Those people immediately went to grab Wen Yan.
Suddenly, a hurried car horn pierced the eardrums from not far away.
Everyone was startled and turned to look, only to see a Wuling Hongguang speeding towards them, showing no signs of slowing down.
"Damn, is he crazy!"
Everyone, scared, dodged out of the way.
The car sped on, heading straight for Li Mengyao and her mother.
Both of their legs went weak, and it was too late to dodge.
Terrified, they suddenly knelt on the ground. The next moment, the car stopped less than five centimeters away from them. They watched the car's front, and a foul odor gradually filled the air.
Everyone saw a puddle of yellow on the ground.
Immediately, they felt a bit disgusted.
The car door opened.
From the driver's seat, a man stepped out.
His handsome, stern face was cold. He swept his gaze around, finally landing on Wen Yan, and said indifferently, "Get in."
Leng Xunze!
Wen Yan's emotions churned within her.
She never expected Leng Xunze to show up.
They hadn't been in contact for a long time, and she thought he had forgotten her.
"Okay."
With a choked sob, Wen Yan got into the car with her mother.
As they were about to leave, everyone finally reacted, realizing they couldn't let Wen Yan go.
"Stop them!" Auntie shouted even louder.
But Leng Xunze drove like a madman. Even with people in front of him, he didn't slow down. Everyone's desire to stop them immediately vanished.
After all, nothing was more important than their lives, right?
Inside the car, Wen Yan glanced at Leng Xunze.
A few days had passed, and the man seemed even more dashing.
Her heart, however, felt a pang of sadness.
"Thank you, but why are you here?"
"I went to your company to find you today and didn't see you. Someone said you went home, so I came to take a look," he said indifferently.
He actually came to find her himself?
"...Thank you." Wen Yan pursed her lips and added, "My mother is out of the Li family now. Let's take her to a hotel first."
Mother Wen immediately said, "I don't need to. I'll stay at the hospital. Zi Yu's room is big and spacious, can't it accommodate me?"
"But staying at the hospital is so uncomfortable."
"It's fine. Besides, doesn't that room look like a private suite rather than a hospital room? And I can take care of Zi Yu there." Mother Wen genuinely felt it was a good arrangement.
Wen Yan couldn't argue, so she agreed.
Leng Xunze then drove Mother Wen to the hospital and accompanied Wen Yan to visit Wen Ziyu in his room for a while.
During this time, Wen Yan quietly left to have the doctor examine the substance on the towel.
Then she returned.
"Where did you go?" Leng Xunze stared at her.
"Nowhere."
She didn't want him to worry anymore.
It was already eight o'clock. Mother Wen urged them to leave, and the two went downstairs.
With only them left, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
Wen Yan said softly, "Thank you so much today. You should go home. I can go back by myself."
"I'll take you," the man's deep voice left no room for argument.
Wen Yan had no choice but to get into the car.
"By the way, did you come to see me today for something specific?" Wen Yan suddenly remembered.
As she said this, she noticed Leng Xunze's expression was not quite right.
"What's wrong?" Wen Yan immediately worried.
"Nothing, just a bit of a stomachache."
A stomachache is not just a pain; it can be agonizing.
Wen Yan was surprised, "How did you get a stomachache? Did you have it before?"
"Perhaps I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to cook," he said casually, but his handsome brows were furrowed, indicating how uncomfortable he was. Wen Yan's heart ached with him. "You really are something. Your health is the most important thing. No matter how busy you are, you can't neglect your body. Have you eaten?"
When the man shook his head in denial, Wen Yan felt both angry and heartbroken.
"Let's eat somewhere nearby."
"I don't really like eating out; it's not very hygienic."
That was a valid point.
"Then, shall I cook for you when we get back?"
Leng Xunze looked at her, and his silence was a tacit agreement.
The car drove back.
Returning home, Wen Yan still felt a little nervous, along with some inexplicable emotions. When she opened the refrigerator, she was speechless. The way things were put away was exactly the same as before; nothing had changed. He really didn't cook at home!
Since he was hungry and couldn't make a big meal, Wen Yan efficiently made some noodles.
They were ready in about ten minutes, served with a mouth-watering aroma.
Leng Xunze glanced at them, his appetite immediately piqued. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.
Watching him devour the noodles, Wen Yan felt a pang of sympathy; he must have been starving.
She gave him half of her own bowl of noodles.
"You're really something, not taking care of yourself. Work is important, but is it more important than your health?" Wen Yan couldn't help but scold him a little.
Leng Xunze looked up from his bowl and said softly, "Before, you used to cook for me."
His dark eyes looked at her with an inexplicable emotion, a hint of wronged accusation.
Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, and a mix of heartache and guilt washed over her.
As his wife, it was natural for her to cook for him...
He was a rough man, only knowing how to work, how could he cook?
It was indeed her fault.
"How about this then? From now on, you can buy breakfast. I'll bring you lunch, and you can cook something simple for yourself in the evening. I'll make extra for you at noon," Wen Yan proposed.
"Aren't you working? How will you deliver it?"
"I can ride my bike to the construction site to find you. We also have a break at noon."
"No need. Just leave it with your doorman, and I'll find a delivery person to pick it up. It's only a few yuan," Leng Xunze suggested.
Wen Yan thought this was a good arrangement.
However... she would miss seeing him at noon, which made her feel a little disappointed.
After they finished eating, Leng Xunze, as usual, went to wash the dishes. Wen Yan stood by the kitchen door, watching him. As he moved, the muscles in his arms became more defined and fluid, and his broad, strong back was visible.
Although he was not talkative and had a reserved personality, he was also very considerate and gave her a sense of security.
She longed to hug him.
Wen Yan lowered her eyes, her nose stinging.
"I'm going home now," she said softly.
Turning towards the door, the man finished washing the last bowl and said, "I'll take you."
"...Okay."
The night was cool, and the biting wind made one shiver.
As they reached the ground floor, Leng Xunze suddenly said, "The car belongs to a friend of mine. He should have driven it away by now."
"Oh... it's okay. I can just ride my bike back."
"It looks like it's going to rain. Are you sure you want to ride back by yourself?" Leng Xunze gazed at her, his voice deep and warm, with a hint of seduction. "If you catch a cold, you won't be able to work tomorrow."
Wen Yan stared at him blankly, "That's true..."
"Don't go?"
"Alright."
And so, in a daze, she followed Leng Xunze back. They lay on the same bed again, but the atmosphere was not awkward, as Leng Xunze quickly fell asleep.
His soft snores were not bothersome; instead, they brought a strange sense of security. Wen Yan glanced at him, instinctively snuggled closer, and felt his warm body before peacefully falling asleep.
The next morning, she woke up.
Wen Yan opened her eyes and saw a handsome face. Startled, she remembered she had stayed the night. She was now completely in the man's embrace.
The man was still asleep.
His handsome, stern features were now much softer, and his thick, dark eyelashes cast a shadow.
Wen Yan's fingers subconsciously traced his features, gliding over his high nose bridge, and slowly landing on his lips. His lips were not thin but full, as if coated with strawberry juice. Her gaze lingered, and as if compelled by an unseen force, she leaned towards his lips...