CHAPTER 228: CHAPTER 227: HARD TO WAIT FOR YOU TO LOVE ME

"Why are you here?" Leng Yan slightly furrowed his brow, "Why haven’t you gone back yet?"

In the early morning, when he came out of Ji Wei’s room, he had specifically reminded her to return early to avoid being spotted by paparazzi.

Ji Wei gently bit her lower lip, looking at him timidly, "I was planning to leave, but when I saw your room door was open, I didn’t know what happened. So I came to check. Your belongings are still in the room, I was afraid someone might take them."

"Okay." Leng Yan responded simply, without stopping and went straight to the bathroom. Letting the rushing water wash away the stains, over and over again, rubbing until the skin hurt, yet he seemed numb.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly run down?" Ji Wei quietly entered, standing behind him, looking at his hand with concern, her eye rims turning red, "What happened to your hand?"

Leng Yan glanced at her in the mirror, said nothing. Seeing her bandaged wrist, he let out a gentle sigh.

"My hand is fine, just a scratch. Ji Wei, you don’t need to change the dressing today. When it needs changing tomorrow, go to Uncle Wang. He knows you and won’t talk unnecessarily."

He will help her, that’s for sure. However, some things really need to be avoided.

Like the bandage, in Ji Wei’s case, it will at least take ten days to heal. He cannot accompany her every time the dressing needs to be changed.

"Okay." Ji Wei’s little face suddenly turned gloomy, but eventually, she softly uttered an okay.

He’s in a bad mood, and she didn’t want to do anything that would go against him. Moreover, even though Leng Ye’s call made her feel a little embarrassed, she was still very happy.

Wen Nuan is not pregnant, no matter how you say it, it’s a very delightful thing. In getting the role of Madam Leng, she has one less huge obstacle.

Just as she was leaving, she saw the roses on Leng Yan’s desk. Her apricot eyes lingered on them for a long time, biting her lip tightly.

Roses... Roses symbolizing love, such a large bouquet, she has never received before.

No, it’s that she has never received them from Leng Yan here.

Back then, most of the money Leng Yan earned from part-time work was used for tuition fees, and she would only ever receive three roses from him. Seeing other female classmates receiving armfuls of roses, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t envious. Yet, because it was Leng Yan giving them, she would still happily jump up even for three roses.

Besides, Leng Yan said that three roses mean "I love you."

I love you...

Ji Wei’s eyes carried a hint of bitterness.

How long will it take for her to hear those three words from his mouth once more?

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Wen Nuan returned home from work in the evening; Leng Yan had to go on a business trip.

She felt an inexplicable sense of relief, actually quite afraid of seeing him when she got back, because she didn’t know how to discuss the Ji Wei matter.

The news of the trip was told to her by Sister Ping.

Leng Yan went to M City, which is a four-hour flight from here. It was heard that a friend had come from France. Because there were many things to deal with and the stay was too short, there was no way to come to N City. Yet there was something very important, so he went there temporarily.

"Young Madam, the Young Master said your phone might have run out of battery and turned off, so he wasn’t able to inform you. He received the news unexpectedly as well," Sister Ping told Wen Nuan, observing her expression and sensing something was off.

Weren’t the two reconciled? Why is the Young Madam’s demeanor so calm?

"I understand." Wen Nuan said calmly. After getting back to the office, to avoid receiving more calls from anyone, she turned off her phone.

Step by step, she went upstairs, not knowing when the previous sense of ease was replaced by desolation, and thinking of the room with only him in it brought an indescribable bitterness.

Returning to that large room, a floral scent immediately wafted to her nostrils. Wen Nuan paused for a moment, noticing there were two bouquets in the room’s vase.

One bouquet of roses, one bouquet of gardenias.

One red, one white, complementing each other beautifully, with lots of charm.

The gardenias looked fresh, but these roses...

She frowned slightly, counting the roses and looking at the slightly wilted but still beautiful petals, feeling a slight tremor in her heart.

It turned out it was the bouquet he had given her before. She had joked about not throwing it away until it dried because it was the first bouquet he gifted her and held special meaning.

"Young Madam, have some lemon water." Sister Ping knocked and entered, seeing Wen Nuan looking at the bouquet, her kind face filled with smiles, "The gardenias, the Young Master bought them while fetching things from home, saying you like them. The roses, the Young Master said he gave them to you yesterday, you said to wait until the flowers dried before throwing them out, so they were brought back from the hotel. Young Madam, the Young Master is really thoughtful towards you."

"Heh." Wen Nuan chuckled dryly, took the lemon water and drank a sip, noticing that Sister Ping had no intentions of leaving, she asked in surprise, "Sister Ping, is there anything else?"

"Young Madam." Sister Ping hesitated for a moment but then spoke, "Madam called the house today."