As she spoke, she walked out of the hall.
Wen Shihao's eyes blazed with anger upon hearing this, "This is infuriating!"
Wen Yan walked out of the courtyard, feeling a bit wronged. She had long since given up any hope for Wen Shihao.
Now, only her mother could be her reliance.
She composed herself and returned to her rented apartment.
As soon as Wen Qing sat on the sofa, her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID and answered, "Mr. Leng, what's wrong?"
Leng Xunze's expression shifted slightly upon hearing Wen Yan's somewhat tired voice. He said indifferently, "How is your learning of ancient Chinese styling coming along? The project is about to commence."
"Almost there," Wen Yan said, standing up.
Leng Xunze frowned slightly and said, "That's all. I'm hanging up."
Wen Yan suddenly remembered something and said, "Thank you for what you did last night."
He knew exactly what she was referring to. Leng Xunze's voice was calm, "I just couldn't stand the Wang family's arrogance."
Wen Yan smiled, "Thank you anyway. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."
Leng Xunze didn't respond. "I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye."
Wen Yan hummed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Thinking of Leng Xunze's words, she still felt a pang of bitterness.
After coming out of the bathroom, she lay on the bed, ready to rest.
Meanwhile.
Leng Xunze sat on the sofa, reading documents, but his attention was unfocused.
He thought of Wen Yan's weak voice and felt a sense of unease.
Leng Xunze put the documents aside, put on his clothes, left the hall, and drove away from the villa.
Why was her voice so weak? Was she sick?
As he was contemplating this, he suddenly received a call from Song Na. "Is something wrong?"
Song Na asked softly, "Xunze, why did you help Wen Yan?"
Leng Xunze gripped the steering wheel, his brow furrowing. "What, do you have an opinion?"
Song Na was momentarily choked. She bit her lip and asked, "Xunze, do you like her?"
She knew exactly what kind of person Leng Xunze was.
He would never help someone for no reason, especially a woman.
Leng Xunze sounded impatient. "Who I like is none of your business. I can overlook what you did out of consideration for our families' relationship, but if you target Wen Yan again, don't say I didn't warn you."
Hearing this, Song Na felt heartbroken. "Xunze, is our relationship not as important as Wen Yan!"
She couldn't understand it. She was the talented daughter of the Song family, and in terms of education and talent, she still couldn't compare to that woman.
Leng Xunze said coldly, "If it weren't for our friendship, do you think you'd still be on the phone with me?"
With that, he hung up.
Half an hour later.
Leng Xunze parked his car and knocked on Wen Yan's door.
Wen Yan was groggily asleep when she suddenly heard a knock. She opened her eyes, put on her slippers, and cautiously went to the door. "Who is it?"
Leng Xunze said, "It's me. Open the door."
Hearing Leng Xunze's voice, she opened the door with some confusion and asked the man, "Mr. Leng, what brings you here so late?"
Leng Xunze looked her over and took a step forward, placing his hand on Wen Yan's forehead. He didn't feel a fever.
Wen Yan was stunned by the man's sudden action. She looked at Leng Xunze, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.
"You..."
Before Wen Yan could finish speaking, Leng Xunze removed his hand. "You're not sick? Why did you sound so weak?"
Wen Yan heard this and suddenly remembered how tired she had looked sitting on the sofa earlier. Just because of one of her actions, this man had come over late at night.
Thinking of this, a warmth spread through her heart. She explained, "I'm not sick, I just felt a bit tired."
Seeing this, Leng Xunze's eyes deepened. He looked at the woman he longed for, feeling an urge to embrace her. Then, remembering something, he said calmly, "Get some rest early."
With that, he turned to leave.
It was strange. Perhaps he had truly fallen in love with this woman. Her every move tugged at his heartstrings.
Wen Yan watched his retreating back. "Mr. Leng, thank you."
Leng Xunze stopped and turned to look at her. "No need. I just didn't want you to get sick and delay the project's progress."
He got back into his car and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Wen Yan's heart wavered. She had wanted to stay away from him before, but now, seeing Leng Xunze rush over because of one of her unintentional actions, she truly couldn't help but be moved.
Considering the vast gap between them, she suppressed this thought.
Only by her leaving him could he have no weaknesses.
They were people from two different worlds.
Wen Yan watched the car drive away before returning to her room.
Her heart was filled with a bitter ache.
The next morning.
As soon as Wen Yan got up, she received a call from her mother. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Li Qiuyun said anxiously, "Yan Yan, something's happened at the flower shop. Hurry over."
Wen Yan's face changed drastically. "Mom, I'm coming right away."
She hung up, quickly washed up, and left the room without even eating breakfast.
Wen Yan took a taxi to the flower shop and saw Li Qiuyun sitting sadly at the entrance. The shop was closed, and people around were pointing and whispering, "It's her. I heard she sold fake flowers. This shop probably can't stay open."
"Selling fake flowers? How dishonest. I heard the customer needed them urgently."
"Didn't they say they didn't take any money? This deal was a loss."
Wen Yan ignored the gossiping women nearby and quickly walked to Li Qiuyun's side. "Mom, what happened?"
Li Qiuyun looked up and saw Wen Yan. She grabbed Wen Yan's hand and cried, "Yan Yan, they're saying I sold fake flowers, but I never did. Now they won't let me open the shop."
Wen Yan heard this and comforted her, "Mom, don't cry. There's always a solution. Give me the customer's phone number, and I'll ask about the situation."
She had a feeling something was amiss.
Her mother would never sell fake flowers, and even if she did, it wouldn't be enough to prevent her from opening the shop.
Li Qiuyun took out her phone, found the customer, and showed it to her. "Yan Yan, it's this person."
Wen Yan looked at the number, her brow furrowed. The Wang family, what a coincidence. She dialed the number. "Hello, is this Mr. Wang?"
A middle-aged man's voice came through. "Who is this?"
Wen Yan introduced herself. "My name is Wen Yan. Did you buy fake flowers from Li Qiuyun?"
The middle-aged man paused, his teeth itching with hatred. "That's right."
"Mr. Wang, may I see the fake flowers you bought from Li Qiuyun? If they are indeed fake, I will compensate you ten times your loss." Wen Yan guessed the man's intention but didn't expose it.
The middle-aged man's voice was stern. "Miss Wen, do you think I would keep fake flowers? Besides, your ten times compensation is worthless to me."
Wen Yan's tone was calm. "You have other intentions."