Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around!-Chapter 460 - 424: She is Just a Little Wild Cat, Loves to Scratch People
"Darling, have a good day at work."
On Monday, Wen Nuan and Tong Xi talked on the phone ten minutes before work, both with radiant smiles of joy. Wen Nuan was even more thrilled when she heard Tong Xi say that her mentor was Lin Xue: "Xixi, make sure to do your best, and please send my regards to Master for me."
She always admired Lin Xue, and Tong Xi working under her would surely learn a lot. Of course, her excitement stemmed from another important reason. Lin Xue had significant influence with Tan Qing, and if she could also give them a little push, Tong Xi’s beautiful love story would be even closer.
"I will."
Tong Xi laughed softly, watching Tan Qing and Lin Xue approach from afar, a smile naturally appearing in her eyes.
This opportunity was one she fought for herself.
When Tan Qing asked her to continue helping him, Tong Xi was determined to strive for her own happiness. Through Wen Nuan, she had long known about Lin Xue’s character. On one hand, she wanted to learn better things, and on the other hand, she hoped, like Nuannuan, that Lin Xue could help her avoid detours on the road to love.
"Master," Tong Xi called out sweetly.
"Tong Xi, welcome."
Lin Xue had met Tong Xi once before. Seeing her waiting at the office door, she smiled and walked up, taking a good look at her: "Young Master Tan has a good eye, sending me another beautiful assistant." She spoke in an exaggerated manner, pursing her lips, but her eyes shone with a smile she couldn’t conceal, "Oh dear, what am I going to do? I used to think I was quite beautiful, but now my assistants outshine me every time."
Tong Xi sweetly smiled, "Nuannuan and I both think Master is the most beautiful."
"You two have such sweet mouths." Lin Xue laughed, glancing at Tan Qing and then at Tong Xi, her laughter growing even more joyous.
"A beauty indeed, but Lin Xue, I must remind you to be prepared. Compared to Nuannuan, her temper is much worse. Nuannuan is so gentle." Tan Qing raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile on his lips: "This one here is like a little wild cat, loves to scratch people..."
"Tan Qing!"
Tong Xi gritted her teeth and kicked out, but Tan Qing caught her ankle, his laughter even more joyous: "How about it, Lin Xue, did you witness it?"
In the office, rubbing her aching ankle, Tong Xi glared angrily at Tan Qing.
Naughty man, he really treated her like a buddy, not distinguishing between men and women, that’s why he didn’t show any pity.
"It can’t be that exaggerated, right?"
Not a trace of worry appeared on Tan Qing’s face, there was even a hint of teasing in the corner of his eyes: "You and Nuannuan are Taekwondo experts; besides, I didn’t use any force just now."
"My ankle is still recovering..."
Tong Xi said, tears welling up in her big eyes, lowering her head in grievance, lifting the pant leg to show him: "That night on my way back from your house, I accidentally tripped on the stairs. Yet you’re still bullying me!"
"And you still dared to kick me like that just now?"
The red and swollen area gave Tan Qing a shock: "Go to the hospital and get medicine."
"No need." Tong Xi shook her head in refusal, went to grab her bag, giving him a white-eyed look: "I only kicked you because you pissed me off."
"Planning to wait until you’re crippled to get medicine?" Tan Qing didn’t think twice, and picked her up horizontally. Tong Xi tried to dodge, her body pressed against his, her lips moved but swallowed back the words, obediently snuggling in his embrace.
She had medicine in her bag but didn’t want to take it out now, nor did she want to tell him. She liked seeing him worry about her; at times like this, she could feel that he cared for her, regaining the confidence to pursue him.
His embrace was broad and comfortable. Against his left chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, a smile quietly formed on her lips. But Tan Qing walked fast, not noticing at all.
Lin Xue watched the two disappearing figures, her lips involuntarily curling up. Her phone rang, showing Wen Nuan’s number, and she answered joyfully: "Expecting mom, what made you think of calling Master?"
"Your disciple needs Master’s help." Wen Nuan played mischievously with a laugh.
She relayed Tong Xi’s feelings to Lin Xue, and the two of them analyzed the success rate between Tan Qing and Tong Xi, getting more and more engrossed until Leng Yan returned from outside. Seeing Wen Nuan’s phone, his face slightly darkened, causing Wen Nuan to hurriedly put it down, looking sheepishly at Leng Yan with a smile: "You came back so quickly..."
"Confiscated!" Leng Yan spread his palm.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, looking at him aggrievedly, hiding the phone behind her back: "I won’t do it for such a long time in the future."
"No phone for three days!"
Leng Yan was impartial, and with one hand hugged her waist, gently tapped her cheek, while the other hand swiftly took the phone away.
"Leng Yan! You’re too much!"
Wen Nuan ground her teeth painfully: "You bully me! You said you’d arrange work for me when you came back, but it’s been two hours, and besides having me sit here, you just gave me a pile of fairy tale books to read, do you think I’m a three-year-old? I haven’t helped with anything, and it gets more boring the more I look. The rare chance to chat with Master was also taken away by you."
"Really angry?" Leng Yan saw her turn her head, showing only her back to him, and approached with a chuckle, hugging her waist gently from behind: "Good wife, I..."
"What do you mean you?" Wen Nuan snorted coldly: "You’re just going to say this is for my own good, don’t want me to tire, I’ve heard that too much; my ears are calloused already."
She was so bored; if this continued, she’d fall ill. She initially hoped that coming here she could do something, but he hadn’t arranged anything for her.
"Look, what’s this?" Leng Yan stole a quick kiss on her lips with a smile, handing over something in his hand: "Now it won’t be boring, will it?"
"Fashion design?!"
The displeasure on Wen Nuan’s face vanished instantly, with a smile spreading through her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Leng Yan’s neck, giving him a big kiss: "Thank you, hubby."
"Don’t tire yourself." Leng Yan smiled lightly, his lips pressed together.
These were things he had just gone to Leng Family’s affiliate fashion company to arrange, brought by the director, suitable for Nuannuan to work on. He didn’t want her working at a subsidiary while pregnant, so he brought it back to the office to keep her by his side.
"I know my limits." Wen Nuan nodded, glancing down at her increasingly visible belly with a happy smile.
Having such a husband, how fortunate she was, not losing him, she dreamt with sweet feelings.
"Ouch—"
In the hospital, as the nurse gently applied medicine to Tong Xi’s ankle, she gasped, clutching Tan Qing’s fingers tightly for comfort.
"Bear with it, it’ll be over soon." Tan Qing softly comforted, his hand gripped painfully by her, yet without a trace of complaint.
An inexplicable emotion was stirring in his heart, giving him a slight start. He closed his eyes, forcing that strange emotion back.
He didn’t want to know what it was; meeting Tong Xi’s gaze, enduring the pain, a trace of pain surfaced in his heart.
The medication was applied quickly, the nurse instructed: "Try to minimize activity on this foot, and let your boyfriend handle things for you. Especially avoid elevating it."
