The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 161: The Three Rules of Engagement

Wen Nuan was satisfied. She then added, "You can curse at me however you want from now on, just not like last time. You are not to question my character, and you are not to trample on my self-respect. If you have any dissatisfaction or are very angry, first go to the bathroom and take a cold shower. Calm down, listen to what I have to say, and then decide if you still want to be angry."

"Okay!"

*That’s not difficult at all.*

For the last point, Wen Nuan said very seriously, "This one is crucial. While you are with me, you are not to have any intimate relationships with other women. Not even emotionally. You have to tell me; I won’t cling to you. If you curse at me, and I’m angry for a few days, you can coax me back. But if you break this rule, there’s no turning back; it’s completely over. I have a zero-tolerance policy."

"How domineering," Ye Feimo chuckled, but Wen Nuan didn’t smile at all. She knew Ye Feimo liked Han Bi, and she wasn’t going to ask whether he liked Han Bi more or her more; asking that was pointless.

Since he had both Han Bi and her in his heart, then all she had to do was love him more and care for him more.

How he chose was Ye Feimo’s business.

At least for now, he was choosing her.

"Do you agree?"

"Okay," Ye Feimo agreed readily.

Wen Nuan breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow. "Done talking?"

"Pretty much."

Wen Nuan was still thinking whether to bring up other conditions, but Ye Feimo had already lowered her head and fiercely captured her lips. Wen Nuan shifted her body, responding to him. They embraced and kissed as if no one else was around.

Behind the plaza, someone launched fireworks, lighting up the sky.

All sounds in the world seemed to fade away from them, only their own heartbeats thumping intensely.

The sky was brilliant, and their hearts were entwined.

The two seemed to be kissing too passionately, lost in the moment. Ye Feimo was also a little excited, his hand restlessly roaming her body. Two young people nearby, their faces flushed with embarrassment from watching, couldn’t help but remind them to be mindful of public spaces.

*Public spaces, indeed!*

Wen Nuan snapped out of her daze and glared fiercely at Ye Feimo a few times. Ye Feimo’s lips moved, and Wen Nuan quickly covered his mouth. *This guy wouldn’t possibly blurt out something like "Haven’t seen such a shocking sight in all my life" again, would he?*

Embarrassing herself once was enough; she absolutely couldn’t do it again.

Ye Feimo thoroughly enjoyed the small hand that automatically came to him. He took her hand and kissed her palm. Wen Nuan quickly pulled away. Ye Feimo smiled like a cat that had stolen fish.

"I can’t stand you," Wen Nuan said with a laugh. Ye Feimo pulled her close and kissed her face several times.

The young couple nearby kept staring at them. Wen Nuan awkwardly turned her face away.

Ye Feimo suddenly pulled her up and ran wildly.

"Isn’t that... Wen Nuan?" someone whispered faintly.

"No way, how could a big star be on the street... and like this... uh... it really looks like her..."

...

Ye Feimo dragged Wen Nuan, sprinting down the street. Wen Nuan was utterly mortified.

She was an adult, of course, she knew what Ye Feimo was rushing for, but *please, big brother, consider that I’m wearing high heels! How can I run with your long legs?*

*Being impatient wasn’t an excuse for this.*

Wen Nuan had never had an experience like this before. Her face was flushed, and her heart pounded.

Finally, they managed to hail a taxi. As soon as they got in, Ye Feimo pulled Wen Nuan into a deep kiss. Wen Nuan was extremely embarrassed and frantically pulled at Ye Feimo’s hand. "Ye Feimo, this isn’t your car; there’s no partition. Don’t do this..."

Her voice was very low because Ye Feimo was kneading her chest, and her voice was a little breathless. *This was a taxi! What they were doing in the back was clearly visible from the front. How embarrassing!*

Wen Nuan bit her lip, not daring to speak too loudly.

It was a 30-minute drive from there back to Famous City Apartment. At this critical moment, Ye Feimo couldn’t hold back. The taxi driver felt immense pressure and couldn’t help but adjust his rearview mirror to avoid looking at them.

*Did they have to be so passionate? Were they intentionally trying to provoke a long-time driver who didn’t have his wife with him in the middle of the night? It was too much.*

Ye Feimo simply took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Wen Nuan. His suit jacket enveloped her, just enough to cover below her hips. Wen Nuan felt utterly mortified and couldn’t help but punch his shoulder. "Can’t you just wait until we get home?"

"No!" Ye Feimo made no attempt to conceal his raw desire, decisively blocking her lips. With the suit jacket providing cover, Ye Feimo’s movements became bolder. He held Wen Nuan on his lap. Her own jacket had long been removed by Ye Feimo. Wen Nuan was only wearing a short skirt, black stockings, and a shirt underneath, which was very convenient for Ye Feimo.

"Ye Feimo, you really are..." Wen Nuan was about to protest, but Ye Feimo’s hand had already slipped into her short skirt, pulling down her underwear. Wen Nuan instinctively squeezed her thighs, clamping down on his hand, but Ye Feimo forced her legs apart, his fingers boldly moving in and out of her tight passage.

His other hand reached into her shirt, grasping her soft breasts and wantonly caressing them. It wasn’t very convenient in the car. Wen Nuan’s face was flushed, and she buried her head in his chest. The sensation of his fingers inside her was incredibly vivid. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out.

Ye Feimo kissed her lips, bit her earlobe, and whispered, "Nuan Nuan, please me."

He took her hand and placed it on his aroused body, rubbing it against her lips, seeking solace. Wen Nuan’s eyes caught the rapidly blurring scenery outside the window. Her heart felt like it would burst. Doing this kind of thing with Ye Feimo in a taxi felt exactly like having a secret affair.

"Home..." Wen Nuan awkwardly tried to move away from the burning heat. "Someone will hear us."

"Just be quieter," Ye Feimo said with a chuckle. Wen Nuan truly regretted letting Ye Feimo drink. Drinking really did lead to mischief. He lowered his voice, "Nuan Nuan..." frёewebηovel.cѳm

The end of his name, laced with desire, stretched long, as if a current of electricity shot down Wen Nuan’s spine. She trembled all over, goosebumps rising on her skin. That single "Nuan Nuan" from Ye Feimo had an overwhelming impact.

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