His roughness, she found hard to bear...
In the darkness, the fingers clenched on her shoulders felt a bit damp. He, who despised tears, surprisingly forgot to reprimand her, softening his voice.
Wen Nuan gradually relaxed. That feeling made her despise herself, yet she couldn’t resist...
After a long while of struggle, all of a sudden, ... Wen Nuan’s eyes widened, then she immediately closed them, turning her face to the side.
"I won’t let you bear my child, using the child to cement your position in the Leng Family. It will only be a dream, an impossible dream."
He slowly spoke, his dark pupils still disdainful: "Take it from me, don’t ever mistake my occasional gentleness for love."
By her ear was the sound of his peaceful breathing. He faced away from her, showing none of the gentleness a newlywed husband should show his wife.
Wen Nuan lay on her side, biting her lip to hold back tears, her slender fingers touched a cold object, and her heart trembled violently. She clutched it tightly, biting her lower lip.
She didn’t dare let him see it, afraid he’d take it back and humiliate her.
It was something he inadvertently left behind on the day he helped her.
Unable to find him to return it, she kept it with her. In France, it was always by her side, accompanying her.
How ridiculous, from age seventeen until now, in her youthful, sunny days, her eyes only saw him as the man.
Secretly turning on the lamp, she dazedly gazed at the crystal bear, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
This bear, even a genuine one from the Shi Family, costs only a few hundred bucks. Since it’s a Shi Family imitation, the price is even lower.
As the Second Young Master of the Leng Family, he’s worth over a hundred million. Why would he have such an ordinary item?
Moreover, she felt Leng Yan wasn’t someone who liked to hang things on his phone. For such small items, he certainly wouldn’t care...
A cheerful phone ringtone interrupted her thoughts. Afraid of waking the peacefully sleeping person by her ear, she immediately picked it up, silenced it, and quietly got out of bed, heading to the balcony.
"Why are you calling so late?"
It was already past ten o’clock. She wasn’t used to men calling her at night.
Sitting on a soft sofa, Tan Qing supported his chin with a smile: "Did you forget I said I’d give you an answer?"
Wen Nuan then remembered. Tan Qing had said he’d ask MT’s chief designer if they could make an exception, disregarding her educational background, and only look at her work. Her little face immediately showed some urgency: "What did they say?"
Sipping a glass of red wine, Tan Qing’s brows and eyes showed a bit of puzzlement: "Why is your voice so small? Is there someone beside you?"
"No one," Wen Nuan shook her head.
Raising an eyebrow, Tan Qing asked with interest: "Don’t lie to me, are you with your boyfriend? Girl, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, I don’t have a boyfriend."
She answered without thinking, her eyes subconsciously looking at the sleeping Leng Yan, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
No boyfriend, but she has a husband.
A husband who doesn’t see her as a wife...
"What’s the result? Please tell me quickly?"
Pinching her brow, Wen Nuan masked the bitterness on her face. She wanted to know if she could make it to MT.
She yearned for that company, hoping MT would give her a space to showcase her talents and realize her dreams.
"They agreed. If your work is indeed outstanding, they will consider it," Tan Qing said with calmness, whereas a mysterious excitement welled up inside him.