Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 1112 - The Story of Ling and Heng (375)

Chapter 1112: The Story of Ling and Heng (375)

Then she drank all the medicine in the cup, and when she raised her eyes to look at him, she saw that the man was looking at her meaningfully.

As if implying something.

So he still didn’t know what happened on Rogers Pa.s.s?!

A cloud of anger immediately rose up in Feng Ling’s chest.

She wanted to throw a pillow on the man again.

She wondered if she had been bewitched by Li Nanheng. She didn’t get angry so easily before but now she was so easy to get angry.

——

Feng Ling returned to the bedroom, picked up the cell phone that was charging, and suddenly saw an unread text message.

She clicked it open and found it was from Wen Leqing.

Wen Leqing: [Feng Ling, where have you been these days? I was allergic to alcohol two days ago and was given gastric lavage and injections in the hospital. I was just discharged from the hospital and found that you hadn’t come back in these two days. I called you but you didn’t answer my calls. Are you living with Mrs. Mo in the dormitory of T University? ]

After reading this text message, Feng Ling immediately called Wen Leqing back.

“Feng Ling, where are you?”

Feng Ling sat on the bed. “I’m outside. I’m fine. I didn’t know you were allergic to alcohol. How are you now?”

“It’s okay. I am a doctor myself. Don’t worry about me,” Wen Leqing said softly. Then she thought for a while and said again, “Since you are outside, Feng Ling, can you do me a favor? Can you help me contact…”

Before she finished her words, Feng Ling suddenly heard the sound of a door opening and then Wen Leqing stopped abruptly. As if afraid of being heard, she didn’t continue to speak.

“What’s wrong? Text me if you’re inconvenient to speak,” Feng Ling said in a low voice.

“Okay.” Wen Leqing’s tone suddenly became serious and then she said softly, “Good night” and hung up the phone.

On the other side of the line, Wen Leqing turned her eyes to the man who pushed the door open. Wen Linhan entered the door and saw Wen Leqing curling up on the sofa, holding a cell phone and speaking to someone on the phone.

“Who are you speaking to?”

“Feng Ling.” Wen Leqing replied and fixed her gaze on him for a few seconds, and then she lay down on the sofa numbly, silently tugged over the blanket to cover her legs, and closed her eyes as if he did not exist.

Watching her every move, Wen Linhan silently closed the door without disturbing the silence in the room at the moment.

Wen Leqing slept on the sofa with her eyes closed for a while. Being stared silently by the man, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. “Aren’t you supposed to go back to America? Your fiancée is still waiting for you. Your work and your patients are still waiting for you. I, an insignificant person, have troubled you for more than a week and now I’m fine, you can go.”

Wen Linhan didn’t speak.

“Besides, I promise that this will never happen again. Don’t think too much. I drank only for fun, not because of you. I did everything for myself. I didn’t intend to put any pressure on you, nor was I pressuring you by hurting myself.”

Wen Leqing lowered her eyes as she spoke without looking at his expression. Leaning on the sofa and talking, she frowned slightly because he remained silent after entering the door.

The words she asked him before she left the United States were still ringing in her ears. She seized him by the collar and cried so hard, begging him not to abandon her and face his own feelings, but what did he say to her at the time?

His words were as cold as knives that stabbed on her heart, and every time she thought of those words, her heart was trembling.

She turned her eyes to him. “Brother, I have already said that you don’t have to think that everything I do now is for you. It has been almost ten years, and I now apologize to you for all the stupid things that I have done for you. I apologize for affecting your normal life for so long. I apologize for pestering you for so many years. If it weren’t for me, you would have married your fiancée three or four years ago. It’s all my fault.”

She continued. “You don’t have to stay with me here. From now on, I won’t bother you anymore. I won’t force you to stay. You can go.”

Wen Linhan looked at her indifferently and didn’t say a word. The room was quite warm with under-floor heating.

He took off his windbreaker jacket casually, pulled loose the collar of his white s.h.i.+rt, and unfastened three b.u.t.tons. His cold and abstinent face suddenly became much more amiable. His gaze fell on her cold and resolute face. “Just because of my words, you tortured yourself into this point? And you said you were not doing it for me? If I hadn’t rushed over in time and sent you to the hospital for treatment before your allergic symptoms reacted, do you know what would have happened to you? Do you want to have your neck and face swollen for a lifetime or get your respiratory tract severely choked and be sent to the ER? Or you wanted to quietly drink to death in a corner where no one else knew? Were you trying to slap me in the face with your pitiful way of letting go and impose a charge of killing my own sister on me?”

His tone was still so cold that Wen Leqing’s heart couldn’t help but s.h.i.+ver.

She stared at him sharply. “You think too much.”

Wen Linhan sneered. “Then why do you torture yourself like this? Do you really think I have no heart?”

“Do you?” Wen Leqing said lightly, “I really thought you had no heart. It turns out that you will take my matter to heart instead of treating me like a crying baby. Regardless of all my emotions, you will always only tell me—-don’t make trouble.”

Wen Linhan frowned coldly because of her provocative words, looking at her who was sitting motionless on the sofa.

She was indeed the apple of the Wen family’s eye. In all aspects, she bore too many expectations and attention from her family. The girl who was almost flawlessly excellent was leaning on the sofa so decadently because of him, desperate and self-abandoned.