Chapter 9: The Strange Gift

The car drove out of the villa area and stopped in a woodland.

Warm sunlight streamed in, Leng Yan squinted his eyes slightly as he pulled out his phone, looking at the large screen, a smile perched on his lips.

Short and sarcastic.

That woman must have finished the milk by now, huh! Soon, Sister Liu would hand her something, and after seeing it, what would she think?

Would she immediately call him furiously?

The tenderness of last night contrasts sharply with today's ruthless coldness.

Such a stark contrast, enough to leave a lasting impression!

He just wanted to tell her that last night's tenderness was merely to toy with her, to lift her up into the sky and then throw her into the mud. Let her suffer in this drastic contrast, in pain and embarrassment!

Originally, he hadn't planned on going into the guest room, but the thought of being tender and then cold to her was more fun, so he stepped into the bedroom. However, he didn't want to turn on the light, didn't want to see her face. Compared to a woman who voluntarily came to bind him, he would rather do such things with a stranger...

But... he touched his smooth chin, his lips pressed slightly, revealing a satisfied smile:

Undeniably, the taste of the eldest daughter of the Wen family... was not ordinary...

She didn't repel him, even her naivety enchanted him somewhat...

She might make a nice warm companion, he maliciously thought.

The garden of the Leng family was large, and since it was April, many flowers were already blooming in a flurry of colors. After a slight drizzle last night, there were some clear dewdrops, making them appear even more charming and varied.

There were even gardenias that she liked here, but unfortunately, there were only lush green leaves, no blooming flowers yet.

Wen Nuan smiled, thinking it must be the gardener from the Wen family who made them bloom early because she liked these flowers.

Looking at these gardenias made her homesick. Although she could call this place home, she couldn't find the sense of home.

"Young Madam, this is something the Young Master asked me to give you. He said it's a gift for you."

Just as she sat down on a wicker chair, Sister Ping came over, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box.

"Why didn't he give it to me himself?" Wen Nuan wondered as she stared at the box, elegant and beautiful. But she didn't know what was inside, or why he was giving her a gift. Was it an apology for not coming back on time yesterday?

But wouldn't giving it in person show more sincerity?

Sister Ping smiled and said, "The Young Master said he left in a hurry this morning, and he forgot the box in the cabinet. He just called me and asked me to take it out for you."

Pausing slightly, Sister Ping's eyes smiled even more: "The Young Master rarely treats anyone like this, Young Madam, looks like he really likes you and is very attentive to you. He also said he hopes this gift can surprise you."

Surprise?

What could be inside? This mysterious husband of hers was becoming more and more unfathomable. Nuannuan smiled gently, "Thank you, Sister Ping."

Before leaving, Sister Ping handed her a note, saying, "By the way, Young Madam. This is the Young Master's phone number, he said if you need anything, you can call this number directly."

Lightly unwrapping it, on top was a letter, the ocean blue color was very pure. Beneath it was an exquisite little package.

What's going on?

Wen Nuan slightly furrowed her brows, and unfolded the letter, several vigorous and forceful handwriting immediately appeared before her eyes.