Chapter 300: Yu Anwan is Mine!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Then, Yu Anwan lowered her head and saw the eyelashes on Wen Yan’s fingers.
“It’s done,” Wen Yan said calmly. “I’ll go upstairs to rest. I have a flight tomorrow, and I’m on a mission. We won’t be able to contact each other for about two months. I’ll come to see you when I return.”
Without saying more, Wen Yan walked toward the second floor.
His posture was reminiscent of a husband leaving home, explaining his whereabouts to his wife. However, due to the nature of his work, many things couldn’t be disclosed.
Yu Anwan was taken aback as if she weren’t entirely accustomed to this. Wen Yan had already moved far away, leaving only a faint scent of tobacco in the air.
Yet, this situation didn’t feel entirely unfamiliar.
Given Wen Yan’s current status among mercenaries, it was impossible to hire him without a substantial amount of money and an extremely challenging mission.
As a result, Wen Yan disappeared every two to three months.
Upon reflection, Yu Anwan realized that over the years, it seemed that every time Wen Yan left, he had informed her. Coincidentally, when he came to find her, it was always after completing a mission.
Many things that had appeared straightforward before now seemed incredible.
Yu Anwan bit her lip, remaining in place without uttering a word. The villa was peaceful.
At the same time, on the pathway outside the villa, a black Maybach was discreetly parked at the roadside.
The Maybach’s window lowered, and Wen Jin’s arm rested on the window’s edge. His slender fingers held a cigarette that was lit but remained untouched.
His gaze was fixed on the villa.
Fatefully, the villa’s curtains weren’t fully drawn, allowing Wen Jin to witness the situation inside.
He could observe the intimacy between Wen Yan and Yu Anwan, as well as Wen Yan heading towards the master bedroom on the second floor. Yu Anwan’s expression wasn’t clear to Wen Jin, but it was at least apparent that she wasn’t rejecting him.
That feeling was as though a knife had pierced Wen Jin’s heart.
Blood flowed, yet he felt no pain. It was a silent humiliation.
“Yu Anwan, you truly know how to hurt me the most,” Wen Jin muttered with a cold expression. The cigarette in his hand had already warped slightly.
Even Wen Jin himself didn’t understand why he had shown up at Yu Anwan’s villa. Given the disheveled state, his personality should have dictated an immediate severing of all contact with her.
However, he didn’t.
He had returned to Yu Anwan’s villa.
What he witnessed left Wen Jin profoundly unhappy, but he had no justification to break in.
They were divorced.
Wen Jin’s other hand gripped the steering wheel, and he struck it forcefully. The steering wheel emitted a piercing horn sound, distinct in the tranquil night.
However, it was only a moment before Wen Jin regained his composure.
He didn’t depart but continued to watch from outside the villa until the lights were switched off.
Wen Yan didn’t emerge either.
Wen Jin’s eyes turned bloodshot, the darkness consumed by an insidious emotion.
Jiang City seemed to be stirring beneath the surface that night.
3 AM, the lights at the villa’s entrance flickered to life.
Wen Jin had spent the entire night without sleep. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hand was poised over the ignition button, ready to drive away.
However, the moment the villa’s door swung open, Wen Jin’s gaze remained fixed on the entrance.
Wen Yan had emerged, clad in a black windbreaker, his figure blending seamlessly into the night. Following behind him was a woman in a white nightgown, her porcelain skin radiating allure under the moon’s gentle glow.
Wen Yan’s imposing presence obscured Wen Jin’s view.
Yet, Wen Jin knew that it could only be Yu Anwan. There was no other woman in the villa.
They appeared to be engaged in conversation, but Wen Yan’s hand had subtly found its place on Yu Anwan’s waist, and she lowered her head. Most disconcertingly, Yu Anwan did not resist.
The scene was glaring, and it stirred emotions in Wen Jin that were hard to contain.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Were it not for years of self-control, Wen Jin might have charged directly toward the two of them.
Looking at the affectionate scene between the two of them, Wen Jin let out a short sneer, and the maliciousness in his eyes became more and more obvious.
At the same time…
“I’ll get in touch with you once I’m back,” Wen Yan said with a glance at Yu Anwan. “You’ll be staying in Jiang City for two months?”
“Roughly,” Yu Anwan responded with a nod.
“I’ll come pick you up,” Wen Yan stated after a moment of silence, giving Yu Anwan a firm assurance.
Yu Anwan’s lips moved slightly, indicating her intention to refuse, but Wen Yan was quicker to assert, “It’s settled then. I’m off to the airport.”
Wen Yan left without further words, and Yu Anwan showed no intention of seeing him off. However, as she began to reenter the villa, she stumbled on an unnoticed step.
“Be careful.” Wen Yan swiftly caught her waist.
His words were unassuming, but his eyes held a hint of exasperation.
Yu Anwan felt awkward for a moment and immediately broke free from Wen Yan’s grasp. Wen Yan did not say anything and just stood in front of her as if blocking all of Yu Anwan’s vision.
The sky outside was still dark.
Yu Anwan didn’t think too much about it. She said, “I’ll watch you go in, so you won’t fall again. No wonder Dabao said you’re the most worrisome person in this family.”
Wen Yan’s countenance was mild, and his words carried a teasing undertone. It was hard to believe he was the same ruthless man who had fought so viciously earlier, leaving no room for mercy.
Still, Yu Anwan didn’t exchange more than a passing glance with Wen Yan. She nodded and proceeded into the villa.
Wen Yan remained still, his gaze fixed on Yu Anwan’s retreating figure. He watched as the lights in the villa were switched off again, leaving only the streetlamp at the door. Wen Yan lowered his gaze and turned to leave the villa.
The moment she turned around, the warmth in Wen Yan’s eyes disappeared, leaving only ruthlessness.
Wen Yan’s gaze was now locked on the nearby Maybach.
Nearly simultaneously, Wen Jin also turned his gaze in Wen Yan’s direction.
Their eyes locked in mid-air, charged with a trace of provocation.
Wen Yan curled his lips, while Wen Jin maintained his icy composure.
It wasn’t until Wen Yan taunted with a whisper, “Yu Anwan is mine.” Wen Jin’s expression changed.
However, Wen Jin didn’t get out of the car, and Wen Yan didn’t walk in the direction of Wen Jin. Instead, he quickly got into another red Ferrari parked by the roadside.
In a matter of moments, both cars raced away from the villa’s private road..
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