The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 123: Birthday Disappointment and Lingering Thoughts

The intensity, the wildness of his actions, in the dead of night by the river, made it seem like a live X-rated scene was about to unfold, leaving onlookers dumbfounded.

Ye Feimo’s gaze sharpened, and he shielded Wen Nuan’s face with his body; she was a public figure, after all. The couple, caught in his stare, pretended to calmly look at the scenery across the river, then paused and looked back at them. Ye Feimo’s gaze turned cold. "What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen porn?"

Wen Nuan was initially mortified, but her embarrassment vanished, replaced by shock, at his outrageous remark. The couple was also mortified, the boy’s face flushed as he quickly pulled the girl and fled. There were over a thousand meters of riverbank; couldn’t they find another spot to rest?

Have you ever seen a man, caught in the act of doing something indecent, brazenly ask you, "Haven’t you ever seen porn?" Have you? Have you?

Certainly not. This was undoubtedly a first in history.

He was incredibly bold!

Too thick-skinned, too shameless, too inconsiderate of public decency, and too disdainful of others’ moral boundaries.

In short, Young Master Ye Er’s shocking tactics were exceptionally high-level.

Wen Nuan was completely flustered.

For a moment, she even forgot that they had almost had a passionate encounter right there and then.

Young Master Ye, did your statement imply that you’ve watched a lot of X-rated movies?

Ye Feimo didn’t understand why he always had such an intense craving for Wen Nuan. Was it because the taste of that night was too wonderful, or was it about conquest? He couldn’t figure it out. Just now at the dance hall, he had been teased by a sexy woman for a long time, but he had no reaction, only feeling disgust.

But just now, looking at her standing in front of him, her beautiful, affectionate peach blossom eyes gazing at him, he felt all the fire in his body concentrate on a certain part, burning fiercely.

This wasn’t the first time he had desired her so strongly.

He himself didn’t understand what he truly felt for Wen Nuan.

Why was he so desperate for her?

Today was his twenty-fifth birthday. Cheng Anya had said, "Feimo, bring Wen Nuan home for dinner."

Every year for his birthday, he disliked making a big fuss; it was always a joyous family dinner. Ye Ningyuan had also returned from England, and the whole family was present. But Wen Nuan had a show to attend and couldn’t reschedule.

Cheng Anya could only wait until after Wen Nuan’s show for them to have a late-night meal together.

Ye Feimo knew his mother liked Wen Nuan a lot. Originally, he hadn’t planned to bring Wen Nuan home for his birthday, but when Cheng Anya suggested it, he didn’t object and agreed to her proposal.

Who knew that Wen Nuan would actually leave with Fang Liucheng?

That girl dared to stand him up.

Since childhood, it had always been Ye Feimo standing others up; never the other way around. If it were an ordinary day, it might have been fine, but it was his birthday, and she showed such indifference.

He wanted to bring her home, yet she was out on a date with another man late at night.

Ye Feimo was furious, filled with a sense of betrayal and a deep-seated bitterness. His mood was incredibly complex and vexed. He simply decided to invite Lin Ning and the others to a dance hall to relax.

This group of young masters had grown up together. Although Lin Ning, Ye Feimo, and Tang Shuwen were nearly ten years apart in age, they belonged to the same circle and had been close friends since childhood. After starting their careers, they collaborated frequently, and their bond was very strong.

When Ye Feimo invited them out to relax for his birthday, they naturally agreed. These men, born with silver spoons in their mouths, were all exceptional individuals with good family backgrounds and looks. They were open-minded and had seen everything; which one of them hadn’t frequented dance halls during their rebellious youth?

Ye Feimo primarily wanted to vent the sourness and anger in his heart. But the more he drank, the angrier he became, constantly and uncontrollably wondering where Wen Nuan was and what she was doing.

Was she with Fang Liucheng, gushing over him again?

That girl had a bit of a weakness for good looks, and Fang Liucheng wasn’t bad-looking either—*ahem, though not as handsome as him*... but his family background was decent. Someone who started from scratch was the most heroic, Wen Nuan must be thinking. Someone who built their fortune from nothing surely had a different appeal than a third-generation rich kid like him.

Moreover, after realizing his mistake, Fang Liucheng was gentle and sincere with her, even confessing his feelings. But he had no idea what gentleness or declarations were; he considered them foolish inventions.

Comparing them, that scoundrel Fang Liucheng’s score in Wen Nuan’s heart must be higher than his.

While he drank and enjoyed himself at the bar, his mind was consumed by Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng, wondering what they were doing. Ye Feimo had never been so restless, his heart filled with immense irritation.

Just then, Han Bi called him.

She knew it was his birthday today. She said, "Feimo, I’ve cooked a table full of your favorite dishes. Come over, I’ll celebrate your birthday with you."

Ye Feimo thought that if she had phrased it differently, without mentioning "a table full of his favorite dishes," he might have gone over. But Han Bi didn’t know about his life with Wen Nuan and chose the worst possible phrasing.

"Cooking"—that immediately made him think of Wen Nuan.

Thinking of Wen Nuan only intensified his irritation. He couldn’t remember what else Han Bi had said; his mind was constantly filled with images of Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng together, images of Wen Nuan’s every expression.

At the thought of Wen Nuan, he indeed hung up on Han Bi. Han Bi called repeatedly, but Ye Feimo turned off his phone, no longer paying attention to her.

He hadn’t expected Han Bi to still remember his birthday and even prepare a meal for him. To say he wasn’t moved was a lie; he still felt a flicker of yearning, especially today.

He and Han Bi had also shared happy times. Han Bi had once celebrated his birthday by preparing a not-so-great meal. She was very busy then, but that day she still canceled her engagements, stayed home, went grocery shopping, and cooked, all to carefully prepare his favorite dishes.

Although Han Bi’s cooking skills weren’t great.

He had enjoyed that meal very much.

Years had passed. He still remembered that scene. Han Bi had betrayed him, betrayed their feelings and promises, but everything they once had together was still a part of his life and would not simply disappear.

He had turned off his phone, thinking that if she called again, he might not be able to resist going to her place.

He had tried to reduce his time with Han Bi, but it seemed ineffective; she always lingered like a ghost. Ye Feimo couldn’t pinpoint his own psychology; he didn’t refuse Han Bi’s closeness.

Perhaps it was nostalgia, perhaps a desire to prove something.

He was too lazy to think about it.

Hearing Lin Ning say that he had tricked Wen Nuan into going to the Huaijiang riverside, already past midnight, he feared something might happen to Wen Nuan and rushed there frantically.

From afar, he saw her sitting alone and forlorn on a bench. Ye Feimo couldn’t help but wonder, was Wen Nuan so dejected because she couldn’t find him? For some reason, the thought that this was the reason instantly made his mood excellent.

Now, holding her, kissing her, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, a satisfaction greater than their last time in bed, though he still very much wanted to have sex with her.

He was hugging her too tightly; Wen Nuan was having trouble breathing.

Being in "heat" or whatever, it was the most terrifying thing.

That part of him was still pressing hard against her lower abdomen. Wen Nuan didn’t dare to move, fearing that a slight twitch would make him act like a beast again, though he was already quite beastly.

By the riverside in late autumn, the evening breeze blew gently. It was late, and the wind grew colder, yet it couldn’t disperse the blush on her face. At the thought of the recent heated encounter, Wen Nuan’s heart seemed to pound out of her chest.

Ye Feimo was a bit different tonight.

"Ye Feimo, um... although it’s a bit late, happy birthday," Wen Nuan said. She hadn’t known Ye Feimo for long and hadn’t paid particular attention to his birthday, so it was perfectly normal that she didn’t know it.

It was already past midnight, and his birthday was over. Although her greeting was a bit late, she still wanted to convey her well wishes.

Ye Feimo then remembered Wen Nuan’s missed appointment tonight.

He slightly loosened his embrace and extended a hand expressionlessly. Wen Nuan looked confused. "What for?"

"What are you looking at? Your birthday gift!"

Wen Nuan fell silent, scratching her head. "I didn’t know it was your birthday today, and you didn’t say anything, so of course, I didn’t prepare a gift. Don’t make unreasonable demands."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feimo’s face darkened. He reached out and twisted Wen Nuan’s ear, unable to resist scolding her. "Didn’t I tell you to wait for me outside the studio? You dared to stand me up, and now you don’t even have a gift. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

His grip wasn’t very strong; he was just twisting her ear, deliberately teasing her. Wen Nuan was exasperated and reached out to hit him. Ye Feimo twisted harder. Wen Nuan playfully whined in pain, initially thinking Ye Feimo wouldn’t fall for that trick, but to her surprise, he actually let go obediently.

Thus, Miss Wen concluded that acting spoiled was indeed a woman’s most classic tactic, effective on gentle or tough men alike.

"I was busy when you called this afternoon, and my phone ran out of battery. I forgot about it the moment I turned around, and you didn’t remind me tonight. How was I supposed to remember?" Wen Nuan grumbled softly.

If Ye Feimo had called to inform her beforehand, she wouldn’t have left with Fang Liucheng.

Ye Feimo let out a cold snort. Thinking of Fang Liucheng, he immediately became possessive. "Where did you go with Fang Liucheng? In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone, what exactly were you doing? Confess honestly."

Wen Nuan shot him a sideways glance, lifting her chin proudly. "Why should I tell you?"

Ye Feimo gave a cold smile, then moved to twist her ear again. Wen Nuan hastily dodged him. He scoffed, "What’s Article Eight of the agreement?"

Wen Nuan, who was initially full of energy, instantly felt as if she had lost all her blood. "I didn’t do anything. We just had a late-night meal. He wants me to star in ’Beauty of Passion.’ That’s it. Satisfied?"

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