The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 386-390

Chapter 1123: The Story of Ling and Heng (386)

Even though Wen Leqing knew what Feng Ling was being obstinate, she still felt a layer of sweat form on her palms when she heard those words. She subconsciously cleared her throat to remind Feng Ling to watch her words.

However, Feng Ling continued watching her composedly: "There are so many men in the base. From the beginning, I was clueless about feelings and was easily strung along. Perhaps, if someone else had liked me and treated me well, I might have seriously responded to those feelings."

"How can that be? At the time, Qiao Fei clarified his feelings for you before Boss Li, didn't he? Did your heart move for him?" Wen Leqing made a face at Feng Ling as she spoke, reminding her that there was someone behind her.

Feng Ling fell into a moment of thoughtful silence before she answered seriously: "Perhaps it was because Boss Li was slightly more attractive than Vice-Drillmaster Qiao. When comparing appearances, Boss Li won."

Wen Leqing forced out a smile: "Is that so? I think Qiao Fei is also quite good-looking."

Please, please, Feng Ling, right now, if you say, 'Boss Li is more attractive,' or whatever it is that can please Boss Li, we might still be able to control this fire. Don't dig your own grave to satisfy your need to be obstinate...

However, Feng Ling leaned against the coffee table and touched her chin seriously to answer: "Indeed, perhaps if I had thought my decision through, I would be celebrating my third anniversary with Drillmaster Qiao right now."

"..."

Wen Leqing smiled; Feng Ling wouldn't have died if she hadn't dug her own grave. Right now, there was no way to salvage this.

"Speaking of which, aside from having outstanding looks and significant power, Boss Li was the demon that bullied me for several years in the base. At the time, I must have been possessed by an evil spirit. Otherwise, I wouldn't have accidentally become serious with him. Now that I think about it carefully, I really shouldn't have..."

Wen Leqing abruptly looked behind Feng Ling and raised her voice.

"Nan Heng!"

Feng Ling had yet to finish speaking when the remaining half of her words were halted abruptly in her throat.

She turned around.

The man dressed in a black shirt was silently standing there. He unhurriedly folded his sleeves back and revealed a mild smile to Wen Leqing. His tone was normal, as though he was simply offering a greeting: "Isn't your brother in T City? Why do you have the time to come here?"

As the man spoke, he approached but did not look at Feng Ling. "It's been some time since you came to T City. When do you plan on returning to America?"

These words were all directed at Wen Leqing.

"I signed a contract with a hospital here. I can only leave after three months." Wen Leqing found the atmosphere somewhat awkward. She answered him while giving Feng Ling a look, indicating for her to quickly explain herself.

Li Nanheng walked past them and scanned the coffee table. He chuckled politely but his voice did not contain any recognizable emotions. "What does Miss Wen feel like drinking? Your complexion doesn't look too good. Forget about the processed drinks. How about tea? This hotel offers various types of flower teas. It's a suitable choice for women."

"Sure, anything will do," Wen Leqing rushed to answer nervously.

Five minutes later, Li Nanheng brought out two freshly brewed cups of rose tea. He placed it on the coffee table in front of them.