The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 202: A Fractured Trust

Wen Nuan had intended to listen to his explanation, but upon hearing Ye Feimo’s accusatory tone, she immediately stood up. "Ye Feimo, what right do you have to question me? Who needs to explain here? Are you implying I’m wrong just because you’re acting so self-righteous?"

Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes, his dangerous gaze fixed on her. "You read my messages?"

"You’re the one who told me to answer the phone. If I had picked up, Han Bi would have told me anyway. Besides, I didn’t mean to open your messages; your phone’s touch sensitivity is too good, and I accidentally opened it. Forget it, I’m not explaining anything to you. Anyway, I won’t pry into your privacy anymore. That’s it. I’m tired, and you don’t need to explain either." Wen Nuan was truly angry. She threw her textbook down, intending to leave.

Ye Feimo grabbed her arm. Wen Nuan struggled, but he held her even tighter. Wen Nuan said with suppressed anger, "Let go!"

"She was sick that day, and I went to see her. Her tea accidentally spilled on my wrist, so I took off my watch. I forgot to take it with me when I left," Ye Feimo explained.

Wen Nuan sneered. "Oh, she was sick, you went to see her, tea accidentally spilled, so you took off your watch. Then why did you lie? You personally told me you sent the watch for maintenance."

Ye Feimo’s gaze was deep and somber, suppressing some emotions within his eyes, holding them back fiercely without letting them escape. He simply looked at Wen Nuan with a chilling calm. "I just didn’t want you to overthink things."

Wen Nuan looked at Ye Feimo, thinking of his cold attitude towards Han Bi in front of her, then remembering their lingering connection behind her back. She couldn’t help but suspect, "Ye Feimo, are you doing this on purpose?"

Was he deliberately being so cold to Han Bi in front of her, intentionally making her believe they were completely over, while secretly continuing to meet her? Perhaps in places she couldn’t see, they had done even more intimate things.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh. Ye Feimo grabbed her shoulders. Wen Nuan saw a hint of panic in his expression, an anger that wasn’t quite anger. She sneered, "What are you anxious about? You should be anxious about Han Bi, not me."

"Wen Nuan, I was wrong to lie to you. As for the watch, that’s truly what happened. There’s nothing more I can say. Don’t you believe me?"

Wen Nuan was furious, her face flushed. "Believe you? What right do you have to demand I believe you? Do your actions give me reason to believe you? Ye Feimo, don’t be so selfish. Don’t demand that I obey you like an accessory, silently enduring whatever you do like a block of wood. You’re dreaming! You lied to me first, and then got exposed. And you still demand that I believe you? That’s simply impossible."

Ye Feimo slowly loosened his grip on her hand. She couldn’t read his expression—was it disappointment or indifference? She didn’t know. Wen Nuan thought that their happiness wasn’t feigned, and she could feel his affection for her, but she didn’t know how much else was mixed in with that love.

She also didn’t know what role Han Bi truly played in his heart.

Ye Feimo stubbornly demanded her trust, which seemed unlikely.

Perhaps he had a past record, or perhaps she knew he and Han Bi had a history, or perhaps, she was well aware that their beginning, more or less, carried the shadow of Han Bi.

So, trust was too difficult.

When she first agreed to be with him, she thought, she knew Han Bi was in his heart, and she thought that perhaps if she tried harder, the outcome would be different.

But now, even his explanation was so vague.

Wen Nuan was very sad.

She managed to suppress the sorrow welling up inside her, looking directly at Ye Feimo. She tried to appear as composed as possible. "Ye Feimo, actually, you don’t need to lie to me, and you don’t need to explain anything. I remember you said your interest in a woman can only last for a week. You’ve had your fill, and it’s been more than a week. After all, I’m not her. If you’re tired of me, just tell me. I won’t cling to you."

Ye Feimo’s gaze darkened, a menacing aura rising as he looked at her with a mix of shock and anger, as if wanting to tear her to pieces.

The explanation that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down. Wen Nuan saw him remain silent for a long time, gave a self-deprecating laugh, grabbed her bag, and left.

Wen Nuan had a peculiar habit: when she felt troubled, she liked to go to crowded places, such as bustling squares or by the Huaijiang River. The livelier the place, the more she liked it, as if the cheerfulness could drive away all her sadness and sorrow.

It was almost New Year’s Day, and the streets were filled with a festive atmosphere, a sense of renewal. Stores were offering discounts and promotions, and people were happily shopping, busy preparing for the new year.

"Beauty Unrivaled" promotional posters adorned the streets, but Wen Nuan felt no joy. Her career success seemed unable to offset the emptiness in her heart; the delight of overnight fame had long since dissipated into oblivion.

Wen Nuan wore a white knitted hat and sunglasses, with the brim pulled low. She sat silently on a bench in the square, while others rested their feet or chatted over milk tea.

The weather was a bit cold. She warmed her hands, unsure where to go.

Chen Xueru and Tang Shuwen were getting married, so Mandong must be busy. Gao Chunmiao’s family went to the U.S. for New Year’s, so they weren’t in the city. Should she go home? That would be too embarrassing. She thought and thought, realizing she didn’t have many close friends.

Gloomy...

An endless silence oppressed her nerves; happiness had vanished without a trace.

She took out her iPhone tablet from her bag, turned it on, and logged onto Weibo. She already had 2 million followers. Wen Nuan was a loyal user of Sina Weibo and had not yet gone to Tencent, Sohu, or other websites, even though some had offered very good residency fees, but she had refused.

She felt that one Weibo was enough.

Too many, and she wouldn’t have the energy to manage them.

Besides her, only Sister Xiaojing knew the account and password for this Weibo, sometimes posting work-related information on her behalf. She usually didn’t concern herself with these things.

What should she write? Wen Nuan pursed her lips. When she was in a bad mood, she didn’t know what to write on Weibo either.

After thinking for a long time, Wen Nuan still didn’t know what to write, so she finally took a picture of the bustling square and uploaded it.

"It’s cold on the street today, and shopping alone is so boring. Anyone want to meet up by chance?"

Just ten seconds after the Weibo post, there were many replies. Many locals immediately recognized where she was. The place was very easy to identify. The last time, she and Ye Feimo had reconciled here. She was so unoriginal, she just ended up here again.

Chen Xueru called, laughing as she asked, "Are you in XX Square?"

"How did you know?"

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