Chapter 337: It's not the young mistress of the Leng family who will be happy 3
Madam Leng's decision was as solid as a chime stone. Leng Jianan secretly clenched her fists, but really didn't know what to say.
Shen Weixin spoke softly: "Auntie, actually I..."
Mrs. Leng interrupted her: "Xin'er, you don't have to say anything, your aunt will make all the decisions for you."
Shen Weixin glanced at the pale Leng Jianan and moved her mouth to say something, but in the end she chose to listen to Mrs. Leng and remained silent.
The servant knocked on the door and told him that dinner was served. Leng Jianan stood up without saying a word and strode out.
Shen Weixin helped Mrs. Leng stand up. Mrs. Leng's body suddenly trembled and she almost couldn't stand.
"Auntie," Shen Weixin exclaimed in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Leng waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. The force she had just exerted was just a breath of support. Looking at Leng Jianan's veins that were faintly protruding from anger, how could she not feel heartbroken?
However, if you can't bear the pain of this moment, you have to endure the pain of a lifetime.
Leng Jianan walked out of the tea room and saw Leng Jianing coming home. She was about to greet her brother with a smile, but then she saw Shen Weixin who accompanied Mrs. Leng out, and then she noticed the gloomy look on Leng Jianan's face.
Her heart also sank, but she was still polite: "Hi, Xin'er"
"Jianing" Shen Weixin smiled and nodded.
Leng Jianan looked at the dishes on the table and didn't even want to lift his chopsticks. Finally, he stood up without saying a word and was about to leave.
But Mrs. Leng stopped him: "Nan'er, sit down."
Leng Jianan took a deep breath and grasped the back of the chair tightly with his hands. Leng Chunfeng had already noticed that something was wrong with Leng Jianan, but did not ask. At this time, he spoke.
"What's wrong, Jianan, are you arguing with your mother again?" Leng Chunfeng looked at him sharply and said, "Sit down."
Leng Jianan sat down with a sullen face.
Madam Leng suddenly covered her chest, frowning and waiting for Xiaoqin who was standing by her and asked quickly: "Madam, are you feeling sick again?"
"It's okay," Mrs. Leng said while holding on for breath, but she seemed a little weak.
Leng Jianan's expression softened and he sat on Mrs. Leng's left hand side. He quickly held Mrs. Leng's cold hand and said with a little shame: "I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's okay, I won't fight with my son." Mrs. Leng smiled warmly.
Leng Jianing stood up and said: "Mom, let me pour you a glass of warm water."
"Sit down, Jianing, I have something to announce," Mrs. Leng said calmly.