The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 144: The Bitter Taste of Cold War

Every time they quarreled, he acted as if nothing had happened, but she didn’t possess that level of composure. To be insulted so profoundly and still greet him with a smile was beyond her.

"The movie’s promotional budget came from me. In other words, you’re staying in this room with my money. Why can’t I come in?" Ye Feimo retorted, his expression blank, his eyes fixed on her intently.

Wen Nuan hadn’t acknowledged him at all during the film festival, especially that definitive "don’t know," which thoroughly infuriated Ye Feimo. He had initially just wanted to see her once, but now that wasn’t enough.

She could curse him, ridicule him, say anything she wanted, but he couldn’t stand Wen Nuan being so cold to him.

So, possessed by some irrational impulse, he came to the hotel.

Wen Nuan’s lips curled into a cold smile. She walked over to pack her luggage. Ye Feimo frowned, watching her actions, and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"

She remained silent, defiantly packing her things.

If he wouldn’t leave, she would!

Ye Feimo suddenly seized her wrist, demanding harshly, "How long are you going to stay angry?"

His grip was too strong, making Wen Nuan wince in pain. She gave a self-deprecating laugh. "How dare I be angry with Young Master Ye? I’m just an artist, where would I get such courage? You overestimate me."

"Wen Nuan!"

"Let go!" Wen Nuan struggled furiously, glaring at Ye Feimo. "Young Master Ye, can you stop being so ridiculous? Weren’t you with Han Bi tonight? What are you doing still bothering me?"

Ye Feimo frowned. He knew Wen Nuan had misunderstood, but he stubbornly refused to explain.

Han Bi was Han Bi, and Wen Nuan was Wen Nuan.

"You were bought by me from the beginning, have you forgotten?" Ye Feimo’s words burst out like bullets, one by one. Wen Nuan’s face turned pale, then ashen. So, in his heart, that was her standing.

He had bought her.

Like a pet, once bought, he could treat her however he wished. He was free to hit or curse her. What right did a pet have to resist its owner? Had she forgotten her place, forgotten that she was merely Ye Feimo’s contract lover?

"Yes, I was bought by you. However, Ye Feimo, even a bought pet has the right to resist its owner. Either discard this pet, or accept its resistance," Wen Nuan said indifferently, a sarcastic curl on her lips. "Speaking of contracts, Young Master Ye, didn’t you say your freshness with a woman only lasts a week at most? I see it’s been how many weeks now? The freshness has passed. Are you considering terminating the contract?"

From the very beginning, neither of them had truly taken that paper seriously. If they had, perhaps their relationship wouldn’t be like this now.

Ye Feimo’s face was grim, his dark eyes unreadable. His willingness to humble himself and seek out Wen Nuan was already his absolute limit. It was a clear sign that he was trying to make amends.

Yet, Wen Nuan showed no appreciation, even bringing up the contract.

He was never a patient person. From childhood, he got everything he wanted, and everyone deferred to him. Wen Nuan, however, had repeatedly acted ungraciously, pushing Ye Feimo’s patience to its limit. He smiled coldly. "Since you mentioned the contract, then I won’t be polite."

Ye Feimo roughly shoved her away. Wen Nuan stumbled back a few steps, almost falling. Ye Feimo’s eyes seemed to be frozen ice, making Wen Nuan feel as though she had been drenched in cold water in December.

"Come here, take off your clothes!"

The words struck Wen Nuan like thunder, her face instantly turning ashen.

Her small fists clenched tightly.

Take off her clothes?

Was that what he meant?

Ye Feimo walked closer, step by step. His towering figure created a psychological pressure on her. Wen Nuan shivered coldly, involuntarily wanting to retreat, but she ultimately straightened her back. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Ye Feimo lifted Wen Nuan’s chin. His refined and noble features were now covered in an icy coldness. In his eyes, a malevolent spirit seemed to reside, deep, dark, and dangerous. "You’re right. You’re just a pet I bought. Since you don’t want to be treated as a person and prefer to be a pet, then accept the treatment of a pet."

Wen Nuan wouldn’t know what a profound humiliation these words were for Ye Feimo.

All this time, even for a second, he hadn’t taken that contract seriously. Whenever he brought it up to "shock" Wen Nuan, it was mostly in jest. If he truly considered her a purchased woman, she would have been "played" countless times by now.

Since she refused to accept his overture, he wouldn’t be blamed for being heartless.

"What are you dawdling for? Take them off!" Ye Feimo roared, his voice harsh and deep. Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, glaring at him in anger, but Ye Feimo was unmoved. He looked at her with an gaze that seemed to say, "You’re just a pet."

There was no emotion whatsoever.

Wen Nuan’s heart felt as if it had been stabbed, her entire body’s sensations aching to the point of numbness.

She remembered his gentleness by the river that day, his affection. It turned out to be just an illusion of the night, all fake.

It was clearly his fault, so why could he so righteously accuse her?

Wen Nuan stubbornly bit her lip, not shedding a single tear. She reached out and took off her evening gown. Because the dress was a low-cut design, she wasn’t wearing a bra, only pasties. She carelessly tore them off and removed her underwear. Her movements seemed numb as she stripped herself completely bare.

Her pale face held a stubborn despair.

She just wouldn’t beg for mercy, even knowing what awaited her.

Ye Feimo’s eyes darkened, and his fists clenched.

Her figure was graceful and curvaceous, beautiful like a jade sculpture.

He suddenly reached out and pulled her into his embrace. Wen Nuan’s eyes were indifferent, without a ripple, as if whatever Ye Feimo was about to do had nothing to do with her. She had emptied her heart and her body.

The cold buttons on his chest pressed into her skin. Wen Nuan’s skin developed a thin layer of goosebumps. She tragically realized that even emptying her heart and body couldn’t stop her body’s reactions.

"Does it have to be like this?" Ye Feimo struggled to suppress his temper, veins throbbing on the back of his hand. His patience had reached its limit, and he gripped her waist so tightly it felt like he might break it.

Before, whenever she was close, he would feel an intense urge to have her.

But now, she was expressionless, numbly stripping herself bare and presenting herself to him, yet he had no reaction.

Wen Nuan’s gaze was like the sharpest sword on earth, slicing him into pieces.

He had come to see her.

He had come to make amends, to talk to her properly, to say, "Wen Nuan, let’s not fight anymore. Let’s make up."

That was clearly what he had been thinking.

But why had it turned out this way?

Wen Nuan gave a cold smile. "Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?"

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