Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around!-Chapter 227 - 226: Hand Injury

She just wanted to find someone to bump into her and cause a miscarriage, she didn’t really want to harm Wen Nuan. After all, the child in her belly was the greatest threat to her. Li Qiu liked children; if this wasn’t dealt with, Li Qiu would never let Leng Yan divorce Wen Nuan and marry her.

"But I don’t want her to get hurt!"

Leng Ye’s voice carried a chilling coldness, his eyes mixed with deep sarcasm, "Ji Wei, don’t you pride yourself on being smart? Why didn’t you notice her shoes? If she were really pregnant, would she be wearing high heels?"

Ji Wei’s mind buzzed, as if the word "stupid" was floating before her eyes.

She hadn’t noticed this; maybe her worry had shrouded everything else. Her thoughts were entirely focused on how Leng Yan was treating Wen Nuan better and better. She thought Leng Yan’s change toward her was all because of the baby and neglected one of the most common-sense issues.

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The driver’s seat door opened, and Wen Nuan quickly turned her face away, carefully wiping away the tears, then smiled at Leng Ye: "Thank you, big brother."

"No need to be so polite with me, is there?" Leng Ye smiled, stretching out his hand to ruffle her hair, "Nuannuan, you seem in a bad mood."

Of course, she’d be feeling terrible. Wen Nuan bitterly smiled to herself, shaking her head with tender eyes: "Maybe I’m just too tired these past few days."

Leng Ye opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word, his throat stuffed as if blocked with cotton.

She was clearly not doing well, yet she wouldn’t say a bad word about Leng Yan; he felt indignant but also knew he couldn’t be unrelated to everything that happened. He hated Leng Yan and hated himself for his decision to break off the engagement!

The car started, and Leng Ye and she seemed to have agreed not to speak, silently watching the road ahead.

"Nuannuan—"

Outside the hotel, Leng Yan saw Wen Nuan inside a car and shouted loudly. But the car had already started before he spoke, driving far away.

Seeing the familiar car model and license plate, Leng Yan’s thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line, his dark eyes filled with gloom. Furiously, he punched a tree beside him. The rough bark scratched his hand, allowing bright red blood to trickle out, it hurt, but he just looked coldly, clenching his teeth while muttering a name.

Leng Ye!

Does he really want to take Wen Nuan back? Does he, as an older brother, even understand what family is...?

Pulled out his phone, gritting his teeth, he called Wen Nuan.

The phone rang, Wen Nuan glanced at it, letting it ring.

"Leng Yan’s?" Leng Ye, driving, glanced at her phone.

"Yes." Wen Nuan smiled wearily, since it was seen, there was nothing to hide.

Leng Ye was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice:

"Nuannuan, are you unhappy with Leng Yan again? If you’re not happy, don’t force yourself. You have the right to pursue happiness, I don’t like seeing you unhappy every time. You really don’t know how seeing you like this makes people heartache."

It makes people heartache, you know? Makes one regret, why did I run away from the engagement then. Makes me want to just take you away and make you my wife...

Wen Nuan’s heart trembled slightly, she remained silent.

She didn’t want this either, she also wanted to be happy like before. But ever since marrying him, her happiness never lasted long. She saw Leng Yan’s love for her, but also saw the lingering attachment to Ji Wei.

But, she couldn’t confidently demand Leng Yan to ignore Ji Wei.

After all, Ji Wei’s past misfortune was directly related to Leng Yan. He ruined Ji Wei and wanted to atone, yet she had no reason to confidently intervene.

She knew Leng was in a dilemma, but she was also in turmoil.

Even though she believed Leng Yan merely took care of Ji Wei without anything happening between them, what about in the future?

How many more of such incidents would occur? Ji Wei was always adamant about winning Leng Yan back. In fact, she was advancing step by step. But Leng Yan wouldn’t believe it.

Helpless as she was, she couldn’t stop Leng Yan from anything.

The phone kept ringing, Wen Nuan staring at the flashing screen, finally biting her lip, she put it on silent.

"Leng Yan, your hand..."

Returning expressionlessly, Leng Yan pushed open the ajar Guest Room door, and a concerned voice immediately sounded.

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