Miss Chen Becomes a Cannon-fodder Villainess and Has a Super Strong Husband!

Chapter 13: Misunderstanding

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Yes, from now on, I’ll love myself more, love my family more, and love you more!” Chen Lan nodded with a smile.

“Exactly!” Wen Jing was delighted to hear that Chen Lan wanted to love her more. Then she remembered something else. “What about all the things you gave to Liang Chen before? Why don’t we go get them back?”

Wen Jing would be impatient when it came to matters involving Chen Lan. When she thought about it, she immediately wanted to go find Liang Chen. Chen Lan quickly grabbed her to stop her.

“Don’t worry, I met him today and talked to him about returning the motorcycle to me. We can forget about the other stuff.”

“The motorcycle? Did you give him such an expensive gift? You should get it back quickly.”

Chen Lan wasn’t aware of this, but Wen Jing knew. Previously, whenever Liang Chen subtly expressed what he wanted in front of Chen Lan, she would always give it to him. However, most of these things ended up with Fan Cong’s younger brother.

A motorcycle was a valuable possession, and Wen Jing would be heartbroken if it ended up benefiting someone else.

“After you get it back, are you going to give it to Tang Ye?”

“Are you kidding me? How can I give it to Tang Ye?”

Chen Lan’s voice was very loud, and it reached Tang Ye’s ears through the not-so-thick door.

Initially, he was happy that Chen Lan had asked Liang Chen to return her things. At least it showed that Chen Lan had truly let go of Liang Chen.

However, her words now felt like a heavy blow to his heart. She might not like Liang Chen anymore, but in her heart, he was still the abandoned, unwanted child who had been taken in by others. This marriage was something she had been forced into.

But what was he expecting now? What was he regretting? All of this had been destined when he agreed to Chen Jun’s proposal to marry Chen Lan, right?

Tang Ye let go of the doorknob and turned to go downstairs to leave.

Unbeknownst to them, the person who had just been outside their door had heard every word of their conversation.

Confused, Wen Jing looked at Chen Lan. “Why not give it to Tang Ye? Do you like it? But that thing is very dangerous. You shouldn’t ride it yourself. If you want to go somewhere, you can ask Tang Ye to take you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ride it myself,” Chen Lan reassured her. She didn’t have any dreams of owning a motorcycle and riding it for fun. “I plan to sell it and buy some furniture.”

“But second-hand motorcycles aren’t worth much, so you might incur a loss,” Wen Jing pointed out

“There’s no other way. I bought that motorcycle using the betrothal gift Ahye gave me and the money saved up meant to buy the furniture. We can’t go on without furniture in the house, so I have to sell it even if it means taking a loss,” Chen Lan explained, feeling somewhat helpless about the decisions made by the original character. “Besides, Liang Chen has ridden that motorcycle before. How can I let Ahye ride it? I find it dirty.”

Wen Jing didn’t say anything else. She had always listened to Chen Lan since childhood till now. When Chen Lan made up her mind, she rarely argued.

Seeing that she did not speak anymore, Chen Lan scrutinized her again. She found Wen Jing’s colorful attire overwhelming. There were two bright red blushes on her fair face, and her lips were painted with bold red lipstick, making her mouth look large and thick.

Chen Lan rubbed her forehead and thought about how this kind of makeover had also been encouraged by the original character. She cursed the original character in her heart once again.

It was because of jealousy over others’ good looks that she made Wen Jing eat until she grew fat and dressed up like a paper doll in a paper effigy store. What a terrible curse.

“Xiaojing, go to the bathroom and wash off the makeup on your face,” Chen Lan said firmly, and of course, Wen Jing didn’t argue.

She obediently went into the bathroom to wash off her makeup.

Seeing Wen Jing’s fair complexion, large round eyes, and the dimples that appeared when she smiled, Chen Lan’s mood improved significantly.

“Let’s go to the city together. I’ll buy you some clothes,” Chen Lan handed the snowflake balm to Wen Jing and turned to her bedroom to pack.

Wen Jing scooped out a small amount, rubbed it evenly in her hands, and applied it to her face. “Why buy me clothes? I have enough to wear. Didn’t you say you spent all the money on the motorcycle? Don’t spend more on me.”

“Your clothes don’t look good, and I don’t like them. I must buy you some new ones. Don’t worry; I won’t be foolish enough to give all the money to Liang Chen. It won’t cost much to buy you a few pieces of clothing.”

Chen Lan strapped on her small bag. She always felt heartache for Wen Jing, a child whose fate resembled her own. There was also a vague sense of guilt mixed in, so she wanted to do her best to be kind to her.