Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 479 Let's speak frankly and avoid the silent treatment.

Ning Yao stayed in Wen Tingye's office for about an hour before getting up to leave; she still had to go back to school.

Wen Tingye planned to personally take Ning Yao back to school and visit Ning Chen at the hospital, but just before he was about to leave, Lian Qiran called.

"Tingye, are you free? I'd like to talk to you. I'm downstairs at your company now," Lian Qiran said on the phone.

Lian Qiran's voice sounded listless, his tone was deep and low, and there was a hint of hoarseness.

Wen Tingye glanced at Ning Yao and saw that she didn't react much, just standing at the door waiting for him to answer the phone.

The woman's long, dark hair was gathered behind her ears, her cherry-red lips were slightly pouting, revealing her fair earlobes. Her whole body was so white it seemed crystal clear, clean and comfortable.

Wen Tingye's gaze lingered on Ning Yao, and he casually replied to his brother in a lukewarm manner.

"Wait in my office for a bit, I need to take my girlfriend back to school."

Ning Yao looked at Wen Tingye, raised her hand and gestured a few times, meaning that she didn't need to be seen off and could go back by herself.

But Wen Tingye pretended not to see it and replied to Lian Qiran in the same way. Then he took Ning Yao's hand and walked out of the company to get the car.

"Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm not a child anymore. I can go back by myself." Ning Yao felt safe and secure with Wen Tingye's palm enveloping her hand. Even her voice became muffled, as if she were being affectionate.

"Nothing urgent."

Wen Tingye first opened the passenger door for Ning Yao, helped her into the car, and then returned to his own driver's seat.

Seeing Wen Tingye's indifferent expression, Ning Yao figured that even if Qi Ran was looking for him, it probably wasn't for any urgent business, so she quietly sat in the passenger seat.

Wen Tingye drove Ning Yao to the classroom apartment, watched her leave, and then drove back to his company at a leisurely pace.

Lian Qiran had been waiting in his office for nearly two hours, but he didn't complain at all. He didn't even notice when Wen Tingye came back. He was still sitting on the sofa with a blank look in his eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"What's wrong? What do you want to see me about?" Wen Tingye sat down opposite Lian Qiran and asked in a deep voice.

Since Lian Qiran started dating Yang Dongcha, he has rarely contacted me, devoting almost all his time to his girlfriend.

Today must be another case of someone not coming to the temple unless they have a reason. Wen Tingye wasn't one to mince words, so he asked directly.

Upon hearing Wen Tingye's voice, Lian Qiran seemed to only belatedly realize what was happening, and looked extremely dejected.

"Are you getting along well with Ning Yao?" Lian Qiran asked a seemingly random question.

"As you can see." Wen Tingye shrugged, answering Lian Qiran's question with a simple four-word answer.

"Did you propose to her?" Lian Qiran's voice was extremely deep, as if his throat was being pressed down by a thousand pounds, making it difficult to muster any strength.

"Not yet, now is not the time." Wen Tingye glanced at Lian Qiran sitting on the opposite sofa and replied calmly.

Although he didn't know why Lian Qiran was asking these questions, he could tell that something was wrong with his brother.

Lian Qiran was extremely depressed, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

The last time Wen Tingye saw him like this was when he had just entered the appraisal industry and had misjudged someone's goods.

At that time, Lian Qiran was caught in self-doubt, feeling that he was probably not suitable for this industry. It took him a full month to recover. After that, he never made a mistake again and his status in the industry gradually improved.

What was his motivation this time? Was it Yang Dongcha?

"What, did your proposal fail?" Wen Tingye scrutinized Lian Qiran's expression, raising an eyebrow as he made his guess.

Lian Qiran seemed to have been stepped on, and let out a howl, completely breaking down.

"I've been dating Dongcha for almost a year now, and we've even met each other's parents."

“I recently received an invitation to attend an antique appraisal conference in Italy, and while I was there, I ordered a pair of wedding rings from an Italian designer. I was thinking of proposing to Dongcha when I get back to China…”

“I booked a restaurant and set up a very romantic proposal scene, but I didn’t expect Dongcha to hesitate. She rejected my proposal in front of so many people and said she needed to think about it. A night later, she called me hesitantly and said that she didn’t want to get married yet, so she was very sorry and that she couldn’t accept my proposal.”

As Lian Qiran finished speaking, his shoulders slumped instantly. He hadn't even felt like drinking milk tea these past few days.

"The reason? Is it just that you don't want to get married yet?" Wen Tingye asked after a moment of silence.

"She didn't give a specific reason, only that she wasn't ready and hadn't mentally prepared herself, and asked me to give her some time."

“But we’ve already committed to each other, and we’re definitely going to spend the rest of our lives together. I don’t plan to marry any woman other than her. I really don’t understand what she’s planning to do.”

Lian Qiran is not a thick-skinned person; on the contrary, he is not only not thick-skinned, but also very thin-skinned.

Yang Dongcha rejected his marriage proposal in front of so many people, and Lian Qiran really felt embarrassed.

The two haven't seen each other since that meeting, and are currently in a cold war, with neither taking the initiative to contact the other.

Wen Tingye leaned back on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and asked in a deep voice, "You came to see me for advice?"

"I guess so. I don't know who else I can tell. You're my brother, you wouldn't abandon me, would you?"

"I really don't know what young girls these days are thinking. Isn't it said that girls lack a sense of security? If I propose to her and we become a legal couple, shouldn't she feel secure? Does she feel like she has me under her control?"

"Perhaps it's because she's still young and doesn't want to become someone's wife so soon. She hasn't had enough fun yet, and she's afraid she'll regret marrying me. She's also reluctant to leave her handsome male friends. In the end, I'm not important enough..."

Lian Qiran complained to Wen Tingye word by word, as if she had grasped at a lifeline. Her eyes were truly pitiful, like a little stray dog ​​abandoned on the street, looking wronged.

Wen Tingye glanced at Lian Qiran and intuitively felt that if Lian Qiran continued to overthink like this, she might burst into tears on the spot.

This is in his office, and if someone sees it, what does it look like?

The man cleared his throat, and his deep, magnetic voice echoed in the office as he reluctantly gave Lian Qiran an analysis.

"It's not just young girls, even boys can't get enough of fun. They crave novelty and excitement, want sweet romance, and don't want to be trapped in the mundane details of daily life."

"Isn't there a saying that marriage is the grave of love? She probably doesn't want to be in your grave."

"Even the most handsome face will become tiresome one day. Besides, your appearance isn't particularly outstanding in a crowd."

Lian Qiran felt even more depressed after hearing Wen Tingye's words, and almost wanted to jump out of the office building window.

He must have been blinded by greed to come to the Wen Group to confide in Wen Tingye. Does this man even know how to talk?

"I suggest you meet with Yang Dongcha and talk things out. The two of you should lay everything out on the table. A cold war hurts feelings, and you shouldn't give a woman the silent treatment."

At this point, Wen Tingye paused briefly, a shrewd glint in his deep eyes.

"Find out the reason. You are older than her, so you should learn to guide her and comfort her, instead of hiding in a corner and overthinking, feeling like a failure and that life is meaningless." Wen Tingye looked up at Lian Qiran, his voice calm and without any fluctuations.

In fact, Wen Tingye also began to doubt himself.