Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around!-Chapter 12: Wooden Nerves

"Did you give her the gift I sent?" Leng Yan asked Sister Ping indifferently.

"As the Young Master instructed, I've already given it to her. I also gave the phone number to the Young Madam."

"Did she open it?"

Leng Yan held his breath as he asked, afraid of missing any word from Sister Ping.

It doesn't make sense, after such humiliation, how could she not have any complaints!

"The Young Madam did see it..." Sister Ping recalled that when she was working, she saw Wen Nuan unwrapping it from a distance.

"What was her reaction?" Leng Yan was even more puzzled. She saw it; how come she didn't call him?

"Oh, she didn't seem to have much of a reaction, didn't say whether she liked it or not. Earlier, she even asked me for the car keys to go out... she looked quite happy, maybe it's because she liked the gift from the Young Master..."

Sister Ping thought for a while, told Leng Yan what she saw, and then asked, "Young Master, do you have matters with the Young Madam?"

"No." Leng Yan's voice remained calm, but his dark eyes were filled with inexplicable anger.

How could she not be angry yet still be so happy!

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Damn woman, are her nerves made of wood?

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Here, the return visit is a big event. Many things need to be prepared, and Wen Nuan focused on buying everything in a mall, asking the staff there to help put them in the car.

It was still early, and her mouth was a bit thirsty. In her memory, she remembered there was a nice ice cream shop next to this mall. She smiled slightly, carrying the car keys, and walked in that direction.

The shop was indeed still there, though the sign had been replaced and the staff changed. But the place was still as good, and the flavors remained to her liking.

Wen Nuan chose five flavors and asked the server to lay them out on the table, eating them slowly, indifferent to the gazes of others. Even though the weather was warm now, eating so much was still somewhat cold.

But, she liked it.

When she's happy, she likes to savor that joy while eating.

When she's not in a good mood, she also likes to eat ice cream, beautifully naming it as dessert for stress relief.

She always wanted to eat until she was numb. To fill her mouth with the sweet scent of ice cream, driving out the pain suppressed in her heart.

When Mom passed away, for nearly a month, she ate at least five ice creams a day.

When she went to France, her French was not good enough. When tired, annoyed, and homesick, she also ate ice cream.

Fortunately, her body was inexplicably good. She belongs to those who eat without getting fat.

So what is her mood today?

She ate with her head down, seriously, as tears dripped into the cup. It's okay, she kept eating. Let the bitterness of the tears blend into the ice cream, the bitterness faded away, and it still tasted sweet.

Actually, it's not that there was no bitter taste, she just didn't want to care.

Just like this marriage, she was powerless to change anything. That man's vileness, she had seen too much in these two days. Who knows how much there will be in the future, she didn't want to care.

Because she didn't want to get hurt.

A man whose appearance she still didn't know, a man who insulted his own wife...

Wasn't worth it!

This woman... really is... the more Leng Yan thought about it, the angrier he got. He lit a cigarette but felt bored before taking a puff, so he snorted coldly and dialed a number.

"Yan, how come you thought of calling me on the second day of your marriage?"

Danni's voice sounded as if she was still in a dream; looking up at the sky, Leng Yan's lips curled into a faint smile.