The villa was as quiet as a cemetery. Leng Jianan suddenly felt like this. He opened the door to the hall and saw Shen Weixin watching TV with Mrs. Leng.
Rarely, Mrs. Leng would be watching TV in the living room. The two of them were laughing and chatting, and seemed to be in a good mood. Leng Jianan walked towards them holding an unlabeled paper box, with a strangely silent expression on his face.
Shen Weixin saw him first, stood up quickly, smiled and called: "Jianan"
Leng Jianan didn't even look at her, he just greeted Mrs. Leng: "Mom"
"Jianan, you're back." Mrs. Leng also stood up, and Shen Weixin supported her.
"Mom, I'm going back to my room," Leng Jianan said, then gave Shen Weixin a cold look and said, "Come down to my room, I have something for you."
Shen Weixin's eyes fell on the box in Leng Jianan's hand, and she suddenly felt uneasy. What other good gifts would he give her at this time?
Mrs. Leng said with a smile: "Jianan, you and Xin'er are already officially married, and she should of course live in your room. Today is your wedding night."
"Yes." Leng Jianan responded lightly without any objection.
Mrs. Leng did not doubt it, and said: "Xin'er said you don't plan to hold a wedding. How can this be a big deal for the young master of the Leng family? How can there be no wedding?"
"Mom" Leng Jianan said coldly, making Mrs. Leng's heart sink.
"I don't want to have a wedding," he said extremely firmly and heavily.
Mrs. Leng had never seen Leng Jianan who was so cold and terrifying. Suddenly, she felt a little frightened and finally murmured, "Okay, whatever, it's up to you."
For the first time, she felt that her son's life was no longer easy to control.
Leng Jianan didn't say anything, and walked upstairs slowly. Mrs. Leng and Shen Weixin looked at each other, but they didn't say a word, feeling very depressed.
After Shen Weixin sent Mrs. Leng back to her room to rest, she slowly went upstairs. She was thinking about what gift Leng Jianan would give her. The joy she felt just now was diluted by Leng Jianan's horrified look.
She knocked on the door lightly, but no one answered, so she tried to unlock the door.
The lights in the room were dim. Leng Jianan only turned on a small lamp beside the bed, which dimly illuminated everything in the room. He sat on the sofa and smoked.
Shen Weixin hesitated for a moment, then finally went in and closed the door. She slowly walked to him, squatted in front of him, and whispered: "Jianan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."