CHAPTER 252: CHAPTER 251: CAN YOU STOP MESSING AROUND?

Wen Nuan’s eyes widened as she quickly pulled the car door open to get out. Leng Yan’s face was dark with anger, and in an instant, Tan Qing was dragged out and his fist immediately landed on Tan Qing’s face. Tan Qing, caught off balance, fell to the ground.

Wen Nuan was terrified, "Tan Qing!"

She screamed, running over and crouching down. But her hand was grabbed forcefully by Leng Yan as he pulled her up: "Don’t go!"

Leng Yan’s voice was almost a roar.

He was truly angry. Seeing Tan Qing making such an ambiguous move towards her, his rage was about to explode. And now, she actually wanted to help him up.

"Leng Yan, you’re going too far!"

Wen Nuan forcefully struggled free, even making a noise because of her effort. She glared at Leng Yan, her eyes filled with intense anger. She intended to move forward to help Tan Qing, but he himself struggled a bit to get up.

He even smiled at her, signaling that he was okay.

The servants in the villa saw the commotion and hurried over. But seeing Tan Qing wave his hand, the servants didn’t dare to approach and obediently returned without understanding why.

"Tan Qing, how are you?" Wen Nuan looked at the blood trickling from his temple, which he wiped away with the back of his hand, and her heart felt even more anxious and pained.

"I’m fine." Tan Qing was still smiling, but the corners of his mouth were slightly twisted from the pain.

Leng Yan had really hit him hard, but he wasn’t very angry. Any man would react this way upon seeing such a scene. Although he bore no ill will, he could understand.

Besides, the harder Leng Yan hit, the deeper his love for Wen Nuan, wasn’t it?

"Come home with me!"

Leng Yan once again seized her wrist, his face was a shade of green, refusing to let go no matter how she struggled.

"Leng Yan, could you stop fooling around!" Wen Nuan couldn’t help but shout out loud: "Do you know Tan Qing is running a high fever? It’s pouring rain, and I was just worried about him, so I brought him back!"

Leng Yan paused slightly, and for the first time, paid attention to Tan Qing’s condition. It was indeed unusual, and judging from the position, Wen Nuan was indeed in the driver’s seat just now, and he was sitting in the passenger seat.

But, so what?

Tan Qing was touching her hand, touching her face. As a man full of energy and vigor, how could he swallow his anger?

"Go home!"

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, looking at Wen Nuan: "You’ve already brought him home now."

"But he’s still feverish."

Wen Nuan meant she actually wanted to help Tan Qing inside; she really didn’t want to enter this villa. But Tan Qing was already weak with fever, and after getting punched, he looked even more disheveled. She even doubted whether he could walk in by himself.

"You’re not a doctor!"

Leng Yan’s usual gentle eyes glinted with coldness as he opened the passenger seat door and pushed her forcefully inside.

"Leng Yan!" Her wrist hurt from being held so tight, but seeing Tan Qing leaning weakly against the car, possibly sliding down at any moment, Wen Nuan couldn’t help wanting to reach for the car door.

"Don’t move!" Leng Yan finally couldn’t hold back. With a sharp turn, the car drifted as it turned around, and then he stepped on the gas, coldly throwing her a line: "Once you’re gone, someone will naturally come to help him."

Sure enough, Wen Nuan looked back and saw someone already helping Tan Qing walk towards the villa. However, her heart was still sour.

Both for Tan Qing’s battered state and for Leng Yan’s attitude.

She bit her lip, turned back, and Leng Yan had already driven out of the villa complex. She sat silently, not saying a word.

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Leng Yan seemed to sigh, his voice softening slightly, yet a shadow still lingered between his brows.

Wen Nuan indifferently pulled the seatbelt over, slowly fastening it, her eyes gazing out the window.

She didn’t want to speak now, nor did she know what to say.

The scenery after the rain was beautiful; the leaves were a fresh, bright green, easy on the eyes. But she felt deeply troubled, shook her head slightly, and simply closed her eyes.

"Nuannuan..."

She didn’t know how long they had been driving when the car stopped, and he softly called her.