Chapter 354: Chapter 341: Ex-Husband, You Have No Right to Kiss Me
He stood beside her, and when she wanted to take a tissue to wipe her mouth, he reached out and handed one over, Wen Nuan looked up in surprise... stunned...
His lips moved, just about to speak, but Wen Nuan’s fingers passed by him to take another one.
Leng Yan’s hand froze mid-air, a string in his heart snapping with a sharp twang.
The sound was so loud, it shook him to the point where he momentarily lost consciousness.
"Nuannuan." Finally, he sighed, calling her name, holding onto a faint glimmer of hope in his heart.
Wen Nuan’s heart was pierced, she forcefully held back, wiping her mouth gracefully, and gave him a calm glance: "Young Master Leng, I didn’t expect to see you in City E, pleased to meet you!"
Such a "honorary" meeting, huh!
If Ji Wei were brought along, it would be even more of an "honor" for them as a couple to be seen together.
"Nuannuan." Leng Yan gritted his teeth, a painful sharpness flashing in his eyes: "I am your husband, not some Young Master Leng!"
Don’t call me that, Nuannuan, I can’t bear it!
"There are many people watching, Young Master Leng, please speak more quietly and be mindful of your words."
Wen Nuan looked at him, her face still carrying a faint smile, allowing her heart to ache, accepting the stab, letting it bleed, remembering the pain, to remember the indulgence this man once showed to her child’s mother, so that it would be easier to give up.
She said this, standing up, her gaze thoroughly searching for Tan Qing’s figure. Seeing him standing among some of City E’s elites, chatting and laughing, she hesitated but still wanted to go over.
It would disturb Tan Qing, but she knew Tan Qing wouldn’t mind. He would only pamper her, love her, never willing to utter a word of blame on her.
"Where are you going?" Leng Yan’s hand suddenly extended, tightly grasping her wrist: "Come with me, let’s make things clear."
Following her gaze, he saw Tan Qing there, every fiber of his being was tense and clamorous. He wanted to make things clear, he could not stand to see her standing by Tan Qing’s side.
The image in his mind, a photo that pierced his heart like a thorn, clogged in his throat, the suffocating and painful feeling was as if it sought to take his life at every moment.
Violently shaking off his wrist, his light words trickled into her mind: "Nuannuan, come with me. I haven’t seen you for so long, I miss you terribly, I can’t guarantee if in the next second, in front of so many people, I would hug you or kiss you."
"Shameless!" Wen Nuan listened to the threat in her ear, glaring at him in hatred: "Ex-husband, do you think this is fun?"
Why come to provoke her?
Hug her, kiss her...
Ha, that’s something couples do. Like him and Ji Wei...
And he talks about missing her, all she can say is "ha."
"Whether it’s fun or not, you can only find out by trying," spurred by the deliberate emphasis on "ex-husband," he was deeply provoked, stepping closer to her, scooping her into his arms, a wicked smile curling at his lips: "Should we proceed to the next step?"
Daring not to forcibly drag her away, fearing she would cry out. He knew his methods at this moment were somewhat despicable, yet it was a helpless move.
Fortunately, where Wen Nuan stood was secluded, and no one’s attention was on them.
Wen Nuan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth: "I’ll go with you."
What needed to be clarified, ha, she didn’t know, following him was just to avoid Tan Qing seeing her being held by Leng Yan, Tan Qing would misunderstand...
Releasing her body, yet unwilling to release her wrist, Leng Yan held her tightly, always afraid she would escape and run to Tan Qing’s side.
Twisting and turning, through the small door, they were brought to the hotel’s back garden. Inside was brightly lit, while the outside was dim with a hazy feel.
Tonight there was a moon, moonlight fell through the branches, casting onto Leng Yan, his brows still handsome, yet all she felt was the change of things and people.
"Is there anything left for us to say?" Wen Nuan looked at him coldly, not a trace of warmth in her eyes, instead a faint smile that stung her eyes.
"You and Tan Qing... are dating?" Leng Yan’s heart ached, wanting to speak, his throat was also blocked.
So, this was what he wanted to ask?!
Wen Nuan’s heart was startled, then a cold smile spread from the depths of her heart.
She was about to become the mother of a child, and yet he still thought of her? Is he like some divorced men who after marrying their mistress, still care about who their ex-wife dates?
Ha!
Maybe he liked doing this, but she didn’t want that.
Don’t want her, then leave her alone, and certainly don’t meddle in her private life.
She wouldn’t meddle in whom he was with, and he shouldn’t meddle in her matters with Tan Qing.
"This isn’t something an ex-husband should concern himself with." Wen Nuan looked at him, with a serene smile: "But since you asked, considering our past affection, I can tell you. Yes, I am dating Tan Qing, he treats me well, protects me, loves me, being with him makes me feel relaxed and happy."
Her lips always carried a smile, she said a lot all at once, giving him no chance to interrupt, just so he could give up completely.
As an ex-husband, please respect me. Since there’s no possibility of returning, don’t entangle further.
Listening, Leng Yan bit his lip, forcefully pulling her into his embrace, he bent down, kissing her lips.
Saying so much to him, smiling so happily, did she want to cut his heart into pieces with a knife?
Nuannuan, do you know how I feel hearing those words?
Nuannuan, do you know your bright smile can kill?!
Wen Nuan’s eyes widened suddenly, looking at him incredulously, all words stuck in her throat.
Wen Nuan’s heart was in chaos, held by him, she felt none of the sweetness and safety of the past, her hands frantically pushed at his chest, her legs started to exert force. Having practiced Taekwondo, she thought her legs were strong. But with just a slight movement, Wen Nuan lost her opportunity.
She was half-pushed, half-embraced by Leng Yan, her back against the garden wall, his legs pinning hers so they couldn’t move, her slender hands grasped tightly by his large hand, fixed behind her, while another hand clasped tightly around her waist.
Only like this, could he feel Nuannuan was still his.
With merciless force, he seized not only her kiss but also her consciousness.
About to suffocate from lack of oxygen due to his kiss, he finally let her go, his eyes wounded as he looked at her hate-filled tear-streaked eyes: "Nuannuan."
"Leng Yan, you bastard! I am not your woman, remember, you have no right to kiss me!" She glared at him, the hate in her eyes growing thicker, aiming a forceful kick at his knee, she turned and ran.
Damned man, he clearly said, if I came, he wouldn’t kiss me. I came, so why do this? Ex-husband, on what grounds do you kiss me?
And those grief-filled eyes, his sombre, mournful tone, showing such a gloomy demeanor, what exactly does he want!
Like those men, thinking mistresses weren’t as good as the original wife, now seeking her out?
Haha, how ridiculous!
They speak of "a prodigal son mending his ways is priceless," she thought he was. But wasn’t she wrong too?
Now, she won’t "eat the grass off the beaten path."
Feeling lonely, seeking me out, what do you take my love for?
Crying and running, tears blurring her vision were wiped away, then continued, suddenly her foot caught on something, losing balance, she fell to the ground.
"Nuannuan!"
Someone was calling her, urgently.
Her foot hurt, but she still heard it clearly.
It was two men’s voices, almost simultaneously. She could even hear two pairs of footsteps converging towards her.
Enduring the pain, she stood up, looking towards Tan Qing’s direction, without any hesitation, she ran over to him.
Leng Yan’s footsteps finally stopped, like a tree rooted deeply into the earth, immovable...
His fingers tightly clenched, his fingertips digging into his palm, gripping with all his might, yet feeling nothing.
A heart not just cold, but increasingly painful, watching her run towards Tan Qing’s direction, the cold, lonely autumn wind poured through his spine, chilling to the bone...
In the past, she wouldn’t have gotten up. She would sit here, regardless of the pain, waiting for him to walk over. Watching him pained but helpless as he squatted down, she would giggle and climb onto his back...
Seeing Tan Qing hold her in his arms, that moment immortalized like the picture he’d seen.
A cold, mocking smile slowly spread at Leng Yan’s lips.
Finally, there was no need to verify anything, he finally could tell himself, the picture was real.
Whether he admitted it or not, Wen Nuan and Tan Qing were together, it was a fact.
Leng Yan, give up!
Firmly watching her, his tightly clenched fingers also loosened slowly. He was still smiling, a deep, self-mocking smile.
Isn’t he laughable? He thought there was still a place for him in her heart, but he was ridiculously wrong. Yes, she was right, Tan Qing brought joy to her, while he was indeed the source of her pain.
As she said, he had no right to kiss her, because she truly no longer belonged to him, the woman he kissed just now was his ex-wife...
Just an ex-wife, understand?
Consider it as heaven punishing him, for causing her so much suffering first, even humiliating her during their new marriage!
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, over and over. He took it out, looking at the number, really wanting to throw the phone away, smash it to pieces! Yet he gritted his teeth and held back. Looking at Tan Qing and Wen Nuan, he turned away, swallowing his heartache, leaving only an air of loneliness and sadness...
"Does your foot hurt?" Tan Qing looked at her deeply furrowed brows from the pain, squatting down distressedly to try and help her knead it.
"Don’t move!" Wen Nuan inhaled sharply.
So painful! Forcing herself to run just now, only now realizing how foolish it was. Tan Qing would have come to bring her, why did she have to run?
Was it out of fear that Leng Yan would reach her first?
Involuntarily, she glanced in his direction from the corner of her eye, yet all she saw was a back. The spine straight as an arrow, full of endless desolation...