Chapter 295: Chapter 292: Despite Hating Him So Much
Wen Nuan was momentarily startled, then shook her head. She looked at Tan Qing, telling him earnestly: "Tan Qing, don’t waste your feelings on me. Even if you don’t love Qu Min, there are many other girls you can choose from."
"Do you still love him?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave. Tan Qing gently asked from behind her.
"Yes."
Her steps faltered for a moment but she didn’t stop, just walked slowly: "I really want to forget, but I just can’t manage it."
The sky had gradually darkened, and she was standing under a tree. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but no one would notice.
After that incident, she didn’t know how many times she’d resolved to forget, yet she couldn’t.
She never knew that her first love at seventeen would leave such a deep impression.
The humbleness of love, she resented her own stubbornness. She even considered listening to Tong Xi and trying to love Tan Qing. But she couldn’t; she liked Tan Qing in the way you like and admire a friend, but it was difficult to fall in love with him.
By saying these words, she was expressing her own feelings and hoping Tan Qing would choose someone else to love.
Tan Qing let out a long sigh in his heart, watching her lonely figure: "Don’t be in a hurry to leave; I have a few words I want to say."
"Okay." Using the back of her hand to dry her tears, leaning against a railing, Wen Nuan lowered her head slightly and looked at her toes.
She knew Tan Qing was a kind person, no matter what he said or did, it was for her own good.
Tan Qing walked over, standing by her side while maintaining a distance of several centimeters.
Before speaking, a bitter smile had already appeared on his lips.
He didn’t know if what he was doing was right. Maybe by doing this, his chance of winning Wen Nuan would become almost zero.
But seeing her in pain, his heart wouldn’t feel good either. If he didn’t tell her, he would despise himself inwardly.
After gazing at the streets of Milan, lit by early evening lights, for a while, he finally turned to her, dried her tear-stained face with his long fingers, and after a low sigh, dropped a bombshell:
"Leng Yan is in Milan."
"Tan Qing..."
Wen Nuan’s body jolted with shock, she looked at him incredulously as if she couldn’t understand his words.
"It’s true, I passed by the airport this afternoon, and I... saw him."
This afternoon, when he saw that tall, elegant man, he was quite surprised. To prove he wasn’t mistaken, he hired a taxi to follow the man and saw clearly outside a hotel.
It was indeed Leng Yan, no doubt about it, absolutely certain.
Wen Nuan remained silent for a long time... Leng Yan had actually come to Milan?
"I know where he’s staying, Nuannuan, do you want to go see him?" Releasing her hand, he looked seriously at her: "If you want, I’ll take you there."
"Why would he come here?"
Although the Leng Family’s fashion industry had gained fame recently, it still didn’t compare with MT. They weren’t invited to this fashion show.
Could it be...
Her heart trembled with excitement, the answer was on the tip of her tongue but she dared not say it.
"He must have come to find you." Tan Qing’s lips curved gently, smiling with some heartache.
It was because he had seen Leng Yan that he asked Wen Nuan earlier, wanting to see if there was any hope.
If Leng Yan could pursue Wen Nuan here, he must really love her. And Wen Nuan had just admitted, she couldn’t forget Leng Yan.
Rather than watching her suffer, he wanted to give her a choice.
"I don’t know."
Wen Nuan suddenly remembered that her phone was still off. She took it out, looked at the dark screen, placed her finger on the power button, closed her eyes tightly, and turned it on.
Messages poured in, each vibrating Tan Qing’s heart, with a kind of heartbreak mixed with relief.
He didn’t need to look to know who they were from.
Turning slightly away, gazing at the rising new moon, he asked softly: "They’re from him, aren’t they?"
"Mm." Wen Nuan nodded, one message after another, and a missed call every day. All from him.
When she called Wen Qingyan and Tong Xi, she used the hotel phone. That’s why they didn’t call her cell phone.
Leng Yan had asked for the hotel number, but she didn’t respond.
Strangely, she hadn’t received a call or message from him today.
It had been four hours since Tan Qing saw him.
Today, her phone only showed an Italian number, perhaps a wrong call.
"Did he call you today?" Tan Qing asked when she didn’t speak for a long time.
Wen Nuan shook her head, holding her phone tightly, uncharacteristically not turning it off: "No, Tan Qing, let’s go back."
"Maybe..."
Seeing her disappointed expression, Tan Qing hesitated: "Maybe I really did see wrong."
He somewhat regretted telling Wen Nuan the news, having witnessed the uncontainable joy in her shocked gaze when she heard Leng Yan had come to Milan. But now her eyes reflected a certain sadness.
"Maybe."
Wen Nuan nodded, tightening her grip around her phone again and again.
Tan Qing wouldn’t make a mistake!
She didn’t understand why she was so certain, but why hadn’t he called her? She couldn’t figure it out.
The last message he sent said he missed her very much.
Did he come all the way to Milan, yet not want to see her?
The night in Milan was so beautiful it made one reluctant to sleep.
Wen Nuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room, gazing at the night sky, clutching the phone tightly.
Since returning from Tan Qing, the phone remained within her grasp, not turned off.
Annoyance and anxiety rooted like wild grass in her heart, growing madly.
She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She missed him so much, the phone felt like a string connecting them. She longed for him to tug it, so she could see him clearly once more.
Knowing her own lack of fortitude, she still couldn’t suppress the feeling. She hadn’t seen his face, hadn’t heard his voice in all these days, and that yearning surged all at once, tightly binding her. She couldn’t describe it, it was stifling, fearful, yet full of anticipation.
"Nuannuan." After a soft knock, Lin Xue entered, placing some food on the coffee table, then hugging her shoulders from behind: "Are you waiting for a call from Young Master Leng?"
"Master." Wen Nuan grasped her phone tightly, unsure of what to say.
Lin Xue sighed, "I heard from Young Master Tan, maybe it really was a mistake."
"Master, he hasn’t sent me a single message today." Wen Nuan turned around, looking at Lin Xue with some distress, bitterly tugging her lips: "Master, do you think I’m being cowardly, not seeing love with enough detachment? I wanted to divorce, but when he begged, I softened. These days, I’ve actually been thinking about him all the time, especially after hearing Tan Qing say he’s in Milan, I can’t control myself. I know I shouldn’t be like this..."
Her tears flowed freely, quickly covering her face, "I don’t want to forgive him, I clearly hate him..."