The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 164: Call For Dinner

Wen Nuan pursed her lips, offering no reply. *If only she’d put more in, to make him utterly sour, utterly sour! No, wait, now it’s her teeth that are aching,* Wen Nuan thought with a dazed expression, realizing she had gotten the target wrong.

"Next time, I’ll put you on the cover."

"No way am I going on the cover with a flirtatious butterfly like you!" Wen Nuan immediately refused. *What kind of joke was that? This relationship absolutely had to stay underground, not be displayed publicly.*

"Tomorrow, make me stir-fried vermicelli with crab roe and braised pork," Ye Feimo said after finishing the large bowl of *zhajiangmian* and every last drop of the pork rib soup. He wiped his mouth and began ordering tomorrow’s dishes.

*Whatever Fang Liucheng ate, he wanted too.*

"Are you really treating me as a full-time nanny?"

Ye Feimo held her close, contentedly embracing her. Wen Nuan playfully fiddled with Ye Feimo’s fingers. This man had a pair of very beautiful hands, long and slender, noble and strong, reassuring to hold.

*Heaven was truly unfair. How could it sculpt someone’s appearance so perfectly, without a single flaw? Up close, there wasn’t even a pore on his face, and his eyelashes were long and curled.*

Too exquisitely beautiful for words.

"I know I’m very handsome. You don’t have to look at me so fiercely, do you?" Ye Feimo pinched her nose. Wen Nuan slapped his hand away. Ye Feimo always liked to pinch her nose, or tug her ears, or pull her hair.

"This lady is jealous."

"Go get plastic surgery then."

"Get lost!" Wen Nuan chuckled. Ye Feimo, having eaten his fill, was feeling frisky and wanted to do something naughty. Wen Nuan gritted her teeth and pulled his hand, which had slipped into her clothes, away. "Satiety breeds lust—that saying was truly made for you."

"Our ancestors were so prescient."

"Don’t mess around. We’re in the office, besides, it’s not convenient."

"How is it not convenient? Wasn’t it very convenient yesterday?" Ye Feimo kissed her mouth defiantly. Wen Nuan’s teeth ached with anger, her face and neck flushed. Ye Feimo suddenly realized, "Are you still sore there?"

"Duh!"

"Let me see." Ye Feimo said, about to lift her skirt. Wen Nuan smiled and slapped his hand away. "Can you not be so perverted?"

Ye Feimo was just teasing her; he wouldn’t actually look.

They played around on the sofa for a while. Wen Nuan tidied the lunchbox and went to the next room to wash it. Ye Feimo asked Zhang Ling to bring in two cups of coffee.

Wen Nuan originally wanted to leave, but Ye Feimo wouldn’t let her.

He was like a newly infatuated child, needing to see Wen Nuan under his nose 24 hours a day, forbidding her from leaving. Wen Nuan pursed her lips. Realizing she also had nothing to do that afternoon, she agreed to stay.

After lunch, Ye Feimo had over half an hour of break time. Wen Nuan remembered their conversation about Weibo yesterday and excitedly ran to Ye Feimo’s desk, asking, "Did you hack anyone?"

Ye Feimo looked up. "I forgot about that during sex yesterday."

Wen Nuan’s face turned beet red. She couldn’t help but grab a document from his desk and hit him. "Can’t you be more subtle when you speak?"

Ye Feimo obligingly said, "Making love, copulation, coupling, merging as one... take your pick. I still think what I said was more evocative."

Wen Nuan: "..."

*Wuwu... Ye Feimo, I guess I’m the only one in this world who can tolerate you.*

*Han Bi must have abandoned you because you’re too perverted, right? Right?* Wen Nuan thought coldly. Ye Feimo began his hacking. "Tell me, who do you dislike? I’ll hack all of them for you."

"Just her. Hack her Weibo for two days, that’s all," Wen Nuan was still a kind person. Ye Feimo, however, thought, *You dare to bully my wife’s idol?* He decisively hacked the account. *Two days? No, I’ll make you re-register.*

"Two million followers, at least 1.8 million must be zombie followers," Ye Feimo said plainly. Wen Nuan was so cute and only had 500,000 followers, yet this ugly hag had 2 million? They must be zombie followers.

Wen Nuan chuckled. "So you know about zombie followers too. I thought you knew nothing but your work."

"I’m omnipotent. What don’t I know?" Ye Feimo puffed up his chest. Wen Nuan laughed. In ten minutes, he had indeed hacked Sun Haiqing. "You’re hacking people using the company computer. Aren’t you afraid of being traced?"

"Who would trace it?" Ye Feimo was very confident in his skills. Although not as formidable as his brother’s, hacking people was a low-level task he could handle. "Besides, who would believe that Young Master Ye of Anning would causelessly hack Sun Haiqing? That’s just idiotic."

Wen Nuan lay on his shoulder, laughing uncontrollably. "So you do have some self-awareness."

Ye Feimo was annoyed. He hooked Wen Nuan’s hand and, with a subtle movement, pulled her onto his lap, cupping her face and kissing her.

The internal phone rang. Zhang Ling asked, "President Ye, Ms. Han called to ask if you have time for dinner. She has something to tell you."

Lately, Han Bi’s calls had been particularly frequent.

Ye Feimo held Wen Nuan and calmly replied, "Tell her I’m busy."

"Yes!" Zhang Ling hung up.

Wen Nuan’s smile faded slightly. She tried to get up, but Ye Feimo held her down, not letting her go. He knew what Wen Nuan was thinking, knew she wanted to know about him and Han Bi, and knew she would feel uncomfortable hearing Han Bi’s name.

If he let her go, she would surely overthink things.

But he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

He had never spoken to anyone about these matters, not even Tang Shuwen or Lin Ning. They had always been buried in his heart, causing a dull ache. Fortunately, recalling those past events no longer hurt as much as it used to.

"Wen Nuan, are you angry?"

"No."

"Nonsense!" Who was Ye Feimo? He could tell if Wen Nuan was angry or not.

"You know, so why ask?" Wen Nuan rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Are you proud to see a woman angry because of you? Why do you have to expose me?"

"I am a little proud," Ye Feimo said honestly. Wen Nuan was speechless. He actually dared to say that.

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Wen Nuan struggled to break free, but Ye Feimo held her tightly. "Han Bi and I have no relationship anymore."

"Nonsense, she’s clearly in your heart." This was the thorn in Wen Nuan’s side.

Ye Feimo looked deeply at her. The ambiguous and warm atmosphere between them had been shattered by Han Bi’s phone call. Wen Nuan felt a pang of sadness recalling Ye Feimo’s initial motives.

From beginning to end, she feared she was merely a shadow of that other person.

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