Chapter 417: Chapter 391: Wen Nuan’s Unexpected Car Accident, Was the Car Tampered With?
"Aunt Li, it’s getting late, I have to leave." Wen Nuan glanced at Leng Ye walking towards them, gave a light smile, and turned to leave without giving Li Qiu a chance to speak.
Wen Nuan didn’t inquire about Leng Siyan’s illness, guessing it must be serious. Otherwise, given the awkward situation from a few days ago, Leng Ye would have called her after sobering up, but he never did.
With Leng Siyan seriously ill, I wonder if Leng Yan will come back...
The next afternoon, after finishing her work, Wen Nuan sat in her office, looking at the slightly desolate early winter scenery outside the window, her thoughts drifted far away once again. Rubbing her temples vigorously, she gave a bitter smile: Wen Nuan, you’re overthinking things again.
Her phone rang, and the number displayed made her lightly tap her forehead, smile wryly, and answer the call, "Sister Lan, I’m on my way, sorry to keep you waiting and to trouble you to remind me."
She had been feeling unwell these past few days and had an appointment with the doctor in the afternoon to check up, yet she’d forgotten again. The "Sister Lan" she mentioned was Aunt Liu’s cousin’s daughter, a kind person who agreed to keep her secret.
After finishing up her tasks, Wen Nuan grabbed her car keys and headed out. In the lobby, she saw a shadow outside. She frowned slightly, bracing herself as she walked over, "Joe."
It was unavoidable, she had to face it.
"I thought you were ignoring me." Leng Ye said sheepishly, noticing the car keys in her hand, "Where are you going?"
"To the hospital for a check-up." Wen Nuan deliberately mentioned the word "pregnancy" to once again distance their relationship: "I don’t understand much about pregnancy, just going to consult a doctor."
Sure enough, Leng Ye’s smile turned peculiar. But only for a moment, as he tapped his car, "Let’s go, I’ll take you."
"I can manage on my own." Wen Nuan shook her head, finding an excuse for herself: "There’s a book in the car I want to show to the doctor, to consult about things I don’t understand."
"Then drive yours," he said.
Leng Ye frowned slightly, and before Wen Nuan could find a better excuse, her hand suddenly felt empty; the keys were already in Leng Ye’s hand. She bit her lip, "Joe, please don’t do this."
"Nuannuan," Leng Ye held her keys tightly, sighed deeply, "I know I misspoke when drunk, I’m sorry, but I truly meant well for you. If you can’t accept it now, that’s fine, I won’t force you. Let’s not talk about this now. The road to the hospital is under construction, I’m not comfortable with you driving yourself."
As he spoke, he had already opened the passenger door and gently nudged her inside, walking around to the driver’s seat, noticing Wen Nuan’s anger rising. He gave her a humble look, "Just as ordinary friends, it’s okay for me to give you a ride to the hospital, isn’t it?"
"Joe, about what you said yesterday, I don’t want to hear it again in the future." Wen Nuan bit her lip, looking seriously at him, "Otherwise, we truly can’t even be friends."
"Let’s go."
A flicker of pain crossed Leng Ye’s eyes as he shook his head, started the car, without agreeing or objecting.
He didn’t want to give up, but now wasn’t the time to confess anything further. Old Master getting sick had him worried that Leng Yan might return. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time, so there shouldn’t be any immediate issues. In England, there was an important project that required Leng Yan’s attention, so he wouldn’t return for at least two days. For this, he even specifically "reminded" Li Qiu not to mention Leng Siyan’s condition to Leng Yan for the time being.
The car slowly drove out. To avoid the bumpy construction road affecting Wen Nuan’s condition, he chose a longer but smoother and less trafficked route. As they passed a traffic light, sweat suddenly dripped from Leng Ye’s forehead, his calm and handsome face turned pale.
"What’s wrong?"
Wen Nuan turned her head, puzzled as she looked at him, "Are you unwell?"
Images of Leng Yan’s gastric pain flashed in her mind, she cautiously asked, "Do you also have a stomach problem?"
"Nuannuan,"
Leng Ye shook his head, called her name softly, sweat trickling down his face.
"What’s going on, pull over for a bit. There’s a small shop ahead; I’ll get you something to eat first, then check if there’s a pharmacy nearby." Wen Nuan watched him, handing him a tissue to wipe the sweat, speaking gently, hoping he wouldn’t get too anxious.
Leng Ye’s gentle voice came through, "Nuannuan, your car tire is quite worn?"
"No." Wen Nuan was puzzled.
The tire was replaced by Xiao Jing at Leng Yan’s instruction after that blow-out, the best there was, and it hadn’t been driven for long, how could this happen. But undeniably, even on this smooth road, she could feel a bumpiness.
"Perhaps someone made modifications," Leng Ye’s voice was low, yet unusually clear.
"What did you say?"
Wen Nuan exclaimed in shock and fear, her fingers tightly gripping the seatbelt, her heart racing, "What should we do?"
"The brakes are also somewhat malfunctioning! Don’t unbuckle your seatbelt, there’s a lawn ahead; the soil might be softer and could help." He released the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel to try to decelerate, but it was futile. His eyes were searching for a spot to pull over, noticing a lawn ahead, just not there yet. Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the tire burst.
Simultaneously, a truck loaded with goods rushed out from the intersection, unable to brake in time...
Another loud crash, a hundred times more intense than before, Wen Nuan felt her eardrums rumble, her body seemed to be shattered into several pieces.
Wen Nuan didn’t have time to react; her body was held in a tight embrace, a heavy object pressing onto her head, warm liquid dripping onto her hair, wet, crimson, sliding down her face. Just as her vision was darkening, rationale begged her to hold on, her panicked heart in shambles...
"Joe!"
She pushed hard against Leng Ye, who was shielding her, tears streaming down as she cried out. The blood was flowing from Leng Ye’s body; her heart filled with extreme fear. Supporting him upright, she saw Leng Ye’s face and burst into tears, "Joe, don’t scare me, please don’t..."
Leng Ye’s eyes remained shut, several parts of his handsome face stained with blood, making it unclear where he was injured. His lips turned a purplish-blue, and his breathing was extremely weak.
Wen Nuan reached for her phone, realizing her bag had flown to the back, trapped and inaccessible. Panic-stricken, she repeatedly called Leng Ye’s name, terrified he might drift off into unconsciousness and never wake.
Finally, Leng Ye slowly opened his eyes, his voice weak and feeble, "How are you?"
"I’m okay." Wen Nuan shook her head, tears falling unnoticed, "How about you, Joe? Let’s try getting out from my side, alright?"
She saw that the door on Leng Ye’s side was jammed, completely immobile. Through the window, she noticed the truck driver had exited and was making a call. People from the small shop ahead also came out, dialing for an ambulance.
"My legs..." Leng Ye shook his head with effort, glancing down at his own legs. Wen Nuan followed his gaze, a bloody smell assaulting her senses, and saw Leng Ye’s legs stained in blood.