The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 111: Mars Colliding Earth

Ye Feimo was displeased with Wen Nuan’s reaction. He tugged at her hair, forcing her to turn her face. "What’s with that expression? Do you think I’m not as handsome as him?"

Wen Nuan swatted his hand away. Luckily, she still had one usable arm. Did he have to be so rough?

"Young Master Ye, let me tell you, if you look at beautiful women every day, they eventually become ordinary. If you look at ’dinosaur women’ every day, they also become ordinary. By the same logic, men are the same. So there’s no distinction between handsome and not handsome," Wen Nuan said with a somewhat disingenuous smile. How could she possibly praise Young Master Ye and say he was handsome, even though he really was?

He and Ethan Ye were two different types.

A peony and a rose, each with their own charm. It’s not fair to compare.

Ye Feimo naturally interpreted her words to mean that Wen Nuan thought he was ugly, and that looking at him for a long time made him seem ordinary. He eyed her askance. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been exceptionally confident about his face.

"Your eyes need correcting at the hospital. Your astigmatism is too severe," Ye Feimo said coolly.

Wen Nuan sighed. "Ye Feimo, we’ve both been very busy lately. It’s rare for us to meet. Do we have to be sarcastic with each other? Can’t you change that foul temper of yours? Asking you to say something nice, or smile, isn’t asking you to sell yourself. Is it that hard?"

Young Master Ye’s personality was quite vexing.

"What kind of terrible analogy is that?"

Selling herself?

Wen Nuan blinked. "It’s a reasonable and logical analogy. Do you think selling yourself is easier than putting on a fake smile?"

Ye Feimo was speechless by Wen Nuan’s sharp tongue. Wen Nuan glanced at a certain person’s crotch and thought of a certain stud. He had to ’sell himself’ at least once a day, but he might not smile even once a month.

So, for ordinary people, putting on a fake smile was easier than ’selling oneself.’

For Young Master Ye, ’selling himself’ was probably easier than putting on a fake smile. freewёbnoνel.com

Wen Nuan gave a cool thumbs-up. "I forgot that studs are different from others. My apologies, it was indeed a bad analogy, shouldn’t have used it on you."

Ye Feimo was furious. What kind of look was that? Just as he was about to retort, the doorbell rang. The delivery person had arrived. Ye Feimo abandoned his thought, took his wallet, paid, grabbed the takeout, and slammed the door shut without another word.

The delivery boy was speechless...

He wouldn’t deliver to this place again; they were too rude.

Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan both liked the food from this restaurant. When they didn’t have time to cook, they would order from there once or twice. Wen Nuan always enjoyed the meals delivered.

The food from a big restaurant was indeed different; it tasted good.

At least better than what she could cook. She was okay with home-style dishes, but anything too complicated was beyond her.

During dinner, Wen Nuan remembered today’s magazine and asked, "Ye Feimo, is ’Liang Hongyu’ going to cast Han Bi as the lead?"

Ye Feimo paused, then looked at her in silence. Cai Xiaojing probably hadn’t mentioned it to her. He looked at her expression, and she didn’t seem to be deliberately probing for information; she was just nonchalant, which he found irritating.

Ye Feimo, in a twisted way, now wished that Wen Nuan would try to inquire about this news and even use some minor tricks to get this role, instead of asking him so casually.

"Who said that?"

"It came out in today’s magazine. I saw it at the hospital. It’s almost certainly true," Wen Nuan said. Actually, she didn’t really want to ask him about "Liang Hongyu," but since Sister Xiaojing seemed so concerned, she decided to ask.

From what Madam Ye implied that night, she didn’t seem to want Han Bi to play "Liang Hongyu," but Ye Feimo liked her, so it was possible he would let her play the role.

"Cai Xiaojing didn’t tell you anything?"

Wen Nuan was bewildered. After Cai Xiaojing read the magazine this morning, her expression was very off, and she hadn’t said anything to her. "What should Sister Xiaojing have told me?"

Ye Feimo gave her a cold glance. "Nothing!"

Wen Nuan was very curious about this drama, after all, the cast was too strong. She asked with a sweet smile, "Hey, tell me a little bit, I won’t tell anyone."

"It’s none of your business. Why do you need to know so much?" Ye Feimo said coldly.

Wen Nuan pouted, ’stingy!’ She lowered her head and ate.

After eating, Wen Nuan nestled in bed, reading the script. Lin Ning had already given her the script for "Beauty Unparalleled," forcefully ordering her to read it more while she was injured and hospitalized. Wen Nuan was unfortunate, having to memorize the script for "Princess Qinglian" and also read the script for "Beauty Unparalleled," keeping her incredibly busy.

After showering, Ye Feimo originally intended to go to the study upstairs. He had a contract with Chanel to handle, and he figured Wen Nuan would be asleep by the time he finished. They had been arguing lately, and she was terribly busy with work, so their opportunities to see each other were rare.

Plus, Wen Nuan had seen him and Han Bi in the apartment elevator that morning, and she might have felt a bit awkward. They had barely communicated lately, and seeing each other even once was difficult.

If he went back to work on documents tonight, they might not have many good days together for several weeks.

Ye Feimo thought about it and decided not to work. He decisively nestled into the covers as well.

He really disliked being cooped up in bed; it felt very decadent. Only aimless youths would spend all day in bed, playing games on their computers or watching adult films. For a busy person like him, opportunities to be cooped up in bed were extremely rare.

However, there was nothing he could do; Wen Nuan liked it.

She really liked being snuggled in bed and enjoyed it immensely. Ye Feimo had been infected and recently found being in bed quite nice as well.

She used the same shower gel as him. After bathing, her scent was the same as his. This warmth created an indescribable intimacy, intoxicating him. Ye Feimo wondered if he had become addicted to this atmosphere.

Wen Nuan was reading her script, and Ye Feimo was playing games on his tablet. To avoid disturbing Wen Nuan, he had muted the sound and was having a blast. This was a game designed by Ye Ningyuan. The difficulty level was, of course, not on par with commercial games, so Ye Feimo was playing enthusiastically.

Normally, neither disturbed the other, but at this moment, an unexpected event occurred.

Under the covers, Wen Nuan’s foot accidentally brushed against Ye Feimo’s foot. She seemed oblivious, still earnestly reading her script, but Ye Feimo felt as if an electric current shot up from his foot, directly to a certain part of his body.

He secretly cursed, then deliberately stretched his leg to rub against Wen Nuan’s.

Wen Nuan remained oblivious, continuing to read her script.

Ye Feimo was infuriated. This was the first time he, the young master, had so openly tried to charm a woman, and she remained completely oblivious! Wasn’t this a blatant disregard for his allure?

Ever since he signed that agreement with her, Wen Nuan had never *been* with him, except for that one night of anger in the hotel. He was starting to miss the taste of Wen Nuan. Sharing a bed every night, it wasn’t that he didn’t feel anything. It was just that Wen Nuan was always reluctant, and he wanted her to be willing. The problem was, at this rate, the chance of her becoming willing was rarer than Mars colliding with Earth.

Since that was the case, why should he deny himself the pleasure of a soft, fragrant embrace?

Besides, the rumors continued to spread without a hitch, but his interest in *that* sort of thing had been low. Now, a fire had ignited within him, and it seemed only Wen Nuan could extinguish it.

He turned his head to look at Wen Nuan, who was engrossed in her script. Her fair, smooth cheeks glowed like fine jade under the light. Wen Nuan’s profile was exquisitely beautiful, not the kind of sculpted, cold beauty that was popular.

She possessed a gentle, soft beauty. Her facial features were incredibly delicate and refined, appearing even more captivating and alluring under the light. Her long, curled eyelashes softly fluttered, as if something was brushing against Young Master Ye’s heart, making his thoughts wander.

Even a dead person would revive if looked at like that by him. What was Ye Feimo, staring at her so intensely like a beast, planning to do? My goodness, her arm was injured, he couldn’t be *that* beastly, could he?

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