The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 191: Morning Mist

The next morning, Wen Nuan was awoken by a kiss. She swung her fist directly at the person’s face, muttering, "Stupid mosquito!"

The person, enraged, clutched his punched face. He realized profoundly that Wen Nuan must have done it on purpose. Who swats a mosquito with a fist? After hitting the "mosquito," Wen Nuan also woke up.

Upon waking, she saw Ye Feimo’s enlarged, handsome face right before her eyes. Wen Nuan gave a silly grin, which somewhat appeased Ye Feimo’s anger from being hit. He grunted, noting that there didn’t seem to be anything important to do today, so Wen Nuan rolled over, preparing to go back to sleep.

Ye Feimo tugged her hair. "What are you doing?"

"Your mom called and told you to go home today," Ye Feimo said, his face betraying no emotion, as he lightly pecked her cheek. "She smells so good. For this benefit, I can be magnanimous and overlook her assault."

"Got it, got it. You’re so annoying, get lost!" Wen Nuan swung another slap, but Ye Feimo deftly dodged it. If she hit him again, he’d kick her off the bed. Ye Feimo casually leaned back on the bed, waiting for Wen Nuan’s reaction.

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Wen Nuan suddenly opened her eyes, scrambled up from the bed, and the blanket slid down. Ye Feimo’s gaze darkened. Wen Nuan quickly pulled the blanket back up, wrapping herself. "Pervert!"

"I’m looking at my woman, fair and square. How is that perverted?" Ye Feimo retorted coolly. Drunk Wen Nuan was truly the cutest.

"What did you just say?"

"Your mom called and told you to go home."

Wen Nuan’s heart skipped a beat, and she frowned. "Who answered?"

"Nonsense. Besides you, it’s just me in this room." Ye Feimo looked at her with an expression that said, "Are you an idiot?" Wen Nuan wanted to cry but had no tears. "What time did my mom call?"

"Six o’clock. I told her you were sleeping."

Wen Nuan: "..."

This guy must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose. Of all things to say, he said she was sleeping. A man answering the phone early in the morning and saying she was sleeping—wasn’t that practically shouting that they lived together?

"What’s with that look? I was just telling the truth," Ye Feimo said solemnly. "Why are you glaring at me?"

Wen Nuan looked at the man with his bare chest before her, vaguely noticing a few faint scratches on his chest. Wen Nuan leaned in for a closer look, then glanced at her own fingernails. She suddenly remembered his gritted teeth from the taxi that day when he’d mentioned trimming nails. An impure scene played out in her mind. Ye Feimo watched her playfully. "Can you get any closer? Any closer and we’ll be kissing. Early in the morning, deliberately trying to tempt me."

Wen Nuan quickly backed away, wrapping herself in the quilt and moving further. Memories from last night flickered, and Wen Nuan’s face was so red it felt like it would bleed. She had been pulled back to bed by Ye Feimo and had let him have his way. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

She turned her head and glared fiercely at him. "You..."

Young Master Ye watched her flushed face teasingly and pointed to the alarm clock beside them. "You should go home. Your mom told you to go home for breakfast."

After they both washed up, Wen Nuan first made breakfast for Ye Feimo. He nonchalantly flipped through a newspaper. As Wen Nuan busied herself, Young Master Ye raised an eyebrow, then frowned, and asked, "How are you getting home?"

"There are taxis everywhere once I step outside. I’ll take a cab," Wen Nuan said, bringing over toast and milk. Ye Feimo stared at her with a strange gaze, leaving Wen Nuan confused.

Ye Feimo didn’t touch his breakfast, looking at her with a displeased expression. "Take a cab?"

"Of course. You don’t allow me to take the subway or the bus, so am I supposed to walk home?" Wen Nuan said matter-of-factly. "Hurry up and eat your breakfast, then go to work."

"I’m not working today," Ye Feimo said. He had given her such an obvious hint, yet she still didn’t get it? She hadn’t even joyfully told him, "Ye Feimo, why don’t I take you home?"

Was she looking for death?

So unperceptive.

"Why aren’t you working?" Wen Nuan was a bit puzzled; Ye Feimo was usually a very diligent person.

"I’m the boss, I decide. If I say I’m not going, then I’m not going," Ye Feimo stated. Wen Nuan nodded understandingly, thinking he might have an appointment with someone. Ye Feimo gritted his teeth, watching her.

Wen Nuan touched her face in confusion; there was nothing on her face.

Why was he looking at her with such... such fierce eyes?

"Did you make an appointment to discuss business outside?"

"No!"

"Playing golf?"

"No!"

"Playing tennis?"

"No!"

"...Having tea?"

"No!"

...

Wen Nuan couldn’t think of anything else. What exactly did he want?

Ye Feimo hadn’t eaten much breakfast, just a little milk. Wen Nuan didn’t pay him any mind and started packing her things to go downstairs. She had to leave quickly. Ye Feimo walked her downstairs, and Wen Nuan felt a bit flattered.

However, the expression on the man beside her didn’t look like someone seeing another person off. It looked more like he wanted to devour her.

Wen Nuan seriously pondered what she had done to provoke him.

She thought and thought, but still couldn’t figure out why.

Even when Wen Nuan reached downstairs, Ye Feimo was still staring at her intensely, his expression almost terrifying.

"What exactly are you angry about?"

"Am I angry?" Ye Feimo retorted sternly.

Wen Nuan was flustered. He clearly was angry!

"Then I’m going home. Bye-bye."

Ye Feimo stood behind her with a dark face, watching her retreating back. If his gaze could kill, he would have poked a hole right through her. Wen Nuan turned her head, seriously considering all possibilities.

Suddenly, something dawned on her. She froze for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Feimo.

Young Master Ye stood in the morning light, bathed in sunshine, yet no one could feel an ounce of warmth from him. Her lips curved into a smile, and she jogged back, intimately taking Ye Feimo’s hand and saying, "Ye Feimo, I think a taxi isn’t as comfortable as your car. How about you drive me home?"

Ye Feimo’s face began to clear, and he proudly lifted his chin. "You said that."

Wen Nuan couldn’t stand this kind of Young Master anymore and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I said it, I said it, all right?"

Ye Feimo was satisfied. He drove Wen Nuan to the Wen family’s house in high spirits.

Wen Nuan turned her head to look at Ye Feimo’s profile and shook her head. He was truly too childish.

Couldn’t he just tell her what he wanted directly? Did he have to convey it this way? Wen Nuan shook her head, feeling a bit bewildered and amused. Ye Feimo glared at her, and Wen Nuan quickly suppressed her smile.

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