Chapter 858: 858: What a Junk Car, Don't Want It Anymore
But none of that mattered anymore.
Xiao Ling called out to Wen Rendong.
Wen Rendong was about to get out of the car, thinking she wanted him to stay, when his brow furrowed deeply, “Is there anything else?”
Xiao Ling began, “I want to talk to you about us…”
Wen Rendong’s eyebrows could almost kill a fly with their pinch, “Say what you want directly. But there can only be the current relationship between us; don’t even think about anything else.”
Wen Rendong might play around, but he had no intention of finding a stepmother for Wen Yanqing.
Xiao Ling bit her lip gently, “I wanted to say, our contract expires next month. I hope you’ll keep your word.”
“We’ll talk about next month when it comes,” Wen Rendong said decisively as he stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him firmly.
Xiao Li started the vehicle, his expression unchanged, betraying no reaction. As Wen Rendong’s driver, he had developed the habit of ‘hearing no evil and seeing no evil.’
Having only driven a few dozen meters, Xiao Ling spoke up, “Brother Li, please stop here. I’d like to take a walk, and I’ll make my own way back later.”
“The boss asked me to take you home,” Xiao Li said.
“I’ll explain it to him; I really don’t feel well and don’t want to stay in the car.”
In the end, Xiao Ling quietly got out of the car and walked into the boulevard, brushing a fallen blossom from a stone bench before taking a seat.
She sat, staring blankly at the entrance to the Wen estate, then looked up at the sky with some bewilderment, remaining there for a long time.
It wasn’t until a luxurious, understated black car passed by that Xiao Ling’s gaze followed the vehicle, her eyes meeting with Lin Gantang’s through the open window.
Xiao Ling shifted her gaze in a flurry, feeling her face burning with embarrassment.
She couldn’t stay seated any longer, standing up to leave, but as she reached the corner of the boulevard, an outstretched hand suddenly pulled her violently, pressing her against a tree.
The thin clothes of summer did little to cushion Xiao Ling’s back against the bark, painfully scraped. Before she could resist, a slap landed across her face.
With a “smack,” her cheek felt searing hot, and pain pricked her lips.
Xiao Ling was confronted with a face twisted with jealousy and malice.
“You little temptress, I finally caught you,” Liao Na yanked her hair viciously, holding her chin firmly, “You’re not even that pretty, just this much and trying to seduce rich men.”
“I…”
Liao Na didn’t give her the chance to speak, slapping her other cheek and warning viciously, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, if you keep clinging to Wen Rendong, you’ll see what I’ll do to you!”
Nobody noticed Liao Na’s acts of violence.
Elsewhere.
Wen Yanqing opened the car door and reached out to help Lin Gantang down, Lin Gantang stepping out of the passenger seat and complaining, “Sitting in there made my chest feel so stuffy, it’s uncomfortable.”
Wen Yanqing chuckled, “Are you blaming my driving skills?”
“Your driving is fine; it has to be the car’s fault,” Lin Gantang retorted coyly, “What a crappy car, get rid of it.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll change it.”
“The sound of cicadas is driving me crazy.”
The Wen residence was indeed surrounded by an abundance of greenery, but… it was impossible to have someone pluck down every single cicada, right?
Wen Yanqing soothed, “Anyway, we don’t live here. If it annoys you, shall we head back early?”
“We just got here and you already want to leave; don’t you want to spend time with me? If that’s the case, you might as well not have come.”
Wen Yanqing: … couldn’t utter a word.
Once inside, the servants brought over beverages, and Lin Gantang spotted a Munchkin cat with creamy white fur in a cat cage, its eyes big and round with upturned tails. At the moment, the slightly larger one was pouncing on the back of the other.