The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 140: An Empty Home

The City Apartments, 44th floor.

Outside, the city lights were just coming on, and the stars twinkled brightly, yet inside, the room was shrouded in darkness. The oppressive blackness made it hard to breathe. Occasionally, a white flash illuminated the room, the reflection of a TV screen dancing on the walls.

Ye Feimo sat in front of the television, pressing the remote continuously. He didn’t know what he wanted to watch; he just pressed the buttons with a blank expression.

He changed channels so quickly that he’d switch before any sound even registered.

The light refracted from the television cast a hazy paleness over his face. Ye Feimo intently watched the screen, gradually slowing down his channel-surfing. He still kept pressing, but this time, he waited for sound before changing the channel.

Inside the room, apart from the television’s noise, there was no other sound.

His familiar busyness was gone, the familiar scent was gone, and the familiar person was gone. Suddenly, he felt an unnerving quietness in his home.

It was nine o’clock.

Wen Nuan still hadn’t returned, and his phone, lying beside him, hadn’t rung.

He remembered she hadn’t been working overtime recently and wouldn’t be at the film set. He hadn’t called Cai Xiaojing, nor had he called Wen Nuan. He thought Wen Nuan would call him. If she were busy, she would call him every night to remind him to eat, not to go hungry. Waiting for her call, listening to her voice, had become a pleasure.

But now, her voice was gone.

It was as if his world had lost its sound.

It was so late, and she still hadn’t returned, no call either. Was she not coming back?

At the thought of this possibility, Ye Feimo couldn’t calm down. He pressed the buttons even faster, the screen flickering wildly, hurting his eyes.

Maybe his phone was out of battery.

He picked it up and saw it still had four bars of power.

Ye Feimo slumped back on the sofa, feeling utterly deflated. It was truly quiet; with only the TV sound, it felt even quieter.

His stomach began to ache.

He hadn’t eaten anything in the morning, and at noon, he had no appetite or desire to eat. Now, there was no one to cook for him, and his stomach pain intensified. Ye Feimo curled up on the sofa, sweating profusely from the pain.

He thought of that night when his stomach hurt, and Wen Nuan bought him medicine, milk tea, and doughnuts, and even spent a wonderful evening with him. Why wasn’t she here today?

Tonight, with his stomach aching, who would buy him medicine? Who would buy him doughnuts? Who would buy him milk tea? There would be no one.

It truly hurt.

Why had he said those idiotic things to her? If he hadn’t, Wen Nuan might not have left.

Ye Feimo’s stomach ached terribly, yet he kept wondering, if Wen Nuan left, would she not come back?

She wasn’t obligated to stay here.

Would she stop cooking for him?

He was actually going crazy missing her.

The pain became unbearable. Ye Feimo took out his stomach medicine from his pocket, swallowed it haphazardly, and lay on the sofa, cold sweat trickling down his face.

"Stupid girl, you’d better not come back, or I’ll really teach you a lesson."

Ye Feimo endured the stomach pain while cursing, despite looking weak, he still tried to put on a fierce facade.

The TV was playing "Breakup," and the melancholic lyrics irritated Ye Feimo. He picked up the remote control and violently threw it at the television. Perhaps due to his stomach pain, his aim was off, and it hit the vase next to the TV, shattering it.

Cheng Anya opened the door to the 45th floor. The room was completely dark, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why couldn’t she see anyone?

She walked around the room, intending to put the food she had bought into the refrigerator, but the fridge was empty, as if no one lived there. Wasn’t Wen Nuan supposed to be taking care of Feimo?

She dialed Ye Feimo’s number. It rang once before being answered. "Wen Nuan, hurry back and cook!"

Her son roared at her in a menacing voice.

Cheng Anya paused. "I’m upstairs in the apartment. Where are you?"

She had been casually wandering upstairs when she suddenly discovered the connecting passage. Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow, remembering that Wen Nuan seemed to live on the 44th floor. So, someone had connected these two floors.

Quite ingenious.

"Mom?" Ye Feimo was stunned, as if he hadn’t expected it to be Cheng Anya. Cheng Anya had already come downstairs, walked through the bedroom, and entered the living room. Ye Feimo was still lying on the sofa, unresponsive.

Cheng Anya turned on the lights and was startled. She quickly snatched the remote control from his hand and turned off the television.

"What are you doing? Is your stomach hurting? Go to the hospital." Cheng Anya said sternly, making a move to help him up. Ye Feimo shook his head, refusing to go. "Mommy, I’m fine. I took medicine." freewebnσvel.cøm

Cheng Anya felt both heartbroken and angry. Seeing the shattered pieces in front of the TV, she knew Feimo had thrown a tantrum.

"You brat, can’t you just make things easy for me?" Cheng Anya wiped the sweat from his forehead, then hurried upstairs to retrieve the food she’d bought, put it in the refrigerator, and immediately started cooking for him.

Cheng Anya’s cooking skills had never been particularly good, and her food wasn’t exactly delicious.

However, when it came to making porridge, it was acceptable.

She made seafood porridge for Ye Feimo.

She also stir-fried Ye Feimo’s favorite asparagus, then brought it out and told Ye Feimo to come eat. Ye Feimo had no appetite, but Cheng Anya glared at him. "Come here!"

He walked over expressionlessly and sat down to eat.

"Where’s Wen Nuan?" Cheng Anya asked, guessing they had probably argued, given that Wen Nuan wasn’t home so late.

Ye Feimo didn’t answer, remaining silent, head bowed as he drank the seafood porridge. Cheng Anya pursed her lips. "Did you two quarrel?"

If it was just a quarrel, it would be fine, but it wasn’t really a quarrel.

Strictly speaking, he was the one who cursed Wen Nuan, and she hadn’t even talked back. Now, he even wished Wen Nuan would come back and scold him thoroughly; at least then he would feel a little better.

"Feimo, do you like Wen Nuan?" Cheng Anya asked.

"I don’t know!" Ye Feimo said stubbornly.

Cheng Anya laughed. "What do you mean ’I don’t know’? ’Like’ has two words, ’don’t like’ has three. There’s no such thing as ’I don’t know’!"

"I just don’t know!" Ye Feimo said, adding two more words, which exasperated Cheng Anya.

"With an attitude like yours, don’t expect any girl to like you. Even if they do, who could stand your temper?" Cheng Anya couldn’t help but lecture him. "Wen Nuan is such a sweet child, and you managed to drive her away. I’m telling you, I’ve decided she’s my daughter-in-law. You’d better go win her back, or you’re dead."

Ye Feimo’s lip twitched. "If you like her, you go after her. Oh, Dad won’t let you."

Cheng Anya almost pushed him into the seafood porridge, but seeing that his stomach was upset, she decided to spare him for now.

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