Chapter 437: Chapter 406: At the Wedding, the Ex-Husband Arrives..._2
And today’s groom is the man who once broke off their engagement and then begged her to marry him.
Recalling all of this, how could she not feel like crying and laughing at the same time?
"What did you say?"
The smile that had been plastered on Leng Yan’s face froze instantly upon hearing the neighbor’s words, as if he had turned to stone.
He had been knocking for ages with no response, and out of curiosity, the neighbor came by to investigate, thinking he was there to attend a wedding and told him the address.
"Aren’t you here for the wedding?" The person, a Chinese-American, asked, curiously sizing him up: "Mr. Leng and his fiancée are getting married at the church today. I was invited, but couldn’t attend because I have important guests at home."
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"Second Young Master."
Xiao Liu nervously nudged him: "What should we do?"
"Come with me!" Leng Yan closed his eyes forcefully, slammed his forehead angrily, then grabbed Xiao Liu’s arm and swiftly left.
The taxi driver from earlier was still there, as he was on a call and hadn’t left. Leng Yan forcefully opened the car door and got in with Xiao Liu, sweat streaming down his forehead, his heart pained so much he couldn’t breathe.
His Nuannuan was getting married today, and the groom... wasn’t him!
No!
His heart screamed desperately.
He couldn’t allow Nuannuan to become his sister-in-law, she is his wife, the woman he loves most!
"Nuannuan." Leng Ye anxiously tugged at Wen Nuan’s wedding dress, observing her distant demeanor.
Wen Nuan snapped out of her daze, looking at Leng Ye with some embarrassment.
She had been so absent-minded, she didn’t even know what was supposed to happen next.
The priest shrugged and continued with the words he was reading earlier.
Wen Nuan understood English well, and the priest spoke clearly, so she heard every word distinctly.
He was asking if she was willing to marry Leng Ye and take care of him forever.
Was she willing?
She bit her lower lip, looked down at the beautiful pearls embedded on her pristine wedding dress, gave a bitter smile, and when she looked up again, she masked her pain, her beautiful face full of happiness.
"I ..."
The voice was crisp, like a pearl dropped on a jade plate, but only one word was uttered. The word "do" was stuck in her throat.
A voice interrupted everything, so familiar it filled the winter air with bitterness, the clear sky suddenly overshadowed by devilish clouds.
"Nuannuan!"
The perfect Mandarin voice resonated with everyone’s ears, so reckless and domineering. Such an intimate address sounded naturally coming from his mouth.
She didn’t turn back, her fingers tightly intertwined with Leng Ye’s, clenching tighter and tighter, yet she couldn’t control the trembling.
"Nuannuan, ignore him, let’s continue."
Leng Ye felt like he had been hit hard, his lips turning pale instantly. The familiarity of the voice made him afraid to look back, more afraid to release her hand; his lips moved slightly as he forced himself to speak.
"Alright." Wen Nuan smiled lightly, never once looking at the man who called her name as she smiled to answer the priest’s question again. The sound of urgent footsteps approaching on the red carpet struck heavily against her eardrums, her heart twisted suddenly, her throat blocked with wadding, making it hard to speak.
Leng Yan!
She closed her eyes, tears flowing backward into her heart, slowly spreading to every cell of her body.
Why now, why are you here?
To congratulate me and Leng Ye on our marriage?
Or have you really reached the end of the road with Ji Wei and want to shamelessly be a modern-day Chen Shimei one more time?
Inhaling deeply, she reopened her eyes, looking at the priest: "I..."
"No!" Again, it was that voice, yet compared to before it carried a mix of harsh intent and decisiveness.
Everyone present was stunned. Especially those who understood some Chinese, suddenly shaken, glancing between the groom, the bride, and the man who barged in, the scene became slightly chaotic.
Some sharp-eyed individuals recognized who had arrived, and they exclaimed internally.
Wow! The Leng Family’s Second Young Master!
Is this a scene where two brothers vie for one woman?
Wedding crashes are not uncommon, but two brothers falling for the same woman and competing for her at the wedding is rare indeed.
Finally, Wen Nuan turned back, looking coldly at Leng Yan striding towards her, a cold smile slowly curled up at the corners of her lips. She turned back, continuing to tightly clutch Leng Ye’s hand, but her fingers were already ice cold to the core.
"Nuannuan." Leng Ye sighed softly, trying to transfer warmth through his palm. But like her, his fingertips were also terribly cold.
In fact, from the moment Leng Yan’s voice rang out, he felt that he stood little chance.
For the past few days, Leng Yan called almost every day to speak with Wen Nuan, and even though Leng Yan hadn’t specified his intentions, it already terrified him intensely.
He feared Leng Yan had found something out, and was calling to win her back.
Therefore, he dared not hesitate further, hoping that through this wedding, he could keep Wen Nuan, making her and Leng Yan an impossibility forever.
"I’m fine." Wen Nuan smiled slightly, gripping his hand more firmly, her smile radiating: "Don’t worry, whether he comes or not, it won’t affect us."
"Really?"
Leng Yan’s voice was already near her ear, and the hand not tightly holding onto Leng Ye’s had already been seized firmly.
The chapel was filled with sighs, chaotic voices rose in the air, Leng Ye’s face paled like paper, Wen Nuan’s eyes were filled with rage.
Leng Ye tried hard to maintain his composure, looking up at Leng Yan, he smiled lightly: "Yan, thank you for coming to your sister-in-law and my wedding."
"Sister-in-law?" Leng Yan frowned, the corner of his lips forming a harsh curve.
He fiercely pinched his palm, eyes withdrawing from Leng Ye’s face. The warmth in his gaze towards Wen Nuan could ripple like water: "Nuannuan, come back with me."
"Go back with you?"
Wen Nuan acted as if she heard the biggest joke, forcefully pulling her hand back, her gaze cold as she glanced at Xiao Liu beside Leng Yan: "Second Young Master, how can someone like a younger brother-in-law call me so intimately? Please address me as sister-in-law."