Chapter 392: Chapter 371: What Are You Really Hiding from Me? Part 2
In this way, she can also reduce her contact with Leng Ye and Tan Qing. She doesn’t want to talk about love anymore; she can’t fall in love with anyone else, so it’s better not to drag them down.
Besides, she really feels sorry for her father. She will manage the Wen Family and learn humbly, helping her father run the company until Pengfei can take over. Once she hands over the company to him, she’ll be at ease.
If by then there is still a chance...
Heh, she thought, her lips slowly curving into a self-deprecating smile.
By that time, she would have probably been eliminated from the fashion design industry.
Actually, it wouldn’t be a big deal, would it? She could either go back to learning, or completely give up.
"Nuannuan, design is what you love. How can you just give it up?" Leng Ye’s heart ached, the way he had figured out to be with her only resulted in her giving up her dreams. He was unwilling to accept this: "Nuannuan, have you thought it through?"
"Yes, I’ve thought it through very clearly." Wen Nuan smiled but dared not lift her head. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she didn’t want others to see.
Without love, she had to hold family love supreme. As long as she had her father and Pengfei, she would be very happy, very happy.
The most important thing was that there was no betrayal!
Leng Ye’s heart sank, holding the teacup, silent for a long time.
It was a long while before he lifted his gaze, looking seriously at Wen Nuan: "Nuannuan, you will regret it."
"Heh." Wen Nuan forced a smile: "It’s okay."
No matter how much she regrets, it could not compare to regretting falling in love with Leng Yan!
After Leng Ye left, she went to the study and put away all the books related to design. She began to look for some related to business management, selecting the most elementary ones, taking them to her room, placing them on her desk, and picked one to read. The academic words made her frown slightly, but she still forced herself to persevere.
The phone rang; it was Leng Ye’s. She rubbed her temples: "Joe, you’re at the company now?"
"Yes." Leng Ye frowned tightly: "Nuannuan."
Outside Leng Ye’s office, Leng Yan’s heart was struck hard, and he paused, leaning closer to the small crack of the door that was accidentally left open.
"Is there something?" Wen Nuan was slightly stunned, asked indifferently, her fingers still flipping through the book.
Leng Ye hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Nuannuan, you are not suited for management. I hope you don’t give up on fashion design."
Nuannuan giving up fashion design?
The thorn in Leng Yan’s heart pierced deeper; his chest felt so oppressed he could barely breathe. He closed his eyes and left. Back in his office, he could no way calm down. His fingers trembled as he dialed Wen Nuan’s number.
The line was busy.
He waited a bit and dialed again.
Wen Nuan had just hung up on Leng Ye’s call, thinking he was calling her back, she picked up without checking the number. Leng Yan’s voice came through, and her body stiffened, the book in her hand almost slipped, and she grabbed it tightly, a cold smile slowly curving up at the corners of her lips.
"Nuannuan." Leng Yan bit his lip tightly and finally called out her name.
Nuannuan...
Wen Nuan’s cold smile gradually took on a stern edge.
She used to think that her name sounded most pleasant when called by him. But at this moment, hearing it was such an irony.
She said nothing, tightened her lips, slightly lifted her head to hold back the vile, unworthy things from streaming out.
Tears were crystal clear and pure, but to shed them for him, now she felt it was utterly disgraceful.
"Nuannuan, I accidentally overheard Big Brother saying you gave up fashion design." Leng Yan took a deep breath, leaning against the wall, fiercely pinching the space between his eyebrows.
"Heh, quite well-informed." Wen Nuan’s words carried a sarcastic tone: "Young Master Leng, I never thought you would call me just for such a little thing."
She deliberately emphasized the words "Young Master Leng", "little thing", and "just". Tears finally couldn’t be held back, and she quickly wiped them away with a tissue, a smile reappearing at her lips: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Leng. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up."
"Nuannuan, wait!"
Leng Yan’s heart was wracked with pain, her sarcasm clearly transmitting to his ears, tinged with a hint of sobbing. He heard it very clearly, his fingers clenching into a fist, wishing she were standing before him to hit him.
"Don’t give up fashion design, okay? It’s your favorite!" His low voice carried a tone of pleading.
He knew how much Nuannuan loved fashion design, and he didn’t want her to abandon even this passion because of him.
This was her outlet, and if she could immerse herself in it, perhaps she would soon forget about him.
"What does liking have to do with it?" Wen Nuan laughed, bitterly, soft as the breeze stirring the waves: "What I like doesn’t necessarily belong to me. Liking doesn’t mean I can have it."
Like you...
She didn’t utter these words, looking down at the management book with a light smile: "Young Master Leng, you don’t have to concern yourself with my matters in the future. Please take good care of Ji Wei and her child, be a good father."
The father of Ji Wei’s child, unrelated to the life in her womb...
"Nuannuan, it’s not that..." Leng Yan’s heart ached, his throat slightly choked up and he forced his fist clenched to a stop.
He couldn’t say it! He knew her feelings for him, knew that if she learned the truth, she would never leave him.
But, how could he bear it?
She was just twenty years old, she should have a better life, he hoped she could live happily in the future, not in endless pain.
Short-term pain is better than long-term pain...
"Not what?" Wen Nuan’s tears flowed uncontrollably, choking back sobs: "Leng Yan, are you hiding something from me, tell me, will you? You said you love me, you said you wouldn’t lie to me, you were the one who said all these things. Tell me, what exactly are you hiding from me..."