Chapter 361: Chapter 347: Ji Wei, the Big Wife, She Plays the Role of the Little Wife_2
Moreover, to report a lost bank card, you must have your ID card as well.
Wen Nuan felt both embarrassed and anxious, tears welling up in her eyes. She helplessly walked out of the lobby and saw Leng Yan still standing there, watching her from the hotel entrance.
Wen Nuan’s eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly took a few steps toward Leng Yan, trying to sound sincere: "Please do me a favor and give me the taxi driver’s contact number. I lost my wallet."
She remembered Leng Yan mentioning that he had texted the driver during the process of finding her.
"How would I know?" Leng Yan shrugged, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
Wen Nuan was anxious: "How could you not know? You’re always accurate and quick with numbers. You can remember a number after hearing it once, let alone after inputting it."
She knew too well about Leng Yan’s talent for remembering numbers, an absolute genius. He never deliberately memorized them, but whenever he needed them, he could recall them almost with 100% accuracy.
"You want me to help you?" Leng Yan raised an eyebrow, casually looking at her with his hands in his pockets: "Alright, promise me one thing."
"Tell me." Wen Nuan gritted her teeth: "As long as it’s not something excessive."
Being under someone else’s roof, she had to bow her head since she was asking for a favor and didn’t want any conflict.
However, don’t go too far. If he asked her to return to T City to be his mistress, that was impossible. She’d rather report her bank card lost now and then go back to E City to replace her ID.
In front of him, during the early days of their marriage – the hardship, the sweetness, and later the pain – she always retained her pride. She would not sell her dignity for anything.
"Stay with me for one night." Leng Yan stared at her, seeing the deep vigilance in her eyes, and sighed softly: "Just to talk, nothing excessive, right?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward to hold her hand: "The hotel I’m staying at is very close, we can walk there."
"Forget it, I’ll just return to my place." Wen Nuan’s internal alarm was still ringing. Who knows what might happen during a night together? She didn’t want to make the same mistake again.
Saying that, she turned around to hail a taxi, her fingers brushed against her bag, and she faintly smiled.
All her money was in the wallet; she didn’t have a penny on her now, not even for a taxi. Her phone wasn’t linked to a bank card, and the battery was almost dead. Fortunately, she had a few hundred yuan in the drawer at her place from yesterday, enough for a train ticket back to T City.
Her mind drifted back to that rainy day when she quarreled with Leng Yan. She only realized she had no money when she got into the taxi and eventually had to call Tong Xi for help.
Now, who should she look to?
Tong Xi was still out traveling.
Seeking help from Tan Qing was the least possible option. She owed Tan Qing too much, and it was already beyond repayment; she couldn’t shamelessly ask again.
Perhaps Leng Yan didn’t know, but on that day, she regretted hiding from him in anger. She often thought, if she hadn’t fled to Tong Xi’s, she wouldn’t have seen him and Ji Wei in the car the next day. If she had stayed by his side, he wouldn’t have had drinks with Ji Wei, and wouldn’t have been "unfaithful."
Her heart was filled with deep regret, but there was nowhere to buy the medicine of regret. Later, she just laughed it off, as Leng Yan still felt he owed Ji Wei too much, even if it weren’t for that incident, Ji Wei still had many ways to lure Leng Yan in.
The only difference would have been the timing.
Walking back slowly, she felt his footsteps behind her, and bitterly smiled.
Leng Yan, what exactly do you want? You can’t let go of Ji Wei’s child, nor me?
Do you truly want a life with both a wife and a concubine? The grievances in her heart were suffocating, making her uncomfortable. She stopped and turned around, glaring at Leng Yan: "Didn’t I make myself clear? I don’t want to agree to your terms!"
"Then I’ll keep you company for a night, that’s also fine." Leng Yan smiled good-naturedly, taking a few steps toward her and standing in front of her. The mockery in his eyes finally subsided. He looked at her, a touch of bitterness on his lips: "Tan Qing might be waiting for you there, are you sure you want to go back?"
He didn’t want to see her with Tan Qing. Yesterday, he had wanted to give up. But he wasn’t reconciled; he couldn’t just let it go. He had vowed before, that it was her who chased him, and now it was his turn to chase her.
Wen Nuan was taken aback, her lips moved, and a deeper helplessness surged in her heart.
Yes, Tan Qing might not believe she was staying at a hotel and could be waiting there for her.
With nowhere to go and her stomach grumbling with hunger, she was physically weak. Only then did she realize she hadn’t eaten anything that evening. She smiled and walked to the steps of a nearby mall, wiped them with a tissue, and sat down.
For now, she would rest a bit and figure out the rest later.
"Get up!" Seeing her sit down, Leng Yan’s brows furrowed immediately, and he pulled her up with a hint of clear reproach between his brows: "It’s chilly, it’s almost late autumn, sitting on the ground would make you catch a cold."
"Is it any of your business?" Wen Nuan really wanted to shout at him, but seeing the thing in his eyes that made her panic, she bit her lip and surprisingly held back.
Slightly lowering her eyes, something vague kept brushing against her heart, making her flustered and at a loss for what to do.
In his eyes filled with reproach, she saw pity and distress.
Could it be?
Did he really feel heartache? She looked down at her toes, trying to cover her unease with self-mockery: I must have seen it wrong, surely.
"Just leave." After a long while, she spoke softly: "I’m still going back to my place. It doesn’t matter even if Tan Qing is there."
Of course, she wasn’t really going back to her place, but going anywhere else would feel better than staying here with him, where her heart would feel more at ease.
"Wen Nuan!" Leng Yan was furious, his lips turning an unnatural white, anger burning in his eyes. His body felt weak in pain, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, with cold sweat streaming down his back.