The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 122: A Midnight Reunion

Wen Nuan’s lips curved upward. The couple, about her age, looked striking. The girl wore a pink cardigan and faded jeans, while the boy was handsome in a thin gray sweater and jeans; they looked perfectly matched.

Spending the night by the river, simply enjoying the scenery, was perhaps a unique kind of romance.

Years from now, whether they were still together or had parted ways, if they ever came back to this spot, they would surely remember having spent a night sitting there, and the feeling would undoubtedly be very different from now.

Wen Nuan rested for a while. It was almost one o’clock. She called home, but no one answered, nor did anyone answer on the 45th floor. Ye Feimo still hadn’t returned. Wen Nuan sighed. Perhaps he was celebrating with his friends, or perhaps he was in some corner she couldn’t find.

For this birthday, she could only let down Ye Feimo’s expectations.

She could only say she was sorry to him.

She had a premonition that Ye Feimo would definitely be angry with her.

Wen Nuan rose and slowly started walking back. The evening breeze was chilly; it was early winter, and the weather was somewhat cold. Wen Nuan hunched her shoulders. She was walking with her head down when she suddenly felt a burning gaze fixed on her. She instinctively looked up...

She saw Ye Feimo standing about ten meters away from her. Wen Nuan paused, gazing at him blankly.

Along the riverbank railing, a streetlamp stood every two meters. Its light pierced the night, casting a somber, alluring glow around him. He looked at her, as if transcending countless years, waiting only for her to find him at this moment.

Searching and searching, they finally found each other.

On the large screen of the building across the river, Wen Nuan’s advertisement scrolled by—the 5203 series perfume ad, with its subtle, ambiguous filming style, the beautiful butterfly, and the line "5203," quietly unfurling.

It was her advertisement, and it was his advertisement too.

Ye Feimo...

Wen Nuan’s heart pounded. Her earlier worries, bewilderment, and anxiety vanished into thin air, becoming unimportant. It was as if nothing else mattered; in her gaze, she saw only him.

For the first time, she felt it: it was him, and he was the one for this lifetime.

Wen Nuan was a little confused, not understanding the fire in his eyes, nor knowing if he was angry or calm as he looked at her. He seemed to have run all the way here.

There were still beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wen Nuan’s lips parted slightly. He suddenly walked towards her, each step quickening, then abruptly pulled her into an embrace. The force was so great that Wen Nuan lost her grip on her bag and keys, which fell to the ground. Before she could utter a word, he had already lowered his head and seized her lips.

A fierce, urgent kiss swept over her.

Ye Feimo clasped Wen Nuan’s waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, kissing her lips fiercely. Wen Nuan was taken aback. His tongue had already breached her teeth, its agile tip sweeping across every part of her inner mouth, tangling with her tongue, sucking and gently biting. Wen Nuan closed her eyes, tightly clutching Ye Feimo’s shoulders, her soft body swaying with the intensity of his kiss.

He kissed her deeply, as if wanting to plunder everything from her, leaving no sweetness untouched. Her tongue throbbed, yet he wouldn’t stop. His fervent kiss shifted its ground, encompassing her earlobe. Wen Nuan felt paralyzed, as if a current had passed through her, her body trembling lightly. Her legs went weak, and she almost lost her footing. Ye Feimo pushed her against the railing, his warm lips lingering on her neck and collarbone, then covering her delicate earlobe. Wen Nuan whimpered, which seemed to further ignite his primal urges. Young Master Ye seized her lips fiercely once more.

Wen Nuan couldn’t help but arch her back, half of her body suspended over the river. This position made Wen Nuan’s heart pound with fear. "Ye Feimo, if you’re going to kiss me, choose a safe position, please!"

This position felt as if they were both about to fall into the Huaijiang River; it was simply... driven by primal instinct.

Their bodies were pressed intimately together. She could clearly feel his arousal, defiantly pressing against her. He kissed her fiercely, heavily, and deeply. Wen Nuan’s heart pounded like thunder, her long hair cascading onto the river’s surface. The scene was unusually captivating and moving.

His lips began to wander over her chest. Wen Nuan’s coat had already been pushed aside by him, and Ye Feimo’s hand tugged at her clothes, planting hot, tingling kisses on her chest.

Wen Nuan trembled all over. This feeling was even more thrilling than a clandestine affair.

And it was in public!

Their intimate reflections were visible on the river. Her waist was aching from being suspended. She couldn’t help but cling to Ye Feimo’s shoulders, straightening up. This made it inconvenient for Ye Feimo to kiss her chest, so he attacked her lips instead. Wen Nuan inwardly groaned, certain that Ye Feimo would kiss her right into the river.

Then, tomorrow’s entertainment headlines would blare out a terrifying headline: "Wen Nuan and Young Master Ye Er in a passionate embrace, accidentally falling into the Huaijiang River!"

"Ye Feimo!" Wen Nuan dodged his hot lips and couldn’t help but push him. "You need to consider the situation when you’re... in heat."

Wen Nuan stopped speaking before she finished, "Wuwu..." Whose tender, almost seductive voice was that, as if soaked in charm? Whose was it? It certainly wasn’t hers, it couldn’t be hers.

Wen Nuan nearly cried.

That voice had a flavor of both desire and resistance, making men even more hot-blooded.

As Wen Nuan expected, Ye Feimo kissed her even more fiercely. She even wondered if Ye Feimo wanted to "take care of her" right there and then. This would not only make the entertainment headlines but also the social news.

"Wuwu..."

Ye Feimo ultimately didn’t let his primal urges completely take over. Finally sated, he hugged Wen Nuan tightly, calming the commotion within him. If it weren’t for the wrong location, he truly would have taken her.

His heartbeat was no slower than Wen Nuan’s. She leaned into his embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her heart fluttered even more.

She had originally intended to push him away, but instinctively, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. Ye Feimo was wearing a beige jacket, and his body radiated immense heat. Leaning against him, she felt incredibly safe.

The couple, who had been watching their passionate display with wide eyes, were stunned. The girl, who had been sleepy, had her drowsiness completely shaken away by the scene. To get a clearer view, they even secretly moved closer to watch.

"Oh my god, that’s too passionate!"

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