Chapter 415: Chapter 389: Joe Drank Too Much
Wen Nuan’s mind immediately conjured up the image of "Leng Yan," and she smiled bitterly, "Who is it?"
How could it be Leng Yan? He couldn’t avoid her fast enough; why would he come looking for her?
"He calls himself Joe, and he says he’s your friend. I reminded him to give you a call, but he said it’s fine to wait here."
"Joe?" Wen Nuan softly pondered, feeling a bit confused, and muttered quietly, "Why is he here?"
"Nuannuan." Just as she was speaking, Leng Ye came out from the reception room nearby, looking at her with a smile, "What, you’re not welcoming me?"
"How could that be?" Wen Nuan chuckled lightly and answered honestly, "Just a bit surprised. I didn’t expect you to come, and this early too. Is there something important?"
Seeing Leng Ye’s reluctance to speak, she laughed, "Seems like it’s still a secret, then let’s go to my new office. It was just finalized yesterday, perfect for you to take a look, but be prepared, it’s a few sizes smaller than yours."
"Not bad, a very sunny room." The two walked together to Wen Nuan’s new office. Leng Ye looked around before sitting down, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Nuannuan, do you really plan to settle down and develop at the Wen Family?"
"Yes." Wen Nuan feigned a relaxed smile, "It felt difficult at first, but as days went by, it became quite interesting. And with me here, my dad gets more rest time, which makes it feel worthwhile. Plus, it’s almost early winter, and the sunshine in this room is wonderful, just sitting here is a pleasure."
Although often she would secretly shed tears, she truly never regretted it.
The most famous clothing companies in T City are MT and the Leng Family; she can’t get into either, and she doesn’t want to go to any small firms. Instead of making herself feel aggrieved for being overqualified, it’s better like this. Also, seeing Wen Qingyan having more time to rest gives her a sweet feeling inside.
With a family, a father, Pengfei, and the baby in her belly, she would be happy. Although this happiness carries some regrets, it’s still very real.
She’s only afraid of the dark night when loneliness invades her body; that’s the hardest time to endure. On long, sleepless nights, it happens often that she can’t fall asleep, with the worst time being until dawn when she cried.
The child grows day by day. Though not visible on the outside, she can feel his presence. In her downtime, she’s always wondering about his (or her) appearance, even trying to draw numerous portraits of the baby.
Both boys and girls.
She tries her best to draw the baby in her childhood image, but unconsciously, either the eyebrows or the nose somehow resemble Leng Yan...
Leng Yan’s indifference, Leng Yan’s gentleness, Leng Yan’s ruthlessness, - they all replay in her mind endlessly, unable to be dispelled, causing her piercing pain.
"I knew trying to persuade you would be futile." Leng Ye sighed deeply, "Nuannuan, I really want to collaborate with you."
"Things are really quite well as they are now." Wen Nuan smiled sincerely, her tone light yet firm.
She doesn’t want others to pity or sympathize with her, nor does she wish to collaborate with Leng Ye.
"You little fool, you don’t realize how heartbreaking it is when you act stubborn." Leng Ye intertwined his fingers and placed them on the desk, earnestly staring into her eyes, "Nuannuan, even though you won’t collaborate, I have founded a brand. I’ve been busy with it recently, and finally got most of the procedures done today. There’s a celebration party tonight, will you come with me?"
"You want me to go?" Wen Nuan hesitated, "I can’t drink."
Occasions like these often involve drinking. While she isn’t a lightweight to the point of getting drunk after two glasses, her health is crucial at the moment as she’s pregnant and can’t drink.
"Just accompany me. You don’t need to drink." Leng Ye smiled, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Come on, I rarely invite you, wouldn’t want you to embarrass me, right? I’m hoping someone can take me home when I’m drunk later."
"Alright then." Wen Nuan reluctantly agreed with a smile.
Watching Leng Ye leave in delight, she gently shook her head, unsure if her decision was right or wrong. Aside from Leng Yan, Leng Ye also helped a lot with the cosmetic product issues. People take her as a friend, she can’t be overly sentimental. Moreover, she’s about to become a mother now, confident that Tan Qing and Leng Ye should completely give up on her by now.
Looking down at her small belly, she gently caressed it with her fingers, a smile spreading across her lips, "Mom’s precious baby, be good today, let mom have less nausea. Alright, mom has to start working now!"
This is almost the first task every day, talking with the baby, making the whole day joyful.
"Nuannuan, come downstairs, I’ve arrived."
When it was time to leave work, Wen Nuan’s phone rang. Leng Ye’s cheerful voice came through, sounding excited, and she couldn’t help but smile at the infectious mood.
Creating his own brand was Leng Ye’s dream. Now that it’s realized, he must be really happy. As Leng Ye’s friend, she’s equally happy for him. Someday, she hopes to realize her dreams just like him.
"Joe, you’ve drunk too much."
The guests at the party were mostly Leng Ye’s friends. Wen Nuan thought Tan Qing might come too, but unfortunately, he didn’t. According to Leng Ye, Tan Qing had to meet a big client and was too busy to attend. Since everyone was friends, they drank freely; many tried to coax her into drinking, but Leng Ye blocked them. Seeing him tipsy, Wen Nuan felt somewhat worried, "Be careful, I’ll help you walk."
"I’m fine, Nuannuan." Leng Ye refused, looking at her with a complex gaze, "You shouldn’t be helping anyone now."
"Give me the keys." Wen Nuan sighed, taking the keys from his hand to unlock the door. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she watched him awkwardly open the passenger side door, and couldn’t help but worry, "Careful not to hit your head. Where do you stay? Does the old house work?"
She didn’t know where Leng Ye’s villa was, but heard from Leng Yan that sometimes Leng Ye would stay at the old house, and she felt a bit bitter. She didn’t want to go there, to any place linked to Leng Yan.
"Let’s go to the place you once lived." Leng Ye rubbed his temples, smiling slowly, yet the corner of his mouth showed a hint of bitterness, "To me, it makes no difference where I stay, this place is the closest."
Also the closest to his heart.
"Okay." Wen Nuan nodded, an involuntary trace of heartache appearing in her gaze.
No difference where to stay...
It’s such a helpless and sorrowful phrase, isn’t it? Having many houses, yet none can be called a "home."
Since she stayed there during her quarrel with Leng Yan, she found her way seamlessly, arriving soon. Not at ease with leaving him alone upstairs, Wen Nuan cautiously followed him up, helping open the door.
"It’s getting late, I have to get home." Wen Nuan bid farewell, just about to leave, when her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly by him.