Chapter 104: Huan Yan, You're So Sweet

Leng Jian Yue's face tightened, but he said, "That doesn't affect our relationship. I told you long ago, whether you're single, married, divorced, all of it doesn't hinder my pursuit of you. I'm perfectly open about it."

Song Huan Yan, too lazy to reply, stood up and said, "Then take your time sitting."

After speaking, she stepped out of the office.

Song Huan Yan left, while Sang Wan remained at her desk.

Sang Wan looked at Leng Jian Yue and asked, "Do you really like Yan Yan?"

Leng Jian Yue tilted his head and said, "Can't you tell?"

Sang Wan fell silent for a moment, then said, "Oh."

After speaking, she also lifted her foot and walked out.

Is this meant to leave him sitting alone in the office?

Halfway there, Sang Wan was stopped as Leng Jian Yue suddenly said, "Stop."

Sang Wan halted.

Leng Jian Yue stepped forward, looked at her, and after a moment suddenly said, "You don't have feelings for me, do you?"

Sang Wan was startled, then said, "You're overthinking."

Leng Jian Yue slowly raised an eyebrow, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He took a drag and said, "Useless. I like Song Huan Yan; I'm not interested in you."

Sang Wan frowned slightly, then nodded, "Hmm, got it."

After speaking, she walked around him and left.

Leng Jian Yue: "…"

This woman… is somewhat interesting…

Got it, what does that mean?

Sang Wan and Song Huan Yan ran to the break room and just sat down.

Song Huan Yan then received a voice message from Nan Gong Yu, who said, "Huan Yan, I'm coming to pick you up, about half an hour."

Song Huan Yan replied, "Okay."

It's not quitting time yet; it seems he came early.

Song Huan Yan and Sang Wan returned to the office.

Song Huan Yan said, "Lord Nan Gong will be here in half an hour."

Leng Jian Yue wore an indifferent expression.

Song Huan Yan was too lazy to bother him.

Half an hour later.

Nan Gong Yu arrived at Song Huan Yan's executive office, and upon entering, saw Leng Jian Yue.

He immediately frowned and his face turned cold.

He gave Leng Jian Yue a single glance, then withdrew his gaze, stepped forward, looked at Song Huan Yan, and asked, "Since when did you start keeping a dog?"

Song Huan Yan smiled slightly.

Leng Jian Yue's face went completely dark.

Song Huan Yan stood up, pursed her lips, and looked at Nan Gong Yu, "I didn't keep one. It came on its own; I can't even chase it away."

Nan Gong Yu stood beside Song Huan Yan and looked at Leng Jian Yue.

Leng Jian Yue stood up and greeted, "Lord Nan Gong, long time no see."

Nan Gong Yu put both hands in his pockets, his voice cold and sharp, "I haven't seen you at all."

Leng Jian Yue twitched his lips and fell silent.

Nan Gong Yu stared at him, "The Leng Clan's film and TV company probably won't cooperate with Huan Yan's. So what does it mean that you came to my wife's side? Looking for trouble? Or murder?"

Leng Jian Yue smiled slightly, his attitude still pleasant, and said, "Lord Nan Gong, you're joking. It's just a case of a graceful lady and a worthy gentleman."

Nan Gong Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly, but his gaze grew colder; he reached out, took Song Huan Yan's hand, looked at Leng Jian Yue, and said, "Oh? Bold, aren't you. Too bad she's already my wife."

Leng Jian Yue was indeed bold, and said outright, "That doesn't affect my pursuit of the one I love."

Nan Gong Yu was slightly taken aback, then nodded, his tone even more icy, "Fine, if you want to be a dog, no one will stop you. Do it properly, be a decent dog."

Those few words made Leng Jian Yue's previously softened expression instantly turn black and icy again.

Nan Gong Yu also gave no ground, looking at him sharply, "What? Not accepting?"

Leng Jian Yue's face changed again, he licked his lips, "I submit. Who would dare defy Lord Nan Gong?"

Nan Gong Yu didn't want to engage him, turned his gaze to Song Huan Yan, and asked, "Can we leave now?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded.

His hand in his was incredibly warm and steady.

And the way he spoke, that style, she really… liked it, it suited her taste.

Talking with different people feels different, yet especially fitting.

Meng Zhangfeng, always self‑assured, stepped forward and extended his hand, "Young Madam."

Song Huan Yan handed him the bag.

Nan Gong Yu was about to step forward, but suddenly saw a flower in the trash can.

He immediately guessed.

He looked at Leng Jian Yue and said, "So poor? Just this shabby bunch of flowers? President Leng, is the company's performance bad?"

That was truly cutting and poisonous‑tongued.

Leng Jian Yue simply said nothing.

Nan Gong Yu added, "No wonder you can even produce a single bouquet. Since you're this poor, don't come out and embarrass yourself."

Leng Jian Yue said, "How could I possibly compare with you."

Nan Gong Yu, with a cold expression, pursed his lips, "Oh, you still remember."

That single sentence made Leng Jian Yue even more furious.

His choked breath almost couldn't be drawn.

Song Huan Yan was teased into a smile.

However, Leng Jian Yue quickly calmed down; facing Nan Gong Yu he could only be embarrassed, and he had already prepared for that.

So… he was also unafraid.

"Let's go," Nan Gong Yu said, looking at Song Huan Yan, "so we don't get made a fool of."

Song Huan Yan almost laughed out loud from his teasing.

"Fine," Song Huan Yan said, smiling and nodding.

She couldn't help but glance at Nan Gong Yu again.

It was the first time she realized Nan Gong Yu's mouth could be so cutting.

Truly infuriating beyond measure.

But when he said those words, they didn't repel anyone; instead they seemed perfectly natural.

Because he ought to be so lofty, so fearless, and unrelenting.

Speaking like that didn't diminish his charm at all; on the contrary, it somehow made him even more charismatic.

The two walked hand‑in‑hand, leaving Leng Jian Yue disheveled in the wind.

Sang Wan lifted her bag, looked at Leng Jian Yue, "You asked for it. Now that everyone's gone, if you still want to stay in the office, go help clean up."

After saying that, Sang Wan also left.

Leng Jian Yue: "......"

Damn, what is he, still cleaning up?!

He even says he's ugly??

Song Huan Yan and Lord Yu got into the car, still driven by Meng Changfeng.

It takes over forty minutes to drive from here to Nan Gong Old Residence.

After getting in, Nan Gong Yu looked at Song Huan Yan, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"You mean Leng Jian Yue?" Song Huan Yan said.

"Hmm." Nan Gong Yu nodded and casually pulled Song Huan Yan into his arms.

Having a wife is great; my own wife, legitimate and proper, I can hug whenever I want; it feels wonderful.

Song Huan Yan blushed a bit; his embrace… was very firm.

So it was full of security, carrying his scent, an indescribable cool, faint fragrance.

"I actually don't know what he meant," Song Huan Yan said, "After he went mad that day, the next day he came to my office saying he didn't mind and still wanted to pursue me. I told him I was married; he just used that as an excuse, saying it wouldn't affect anything. After that… he often came to my office bringing flowers."

Song Huan Yan paused, her delicate brows slightly furrowing, "But he never did anything excessive; he just came to sit. Sometimes he made a few sharp remarks, sometimes he sat playing on his phone. I ignored him, yet he kept coming tirelessly."

"I didn't tell you because… I'm also embarrassed to bring this up," Song Huan Yan whispered, "If I said it, you'd think I'm bragging."

Nan Gong Yu replied with a hum, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Huan Yan thought seriously, "There's really nothing much to do about this. He's neither aggressive nor invasive, and he stubbornly says that regardless of my situation, he'll keep pursuing… which makes it harder. The best solution is to ignore him."

Nan Gong Yu thought for a moment, agreeing, "Your approach is fine. If he wants to be a dog, let him be; no need to block him. Once he loses interest, he won't come back."

Song Huan Yan nodded, paused a second, then said, "It's just that I don't know if his actions have anything to do with Miss Leng."

Nan Gong Yu's eyes hardened slightly, holding her hand in his palm, "Whether it's related or not doesn't matter. As long as he's ill, that's fine. We'll live our lives; we can't manage everyone's thoughts, it's impossible to eliminate everyone. As long as we live our days well, that's enough."

Song Huan Yan quite agreed, and didn't continue the topic.

She thought, Leng Jian Yue probably wouldn't hold on much longer.

While she was still thinking, Nan Gong Yu suddenly called her, "Huan Yan."

Song Huan Yan snapped back, turned her head slightly, "Hmm?"

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, a smile tugging his lips, "I said it this afternoon."

Before Song Huan Yan could recall what she had said, Nan Gong Yu's lips kissed her.

Gentle and lingering, it surged forward.

He only released his lips after her face flushed and her breathing quickened.

Nan Gong Yu's eyes darkened, his thumb gently pinching her jaw, like an excellent guide, his voice deep, "Madam seems to have improved."

Those words turned Song Huan Yan's beautiful face pink.

She had no idea what to say.

It seemed like that.

Compared to last night's first kiss, this time she seemed to understand a bit, so she wasn't as awkward or nervous.

It seemed… she cautiously responded to his lip‑and‑tongue entanglement.

That feeling… was like a burst of fireworks igniting on the tip of her heart, dazzling beyond measure.

She actually… liked it a bit.

Seeing her red‑faced and silent, Nan Gong Yu chuckled lightly.

He kissed her lips again, pulled her into his arms, toyed with her beautiful hand, pressed his lips to her ear, breathing warm air, "Huan Yan, you're so sweet."

Song Huan Yan's face reddened further, her head feeling a bit dizzy.

Afterwards, he kissed her ear again, whispering, "I really like it."

Song Huan Yan's heart inexplicably raced uncontrollably, pounding rapidly.

For a second or two she was at a loss, then it felt as if a tingling, numb sensation rose at the tip of her heart.

She didn't know what this feeling was.

"How about you?" Nan Gong Yu asked her again, "Do you like it?"

Song Huan Yan's fingers involuntarily curled, and she slightly opened her mouth, "Hmm, I like it."

After saying that, she felt even more embarrassed, a bit bewildered.

Her voice somehow inexplicably became soft and delicate.

Nan Gong Yu laughed, "As long as you like it."

After saying that, Nan Gong Yu just held her without saying another word.

Song Huan Yan couldn't see his face, but rested her head on the shoulder of Nan Gong Yu, watching the clean, slender, strong fingers of Nan Gong Yu toy with hers.

Nan Gong Yu was thinking.

The first kiss, Song Huan Yan was like a novice, very nervous, at a loss.

The second kiss, she was noticeably much better.

This is the proper gradual progression, a feeling of becoming familiar after the first time.

If it were "pretended."

Clearly impossible to achieve such natural, seamless perfection.

Nervous awkwardness might be faked, but the second time, naturally much better, how could one pretend that?

That's hard to fake, especially when the timing is just right with a slight improvement; it's impossible to pretend.

So...

She actually hasn't had these experiences?