The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 209: A Family Discussion

Ye Tianyu and Ye Kelan burst into laughter, and Cheng Anya couldn’t help but chuckle. She had long felt it was necessary; she was always curious about how Feimo’s personality developed.

He was born with the look of a little old man.

"Genetics," Ye Feimo grunted.

Young Master Ye Third slanted a look at him. "Don’t blame everything on genetics. My genes are excellent; just look at your brother. Genetics, indeed! There’s no one like you in our family."

Ye Tianyu chimed in, "Grandpa, Dad’s upbringing should be Grandma’s credit. Character is formed by seven years old, so it has nothing to do with you."

Young Master Ye Third turned and glared. Ye Tianyu smiled with gentlemanly elegance, a perfect miniature replica of Ye Ningyuan. Cheng Anya gave Ye Tianyu a thumbs-up, praising him. This child was the most objective and deserved commendation.

Ye Kelan pondered, confused. "Dad grew up in a single-parent household, so his upbringing is Grandma’s credit. Second Uncle lacks neither love nor calcium and was raised by both Grandpa and Grandma. So... Grandpa, you have inescapable responsibility!"

Cheng Anya also started to disdain Young Master Ye Third. Indeed, it was his problem.

Young Master Ye Third kicked the silent, cool-acting Ye Feimo. Cheng Anya said, "This profoundly illustrates how important postnatal character development is. Look at Kaka and the others; aren’t they all just like their old man? Ningyuan was raised by me, so he’s like me."

"Wait, Mo Xiaobai is nothing like his old man, nor like Weiwei," Young Master Ye Third corrected.

Parents indeed have a great influence on their children. Look at Ye Tianyu, he’s a miniature Ye Ningyuan. Mo Yao is a replica of Mo Ye. But Feimo is nothing like him; he was never so brooding when he was young.

"Little Junior Uncle..." Ye Kelan mused. "Cousin Wushuang said that Little Junior Uncle was accidentally swapped by Auntie when he was a baby."

"Possible," Young Master Ye Third thought this possibility was more likely. Then he slanted another glance at Ye Feimo. "I also think it’s necessary to investigate the children born at the same time. Maybe our family also got the wrong baby."

Ye Feimo sat there bored, listening to his old man complain.

Ye Ningyuan and Xu Nuo also laughed non-stop after hearing this conversation. Ye Ningyuan also deeply felt that his younger brother had been quite peculiar since childhood. Ye Tianyu said, "Second Uncle has always been like this, and it has nothing to do with postnatal development, so it’s not Grandpa’s fault."

Young Master Ye Third was about to say that this child was truly sensible, when Ye Tianyu continued, "So this is natural, Second Uncle is absolutely correct, it’s genetic. Grandma is so lovely and cheerful, so it’s certainly not from Grandma’s genes. Grandpa still has an inescapable responsibility."

"Brother, you’re so smart!"

Young Master Ye Third was speechless. After all that, it still came back to genetics. Fine, he reluctantly admitted it was related to genetics, but this gene must have mutated somewhere, which is why he turned out this way.

The family chatted until dinner time. Ye Ningyuan and Xu Nuo prepared a very lavish hotpot, which was indeed very comfortable to eat in this weather. Ye Feimo, however, was thinking of Wen Nuan’s cooking.

Ye Feimo and Ye Tianyu didn’t eat spicy food, so Ye Ningyuan prepared a yuan-yang hotpot (a pot with two divided sections, one spicy and one mild). Seeing Ye Feimo’s chopsticks about to cross into the spicy side, Cheng Anya tapped him. "What’s wrong with you today? You’re so distracted."

Ye Ningyuan glanced at him. "He must be heartbroken."

Young Master Ye Third nodded. That’s the correct answer. Ningyuan and his views were the most similar.

Ye Feimo had a talent for it. Whatever Young Master Ye Third and Ye Ningyuan said, he didn’t interrupt, simply letting it blow over, focusing on eating his hotpot. The father and son talked for a long time without getting a reaction from him, and eventually, they quieted down too.

During the meal, Ye Ningyuan announced that they would move back permanently next year. Cheng Anya was the happiest. Young Master Ye Third frowned. "You’re retiring so soon?"

Coming back to be a third wheel so early, how annoying.

He still wanted to enjoy a few more years of freedom with Anya, but honestly, he did miss their whole family.

"Yes, I’ll hand it over to Kaka first. Tianyu can take over in a few years."

"Dad, I can take over now," Ye Tianyu said, a gentlemanly smile gracing his still somewhat childish face, with a hint of grand ambition and determination in his eyes.

Cheng Anya said, "No way!"

Young Master Ye Third and Xu Nuo also disagreed. Ye Ningyuan said, "Let him train for a few years. Let Kaka take charge. You’ll have plenty of opportunities later."

Ye Tianyu nodded. Although a little disappointed, he had no objections.

Ye Feimo said, "Since you’re moving back, you can handle Anning, and I..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Ye Ningyuan chuckled. "Don’t be so disloyal. Your brother here is going to loaf around starting next year. You just dutifully take over the family business. I’m not interested in business matters."

Ye Feimo snorted coldly. Cheng Anya said, "Hmm, Ningyuan should rest. Feimo, no arguments." ƒreewebɳovel.com

For the past twenty years, Ningyuan’s life had been too tense, too stressful. It was time for him to enjoy life. Besides, he wasn’t necessarily more suited to be the CEO of Anning International than Feimo.

Ye Feimo went home after eating hotpot at the Ye family home.

On his way back, he received a call from Han Bi. Han Bi said with a laugh, "Feimo, where are you? I’ll bring your watch over."

Ye Feimo pulled his car over to the side of the road and rolled down the window. The cold wind rushed in, bringing a slight chill. The man’s rigid silhouette appeared even colder now, as if carved by a knife and axe, his deep, ancient-pool-like eyes bottomless.

The watch...

That watch.

He remembered many things, his past with Han Bi, his deliberate closeness to her these past few years, his deliberate living in past memories, his deliberate inability to forget her.

Was it for Han Bi, or for his youthful love? He didn’t know.

But now, all of this had hurt Wen Nuan.

If he continued to be entangled with Han Bi, the pain to Wen Nuan would likely be even greater.

"Feimo, why aren’t you saying anything? What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Han Bi asked anxiously, her voice soft and delicate, sounding very comfortable, very comfortable.

Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes. Since when had that voice stopped lingering in his dreams?

"Han Bi, keep that watch. I don’t want it anymore," Ye Feimo said blankly. Han Bi’s whole body trembled, her body like the December weather, almost frozen solid. This watch... he didn’t want it anymore?

Ye Feimo looked at the road in the distance, the streetlights flickering. His eyes were cold and resolute. "This watch was originally a gift from you to me. Saying I don’t want it isn’t right; consider it returned to its original owner."

Han Bi whispered painfully, "Returned to its original owner? Feimo, do you really want to break off with me so completely? Even the watch you gave me, you’re returning it. Please don’t be so cruel, okay?"

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