Chapter 438: Chapter 407: Ex-Husband, Please Leave Once You’ve Had Enough Fun!
Sister-in-law!
The way she called him pierced through Leng Yan’s heart like being torn apart. He took a deep breath to steady himself, "Nuannuan, let’s leave first, and I’ll explain everything to you, okay? Nuannuan, you have to believe, I only love you..."
"Shut up! Second Young Master, Joe has already made it very clear. I am your sister-in-law, please respect me!"
Wen Nuan coldly stopped him from speaking. Waves of humiliation seemed to drown her, the pain and bitterness overwhelming her, as if she couldn’t hold on anymore.
Yet, she desperately wanted to laugh.
When they got married, he didn’t show up.
When she cried and begged him to make a choice, he shook his head and said no.
When she finally remarried, he chased after her from afar, claiming he only loved her.
Has the world gone mad? Or is there something wrong with her ears? How else could such an amusing joke happen?
A heavy unease surfaced in Leng Ye’s eyes. He looked at Leng Yan, his eyes cold, and said in a low voice, "Leng Yan, if you’re here to bless us, Nuannuan and I will be more than happy to welcome you. If not, please leave!"
"I will leave, and I’ll take her with me."
Leng Yan’s lips curved slightly in disdain as he looked at Leng Ye. He lowered his head and suddenly, forcefully separated the hands of Wen Nuan and Leng Ye. With a tug, Wen Nuan fell into his arms. He pulled again, putting a meter between Wen Nuan and Leng Ye, firmly holding her in his embrace.
"Leng Yan, let go!"
Leng Han’s voice came simultaneously from Wen Nuan and Leng Ye.
Wen Nuan’s face was filled with shame and anger. She struggled hard to break free, only to be held tighter. Her soft body hit his hard chest, and Leng Yan slowly smiled, "I won’t let go, not for a lifetime."
"Nuannuan, don’t go with him."
Leng Ye looked up at Wen Nuan’s face urgently, feeling an inner turmoil of anxiety.
"I won’t." Wen Nuan bit her lip, looking helplessly at the deep sorrow in Leng Ye’s eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.
Lowering her head sadly, she looked at the hand she once naively wanted to hold forever. She closed her eyes and bit down hard.
With all her strength in that bite, the intense pain caught Leng Yan off guard, making him release her. Wen Nuan immediately ran to Leng Ye, looked back at Leng Yan, clenched her teeth, and curled her lips into a cold smile: "If you’re here to make trouble, please leave! You’re not welcome here!"
"Nuannuan!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his fingers, and growled lowly, "You can’t marry him!"
"Then who should I marry?"
Wen Nuan sneered, her sarcastic smile spreading across her face, piercing Leng Yan’s eyes. She looked at him, staring for a long time, her smile blooming like a flower: "Not Joe. Is it you, then?"
Her gaze swept to Xiao Liu standing beside her. She chuckled softly:
"Second Young Master, why can’t you bear to see me happy?"
Leng Yan pressed his lips together: "Nuannuan, let’s go back and get married. I’ve already prepared the ring."
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket for the ring.
"Ring?" Wen Nuan was slightly stunned for just a second, but couldn’t hold back her tears from flooding over. If she blinked, they would fall.
She looked at Leng Yan, gently shook her head, and wiped away the tears that overflowed: "Too late!"
She was not his toy to throw away and take back at will!
Looking at Leng Yan’s helpless expression, she looked at him indifferently, gave him a gentle smile, and lifted her skirt:
"Second Young Master, please step back. My wedding with your brother has to continue. Besides, you’re stepping on my dress. This is my wedding gown. I don’t want any man other than Joe to touch it. Oh, right, a wedding gown, do you understand? It’s the dress worn for a wedding, and it’s meant to be standing next to the groom..."
She screamed in her heart: "Leng Yan, you don’t understand! You never understood anything! You never understood how deep my love is, or how deep your hurt is to me!"
"Nuannuan." Leng Ye’s voice came over, as light as a dried leaf blown by the wind, wavering, uneasy, unable to find a place to land.
Wen Nuan lowered her head to look at Leng Ye, whose face was as pale as paper, and smiled gently: "Joe, let’s keep it simple. Let’s start exchanging rings now, okay?"
Leng Yan’s ring doesn’t belong to her!
"Okay." Leng Ye nodded with a smile, although his anxiety did not lessen at all, and his heart pounded rapidly. His fingers trembled as he took the ring from the assistant. Just as he was about to open it, there was a ripping sound, and the sound of fabric tearing shocked the whole room.
Wen Nuan just felt a chill on her body, humiliation and anger surging within her.
She glanced sideways at the pristine wedding, her shoulders exposed, and a rip on her chest. Fortunately, the dress was designed snugly at the waist and didn’t fall off. She lightly bit her teeth, using one hand to cover herself, and slowly turned, narrowing her black eyes to look at Leng Yan.
"Nuannuan, your wedding dress shouldn’t be like this." The indifference, coldness, and hatred emanating from her eyes made his face show a flash of panic. He quickly took off his coat, wanting to cover her, but Wen Nuan retreated slightly, putting some distance between them, her hand still tightly covering her chest.
Seeing his bewilderment and helplessness, a light smile appeared at her lips, and sarcastically, she softly asked: "Ex-husband, have you had enough fun?"
If you’ve had enough, then please leave!
You can take my wedding as a game, but I can’t!
Ex-husband!
Another explosive term. People around who hadn’t known what happened suddenly understood something. Even more confusion and bewilderment arose, and exclamations sounded one after another. Even the foreigners who couldn’t understand Chinese looked at the three people before them in shock after listening to others’ explanations.
"Nuannuan, I didn’t." The sound of Wen Nuan’s voice was like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into his heart. He looked at her, shaking his head painfully: "Nuannuan, I love you, always have, I’ve never stopped. Before, when I said to break up, it was because..."
"Enough!"
Leng Ye’s heart stirred, suddenly speaking out, his eyes red with blood, he glared coldly around: "Take everyone causing trouble out!"
Soon, someone came over, trying to pull Leng Yan away. Leng Yan gritted his teeth and punched them, forcing them to back off. He looked at Leng Ye with sharp eyes, like a leopard pushed to anger and humiliation:
"Are you in such a hurry to get me out because you’re scared? Over the past few days, I’ve called Nuannuan several times, why didn’t you let her take even one of them? You didn’t tell her, did you? Leng Ye, what’s your intention, do you need me to spell it out more clearly? Or, if you’re not afraid of losing face, I can say it without restraint."
He shot Xiao Liu a cold glance: "Xiao Liu, tell Young Master Ye what you know, let Nuannuan know what kind of person she’s about to marry."