if he had the guts, he could wait outside. Besides, she had nothing with Tan Qing. In the past, she might have patiently explained, but ever since the incident with Ji Wei, she had decided against explaining anything.

If he wouldn’t explain his affair with Ji Wei, why should she explain her own relationship with Tan Qing?

If he wanted to misunderstand, let him. They were about to break up anyway, so she didn’t care about one more misunderstanding.

"Wen Nuan!"

He had never seen her so strong-willed. Leng Yan felt his anger welling up, but no matter how he pushed her, Wen Nuan wouldn’t open the door.

"Go call her for dinner."

Sitting at the dining table and looking at the spread of dishes, he had no appetite. Leng Yan rubbed his stomach and told Xiao Mi.

It was already two o’clock, and if he didn’t eat past one o’clock, his stomach would start to feel bad. Now he was just enduring it; inside, it was already hurting.

Before long, Xiao Mi came down, looking troubled: "Young Madam says she has no appetite, won’t eat."

"Young Master, you should start eating. I’ll bring some food up to her," Sister Ping said carefully, noticing Leng Yan’s discomfort, knowing his stomach was acting up again.

Leng Yan narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and after a few bites, tossed his chopsticks aside. The noise startled Sister Ping, who was serving food: "Young Master?"

"I’m full."

He spoke lightly, going upstairs and pausing at the guest room door. His dark eyes fixed on the still-closed door, and he let out a cold snort, heading to the bedroom.

Wen Nuan sat on the bed with her knees hugged, hearing the cold snort from outside her door, a bitter smile slowly creeping onto her lips.

Nothing would be explained unless he first told her where he was that day instead of working late.

"Young Madam, please have something to eat." It was Sister Ping’s voice, coming from the guest room door. Leng Yan stood at the bedroom door, stopped in his tracks, leaned his back against the door, and his gaze fixed firmly on the guest room door.