CHAPTER 344: CHAPTER 332: HOW COULD THERE BE NO IMPRESSION AT ALL

Joe?

Wen Nuan’s body stiffened, and her face changed dramatically: "Joe..."

The designer she had always admired, his name was Joe...

Leng Ye asked her to call him by this name.

Her mind was buzzing like a hive of bees. Wen Nuan looked at Leng Ye; he was pressing his lips together, watching her seriously, without a hint of joking.

She felt it was so unbelievable.

How could it be? Yet somehow, it seemed possible.

Tan Qing said Joe was his friend, and Leng Ye happened to be his friend. No wonder Tan Qing easily borrowed Joe’s notebook, the notebook she had always treasured had originated from Leng Ye.

"Are you very shocked?" Leng Ye’s lips slowly curled into a smile: "Nuannuan, haven’t you always wanted to know who Joe really is? Haven’t you always wanted to meet him? Today, I’m telling you, he is me, and I am him."

"The Leng Family also has a clothing line, so why did you choose to design for MT?" Wen Nuan looked at Leng Ye, utterly puzzled.

Shouldn’t it go to the family business? But Joe’s design went to MT, not the Leng Family.

"Neither Yan nor my father knows that I’m Joe." After hearing her question, Leng Ye smiled somewhat bitterly: "At the time, I just said it was a hobby, and wouldn’t interfere with my economics major, so my father didn’t object. But, as the chairman of the Leng Family, he hoped I would go into management. Sometimes, when inspiration comes, it’s hard to suppress the urge to express it, so I turned to Tan Qing."

"What a waste of such talent, I didn’t expect that my elder brother doesn’t even have the chance to pursue his passion."

Wen Nuan sighed softly, truly feeling sorry for Leng Ye. But, for a large conglomerate like the Leng Family, it was indeed difficult for Leng Ye to become a professional designer.

"Why are you calling me elder brother again?" Leng Ye intentionally put on a slightly cold face: "Nuannuan, call me Joe."

Wen Nuan’s face flushed slightly, and it took a lot of effort to finally call out: "...Joe."

How awkward it was, to want to meet Joe in person so much before, she even stayed at MT to work because Tan Qing said Joe’s designs were there. But knowing he was so close to her all along, so familiar, the shock completely overshadowed the joy.

She even felt that the Leng Ye in front of her seemed a bit unfamiliar.

Ha!

Wen Nuan bitterly smiled in her heart: God really likes to play jokes on her.

The man she secretly loved for three years unexpectedly became her husband.

The admired designer was actually her husband’s brother.

Oh no, not husband anymore, at most he can only be considered a former spouse.

Former spouse... the word slipped through her mind, and Wen Nuan’s heart trembled painfully.

She quickly tilted her face slightly upwards to suppress the sourness continually rushing to her nose.

"Nuannuan!"

Wen Qingyan was in the living room, looking outside through the large glass, noticing that Leng Ye wasn’t leaving, he got a bit angry: "Why hasn’t he left yet!"

"Nuannuan, Uncle Wen..." Leng Ye looked at Wen Nuan awkwardly: "It’s our Leng Family who let you down, the matter of the fake marriage, it was indeed my father’s fault, Uncle Wen should demand an explanation."

He glanced in the direction of Wen Qingyan, still puzzled at heart.

What exactly prompted Leng Siyan to promise to help the Wen Family’s business and to bring Wen Nuan into the family through marriage?

Was it just to ensure the Leng Family had heirs?

He didn’t think it was just this one reason. If Wen Qingyan went to confront Leng Siyan furiously, then this matter would become clear. Maybe...

A hint of cunning flashed across his heart: Perhaps, through this matter, he could find something beneficial for him.

"Let’s not talk about this matter for now." Wen Nuan smiled bitterly, looking at Leng Ye: "Please leave, my father is really in a bad mood today."

"Alright. Nuannuan, I don’t want to make things difficult for you." Although he was unwilling, Leng Ye nodded understandingly, turned to his car, and brought out a thick notebook: "I have some sorted materials on design in my car, Nuannuan, now that you are a designer, unlike when you were just an assistant, you’ll carry much heavier responsibilities. I hope these can help you."

"Thank you, elder brother... Thank you, Joe..." Realizing her mistake, Wen Nuan quickly corrected herself. She saw from the corner of her eye that Wen Qingyan was already standing at the living room door and quickly gestured for him to get in the car.

She knew her father didn’t have much goodwill towards Leng Ye since the day of the canceled engagement. Adding to that was the issue of the fake marriage certificate from Leng Siyan and Leng Yan’s infidelity, her father was now thoroughly resentful towards the Leng family.

"Nuannuan, are you just going to suffer in silence like this?" Wen Nuan sat down, and Wen Qingyan sighed deeply: "They treated you like this, how can I, as your father, take it lying down? I will not let that bastard Leng Yan off, and as for Leng Siyan, he’s gone too far!"

"Dad." Wen Nuan moved to sit beside Wen Qingyan, biting her lip, struggling to find the right words: "Dad, it’s not entirely Yan’s fault. He didn’t know what he was doing because he was drunk, these days, he’s been constantly looking for me."

Even though she knew her excuses wouldn’t quell Wen Qingyan’s anger, she pathetically defended Leng Yan, and immediately regretted it, almost biting her tongue in frustration.

"Being drunk is an excuse?" Wen Qingyan’s anger was boiling over: "And he said he didn’t know? Hmph, how could he have no impression at all!"

"Could it be..." Wen Nuan was jolted awake by her father’s words: "Dad, Ji Wei has repeatedly threatened to snatch Leng Yan away, but Yan has no intention of changing his mind. Could this have been her doing..."

Her mind cleared a path, Wen Nuan gritted her teeth: "Dad, I need to hurry back to E City now."

Ji Wei is an actress with innate talent in acting. Could it be that she directed and acted this time?

A sense of unspeakable excitement wrapped around her heart, she hoped her guess was correct. Leng Yan said he had no memory of that incident, and perhaps it was truly Ji Wei’s fabricated illusion.

"Nuannuan, you’re talking about going to E City?" Watching his daughter grab her bag in a whirlwind to leave, Wen Qingyan stood up, utterly puzzled.

"Leng Yan is in E City, and so is Ji Wei." With no time to explain further, Wen Nuan checked the time: "Dad, I have to catch the last flight to E City, I must get to the bottom of this."

"I’ll take you." Wen Qingyan saw the determination in her eyes and hastily grabbed the keys.

"Okay."

Wen Nuan agreed, focused solely on finding Leng Yan and Ji Wei and getting to the truth of the matter.

It’s fake, false, it must be false!

Before the plane took off, Wen Nuan’s hands subconsciously clenched into fists as this voice echoed repeatedly in her heart. She suddenly remembered that she had told him where she saw Ji Wei without mentioning that Ji Wei had changed her hairstyle. She instinctively reached for her phone and discovered a nearly devastating issue.

She had forgotten to bring her phone, realizing she had left it on the sofa in her rush to leave. Frustrated, Wen Nuan pinched her temples and boarded the plane with the crowd.

After a three-hour flight, she arrived in E City under a dark sky. Wen Nuan hailed a taxi, eager to rush home. Eager to uncover the truth, she was caught off guard by a scene that deeply shattered her heart.