Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around!
Chapter 24: Sew a Burlap Sack for Him to Wear

Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Sew a Burlap Sack for Him to Wear

Maybe she could... make another one for him in the same style.

But, would he accept it?

Wen Nuan looked at the phone thrown on the sofa, stared at the long string of numbers in the phone book, her pretty face tangled in thought.

She knew his name was Tan Qing, but she hadn’t saved his name.

He was just someone she met by chance. After returning his shirt, she didn’t think she’d have a chance to meet him again.

Should I call? Would he yell at me in anger?

Sigh—

Wen Nuan let out a long sigh, put the phone on the small coffee table, propped her chin up, and stared at the black silk shirt in a daze. Then she picked up the phone again, bit her lower lip, and dialed Tan Qing’s number.

Tan Qing gave her the impression that he wasn’t a stingy man, at least much easier to get along with than Leng Yan. So, she decided to call him.

"Why isn’t he answering?"

Listening to the music ringtone on the other end, Wen Nuan muttered softly to herself, feeling anxious inside.

"...I’ll take a call, excuse me for a moment."

In a luxurious hotel suite, Tan Qing was socializing. Seeing the number on the phone, his slender eyes curved into an alluring smile as he stepped out of the room. He found a quiet place, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and pressed the answer button.

"Little Nuannuan, miss me?"

Just as she was considering whether to hang up, his flirtatious voice passed through the receiver, and Wen Nuan couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

This playboy!

She really wanted to hang up, but she felt so guilty now, she didn’t dare do that.

Wen Nuan forced a laugh: "Um... Mr. Tan..."

"Why so formal? Just call me Qing." Tan Qing interrupted her with a smile.

Qing?

Nuannuan felt like biting someone again; she deliberately ignored Tan Qing’s words and sincerely said, "I want to discuss something with you."

"Hmm?"

Tan Qing leaned against the corridor wall, occasionally, hotel waiters passed by; just looking at him made their hearts race. He smiled slightly, his mind focused on the other end of the call, his eyes filled with lazy teasing: "Is little Nuannuan asking me out? Alright, you can decide the time and place."

Like hell I’d want to date you, would you die if you weren’t narcissistic? She pinched her arm hard, forcing herself not to flare up. "I really have something to talk to you about, your clothes..."

She hesitated for a moment, lowering her head to look at the black silk shirt still laid on the floor, growing more anxious.

"Did you ruin the shirt in the wash?" Tan Qingjun’s face was carefree, but his voice pretended to be tense: "Oh no, how did that happen? Little Nuannuan, you did promise it wouldn’t get ruined in the wash."

"I didn’t ruin it in the wash, a dog tore it up."

Wen Nuan felt her heart about to leap out; she thought for sure the person on the other end would be furious, and hurriedly said: "I’m sorry, I know it’s my fault. I thought of a way to make up for it, could you hear me out?"

"How will you make up for it?"

Tan Qing held back his laughter, his calm voice carried solemnity, but his bewitching smiling eyes were full of interest.

Torn by a dog and still fixable? Was the little girl thinking of just stitching it up and sending it over?

"I want to make you a brand new identical one." Wen Nuan gathered her courage, emphasizing the words "identical" with extra force.

Didn’t he say there wasn’t a second one like it in the world? Then she’d make one, and that should earn his forgiveness, right?

"Pfft..."

Tan Qing couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Little Nuannuan is just too cute. She can make clothes? Planning to sew a sack for him to wear? Hahaha—

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