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Chapter 91: If I Died

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: If I Died

Leng Yan...

As the new president of Qingcheng Entertainment, he was here today to visit the set and reward everyone, and happened to witness this scene.

"If death can prove my love for you, prove my innocence, then I am willing to walk the path to the underworld alone."

Ji Wei continued speaking, tears finally bursting forth as she leaned her neck towards the knot made of white silk.

Of course, the suicide didn’t succeed because the Emperor never intended for her to die. He simply couldn’t openly defy the Empress Dowager and was secretly investigating.

Yet, Ji Wei’s performance was still full of emotion. Especially when she held the Emperor and wept bitterly, even the usually carefree Tong Xi couldn’t help but wipe away tears.

Only Leng Yan glanced at it briefly before looking away, standing up and turning to leave.

"Young Master Leng said he’s treating us tonight, everyone get ready to head out," the director ordered, and the cast immediately cheered.

The banquet was lavish, and as the leading lady of the company, Ji Wei naturally ended up at the same table with Leng Yan. When the phone vibrated, Leng Yan glanced at the number, smiled slightly, and walked out.

Ji Wei paused momentarily, slightly tilting the wine in her glass, spilling a few drops on her clothes. She smiled and said she was going to deal with it, following Leng Yan out.

In the corridor, Leng Yan smiled into the phone, "Finally taking the initiative to call me?"

"Yan..."

In the bedroom of the villa, Wen Nuan’s fingers gently stroked her belly, sweat beading on her forehead, her voice weak.

"What’s wrong?"

It wasn’t her usual playful and joyful tone; she seemed to be enduring something, and Leng Yan’s voice instantly tensed.

His intuition told him something was very wrong with Wen Nuan.

"My stomach hurts, Yan, when you come back from the gathering, could you bring me some ginger red sugar?" Wen Nuan was gritting her teeth from the pain.

Xiao Mi was off today, and Sister Ping had a last-minute situation at home, so Wen Nuan sent her back. Being alone at home, she found eating uninteresting and had only had some cold drinks before trying to sleep, not expecting to feel pain as soon as she lay down.

She struggled to the kitchen to look, but there was no sign of ginger red sugar. She had a strong aversion to taking medicine, so her only option was to call Leng Yan.

"Drink some hot water first, I’ll be right back."

Leng Yan quickly hung up the phone and started walking out, a hand reaching out from the hallway nook to tightly grip his wrist.

He glanced at the owner of the hand and forcefully shook it off, only for his other hand to be grasped.

Frowning at Ji Wei standing in front of him, he sneered, "Move aside!"

"Listen to me about three years ago, will you? Yan..."

Ji Wei held his hand tightly, her beautiful face filled with deep pleading.

"I said I’m not interested," Leng Yan gritted his teeth.

He was curious but truly didn’t want to listen. It’s been three years; it was all in the past.

Besides...

He understood his own heart, which was now slowly welcoming another woman.

Having finally felt moved again, he didn’t want to let go. Yes, he didn’t want to trust in love again. However, he was conflicted about taking one more gamble.

"Yan, just give me five minutes, only five minutes, okay?" Ji Wei stretched out her arms to block him, tears in her eyes, pleading softly.

She couldn’t just watch him fall for the once-detested Wen Nuan; he was hers, her first love, the person she still loved now.

"I’m sorry, my wife is unwell, and I need to check on her. I have no time to spare for you," Leng Yan glanced at her coldly, stepping around her to leave.

He had no time to listen to her ramble about three years ago; Nuannuan was unwell, and he was worried. Besides buying ginger red sugar, he also needed to get her some medicine.

"Do you care about her that much?" Ji Wei’s heart quivered, clenching her fists tightly, "Then if I died, would you even feel a bit of pain?"

Leng Yan’s thick brows furrowed slightly, then he laughed coldly, "Ji Wei, you’re too immersed in your role and haven’t snapped out of it, have you?"

The last words were exactly her lines from the afternoon shoot, weren’t they?

"Yan, is it only if I die that you’ll believe my departure three years ago was my most helpless and pained decision..."