Chapter 60: Like Being in Love

She reached for the phone and couldn't help wondering whether it was sent by Nan Gong Yu.

Based on the time difference, it should be morning over there.

So, did he just wake up?

Song Huan Yan opened WeChat, and indeed she hadn't guessed wrong—it was a message from Nan Gong Yu.

It was still a voice message.

Song Huan Yan slightly pursed her lips and opened the message.

Nan Gong Yu's voice came through, "Huan Yan, good morning. Did you rest well last night?"

Song Huan Yan lowered her eyelids and typed a reply, "I'm okay, did you get up?"

Leng Jian Yue heard the voice message, and his complexion turned exceedingly dark.

Thinking of how he clashed with Nan Gong Yu yesterday, it was all humiliation!

But he could only endure it; Leng Jian Yue's face grew even darker as he stared at Song Huan Yan.

She was truly beautiful; the way she lowered her eyes to send a message was as beautiful as a finely carved artwork, like a flawless porcelain doll, making one drool.

Regardless of romance, a woman this beautiful makes men unable to let go, unable to forget, and eager to obtain her.

Nan Gong Yu replied, and Song Huan Yan opened it; their voice was cool and steady, "Hmm, just got up. I'm getting ready; there's a summit I need to attend."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow slowly; he had once again reported his whereabouts to her.

Song Huan Yan's beautiful lips tightened slightly.

From seeing Leng Jian Yue's cold face to now smiling like this, she felt an indescribable aura surrounding her.

Like being in love?

Or perhaps like being intensely nurtured.

Leng Jian Yue felt even more uneasy inside.

Song Huan Yan was indeed in a good mood because of Nan Gong Yu's message; after a moment she typed, "Alright, you be busy."

After sending, she thought for a moment and added a few caring words, "Remember to eat on time and stay safe when you go out."

Nan Gong Yu replied quickly, a hint of laughter in their voice, saying, "Okay, I'll listen to my wife's words."

Song Huan Yan's face flushed inexplicably after hearing the voice message.

Leng Jian Yue's complexion instantly shifted from dark to sullen, and he was so angry his chest began to rise and fall.

One calls her "wife," the other a flushed face??

What is going on?

Are they treating him like a dead person!

Song Huan Yan replied, "Then I won't bother you any further; no need to reply."

She also happened to need to deal with Leng Jian Yue.

After sending the message, Song Huan Yan placed the phone on the desk, looked at Leng Jian Yue, and said, "We only had a blind date, and there was no real connection. It's perfectly normal for a blind date not to work out; I don't even know why you made a fuss about it. Now you know I've already married, and it's a man you can't afford to provoke, so you should understand to stop and not entangle further. Otherwise things will become ugly and unresolvable. I think the Leng Clan's leader can't be a fool; they must see more clearly than I do. Continuing to entangle you would only bring countless harms and no benefit, right?"

Upon hearing that, Leng Jian Yue inexplicably laughed, and no one knew why he laughed.

Song Huan Yan frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Leng Jian Yue said, "I laugh because Miss Song is so naive and cute. Your being married doesn't conflict with my continuing to pursue you. You are married to yours, I am pursuing mine."

Hearing that, Song Huan Yan's eyes widened slightly; she could not accept such worldview‑shaking remarks.

Song Huan Yan looked at him for a moment and said, "Your idea is rather novel. General Leng is so meddlesome and persistent, even Lord Nan Gong doesn't mind; is your purpose to help your sister?"

Leng Jian Yue chuckled dismissively, "What does she have to do with it? My brother and I each mind our own affairs and never interfere with each other. I simply like you, I'm deeply fascinated by you. I've waited for you for several years; do you think I'm speaking nonsense? You didn't choose me, and I feel regretful and heartbroken. No matter what, I will keep pursuing you, Miss Song, life is still long, isn't it? Can you and Lord Nan Gong be together for a lifetime? If you can, then I'm happy to be a witness. Anyway, Huan Yan, I must have you; I'm willing to wait, willing to chase, willing to keep liking you this way—that's my business."

After speaking, his phone rang; he answered, gave a brief reply, and hung up.

He looked at Song Huan Yan and said, "I have something to attend to; I'll leave first."

Song Huan Yan lowered her eyelids while sorting documents, completely ignoring him.

He seemed perfectly at ease and didn't feel awkward about being ignored.

He suddenly stood up, placed both hands on the office desk, leaned his upper body forward, and said, "Miss Song, the way you force yourself is especially beautiful, and naively too cute. You don't understand, competition between men never ends with marriage; it can last a lifetime."

Song Huan Yan still ignored him, treating him like air, yet he added, "Got it, big baby?"

Even Song Huan Yan's usually calm temperament was provoked; she grabbed a folder and hurled it at him, "Get out!"

Leng Jian Yue caught the folder, not angry but laughing, placed it on the office desk, turned and left.

Song Huan Yan pressed her hand to her forehead.

Leng Jian Yue left the office; in the lounge, Sang Wan, who had been watching and listening the whole time, stood up and said, "I'll go out and have a word with him."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow slowly, wanting to say something but feeling it might be inappropriate.

Sang Wan seemed truly different toward Leng Jian Yue.

"Okay." Song Huan Yan nodded, not objecting.

Sang Wan left the office and chased after Leng Jian Yue in the Company Lobby.

Leng Jian Yue had already stepped out of the company gates; Sang Wan stepped forward at the doorway and called, "General Leng, wait a moment."

Leng Jian Yue halted, turned his gaze to Sang Wan, and raised an eyebrow slowly, "I didn't hit anyone this time, do I still need to compensate?"

Sang Wan shook his head, "No."

Leng Jian Yue said, "Oh, are you coming to help Huan Yan scold me?"

Sang Wan fell silent for a moment, offering no answer.

Leng Jian Yue slightly frowned, raised his hand to glance at his wristwatch, a hint of impatience, and said, "If there's something, speak."

Sang Wan looked at him and said, "Yan Yan has already married Lord Nan Gong; by provoking her this way, aren't you afraid of completely angering Lord Nan Gong and causing the Leng Clan to be shattered as well?"

"So you're here to criticize me," Leng Jian Yue snorted, "Competition between men is fair and reasonable; if he can marry Song Huan Yan, I can keep liking and pursuing Song Huan Yan. As for being shattered… you're overthinking it. My sister owes Lord Nan Gong a great debt, so he would never destroy the Leng Clan; you needn't worry about that."

Sang Wan frowned, "What debt?"

Leng Jian Yue had little patience for Sang Wan and no particularly good attitude either. He said, "It's none of your business."

Having said that, Leng Jian Yue immediately strode away, his entire demeanor exuding an overbearing and domineering air.

Sang Wan said, "Do you really not remember me at all?"

These words made Leng Jian Yue stop in his tracks again. He turned back suspiciously and asked, "What? What do I need to remember about you? Have we ever had anything between us?"

He looked genuinely puzzled, not at all like he was faking it.

Sang Wan frowned, then lowered her gaze, seeming quite disappointed, before saying, "Nothing."

It seemed he truly didn't remember.

After saying this, Sang Wan turned and walked away.

But Leng Jian Yue seemed to have developed some interest. He said, "Stop."

Sang Wan halted.

Leng Jian Yue stepped closer. "Between us... isn't it just that you came to me in person last time to demand payment? The Sang Family daughter is willing to be Song Huan Yan's assistant—such a close bond. Also, if we're talking about points of connection... it's that your elder brother wanted a marriage alliance with my sister?"

Just a few days ago, Sang Wan's elder brother, Sang Tinghe, the head of the Sang Family, had proposed a marriage alliance to Leng Bai Wei.

Sang Wan pressed her lips together, clearly in low spirits, and said, "Mm, you're right. Those are probably the only connections."

Leng Jian Yue raised an eyebrow, finding Sang Wan rather strange, then sneered, "The Sang Family is indeed decent, and Sang Tinghe is not a bad person either. He's always liked Weiwei—he's her lapdog. But... my sister has been with Lord Yu before. Do you think... she could take a liking to your elder brother? I advise you to go home and talk some sense into him, tell him to give up that hope."

Sang Wan took a deep breath, staring at Leng Jian Yue with defiance. "And aren't you being a lapdog right now?"

These words choked Leng Jian Yue up. His face darkened as he said, "Don't compare me to your elder brother."

After saying this, Leng Jian Yue asked again, "Besides those two things... did we have any other connection before?"

Sang Wan took a deep breath and shook her head. "No."

Leng Jian Yue probably found her somewhat inexplicable. He shot her an annoyed glance, then lifted his foot and left.

Sang Wan returned to the office.

Song Huan Yan couldn't help but ask, "Sang Sang, you... what did you say to Leng Jian Yue? Was it to speak up for me?"

Sang Wan sat down in her office chair and nodded. "Mm."

Song Huan Yan said, "No need. Don't provoke him. With a personality like his, the more you provoke him, the more he'll push back."

Sang Wan nodded.

Song Huan Yan added, "You... do you have some kind of thing for him? Can you tell me?"

Sang Wan shook her head in denial. "It's nothing."

"Oh." Song Huan Yan nodded. Since Sang Wan didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force her.

After thinking for a moment, Song Huan Yan said, "Good, as long as it's nothing. By the way, Sang Sang, don't do anything for my sake. I can handle it. Besides, with Nan Gong Yu around, Leng Jian Yue wouldn't dare act recklessly. You don't know how spineless he is in front of Nan Gong Yu."

"Mm." Sang Wan responded.

Song Huan Yan left it at that and didn't say more.

She and Sang Wan had grown up together; both Sang Wan and Tang Chenge had a chivalrous and loyal nature.

She was really afraid that Sang Wan, because Leng Jian Yue was harassing her, would step in chivalrously and end up provoking Leng Jian Yue.

But if Sang Wan had some different feelings for Leng Jian Yue, or liked him, then that would be a different matter.

If that were the case, her position would become quite awkward and delicate, making it even less convenient to say too much.

In the afternoon.

Song Qicheng was in a meeting at the company when suddenly his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, and his brow immediately furrowed.

It was... Nan Gong Yu calling him...

Song Qicheng paused the meeting, picked up the cigarette pack from the conference table, and left the meeting room.

Staring at the screen, Song Qicheng was silent for quite a while before swiping to answer.

He still took the initiative to greet politely, "Lord Yu, are you looking for me about something?"

Nan Gong Yu didn't speak, but the sound of a lighter clicking came through the phone. He seemed to have lit a cigarette.

After a moment, Nan Gong Yu finally said, "How much do you remember from last night?"

Song Qicheng's brow furrowed even tighter. His heart was also aching as he said, "Not much."

Nan Gong Yu didn't speak.

It was a long while before he spoke again. "Song Qicheng, I always thought you were steady enough..."

Song Qicheng lowered his gaze.

"But you still disappointed me." Nan Gong Yu continued, "You blurted out feelings you'd hidden for so long. Besides hurting Huan Yan, what did you gain?"

Song Qicheng fell even more silent.

Nan Gong Yu also said nothing.

After a long pause, Song Qicheng finally said, "What... did I hurt her about?"

Nan Gong Yu's voice dropped several degrees in coldness. "What do you think?"