The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 163: A Delivery and a Discovery

An hour later, Wen Nuan arrived downstairs at Anning International Tower, bristling with indignation.

*How outrageous! Was Ye Feimo actually serious about pursuing her?*

*Ugh... She was such an idiot too. Why did she trot off to cook and deliver food to him the moment he said his stomach hurt? She knew he was using a trick. The old saying was right: a pot and a lid, they truly matched.*

The front desk had already been notified, and Zhang Ling came down directly to greet her. Wen Nuan took the CEO’s exclusive elevator straight up to the 32nd floor. Ye Feimo’s chief secretary couldn’t help but glance at Wen Nuan a few extra times.

It had been several months since she last saw Wen Nuan at Anning.

At that time, Wen Nuan was just a regular signed artist.

Wen Nuan always greeted people with a smile, and Zhang Ling quickly led her up to the 32nd floor with a smile of her own.

As soon as she entered, several secretaries gathered to gossip. Zhang Ling clutched her chest and said, "The object of the ’affair’ has arrived. It’s her."

"President Ye was absolutely radiant at work today, looking incredibly refreshed. It seems he’s quite popular lately."

"Yes, you wouldn’t believe it. President Ye was late today and smiling like a mischievous spirit. I almost thought he’d been struck by lightning."

"Does it have to be that exaggerated?"

"Don’t you think it’s exaggerated? I’ve worked here for four years and never seen him smile. Do you think it’s not exaggerated?"

"Okay, maybe it is a bit exaggerated."

Everyone silently agreed.

They all recalled how, just a while ago, President Ye was like a storm cloud overhead, unleashing thunderous fury at even a minor mistake. And his anger wasn’t a loud outburst; it was a chilling, icy stare that made your legs tremble and cramp.

His presence was simply powerful!

These secretaries were all astute individuals and quickly concluded that President Ye must be in an exceptionally good mood lately. After all, someone who had been gloomy for so long suddenly smiling was a miracle.

Zhang Ling said, "If President Ye could change his ways, from a playboy to a devoted lover, I’d be relieved. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with his women’s constant bombardment, always asking why President Ye never has time for them, asking me to arrange dinner times, and needing me to remember where they live. Am I a memo pad? I’d take a pay cut just to get rid of them!"

"Do you think that’s possible?" Everyone collectively rolled their eyes.

"Impossible!" Zhang Ling thought silently. After all, they all knew Ye Feimo too well.

"Oh, right, when Miss Wen comes out later, remember to ask for her number. If we can’t handle President Ye in the future, we’ll have someone to call for help. Also, bring up all those annoying pending cases immediately. While President Ye is in a good mood, let’s quickly get them settled. Who knows what his mood will be tomorrow? And tell all department managers to quickly submit anything that needs President Ye’s signature or money. This is an opportunity not to be missed!"

"Right away!"

Wen Nuan was visiting the CEO’s office for the first time.

The office was very spacious, with excellent lighting, simple yet substantial—a classic Young Master Ye style. Ye Feimo was working behind his desk. Seeing Wen Nuan, his gaze softened, and he pointed to the sofa. "Give me five minutes."

Wen Nuan curiously surveyed the office, unable to resist walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows to admire the view outside. The vista was expansive.

His office had a very large bookshelf filled with various books: finance, investment, wealth management, corporate administration, jewelry design, architecture... all books related to the Anning industry. Ye Feimo seemed to read a lot.

What surprised Wen Nuan the most was that there were even medical books.

His study on the 45th floor also had many medical books. *Why would a business magnate read medical books?*

Wen Nuan’s mood was initially quite good, but her eyes landed on a shelf displaying Han Bi’s CDs, records, magazines, and newspapers. Her mood instantly plummeted. These magazines, posters, and newspapers looked quite old.

They were neatly arranged on the shelf, perfectly preserved.

Ye Feimo truly loved Han Bi, collecting every little detail of her. Her eyes dimmed slightly. She had initially only felt this office had Ye Feimo’s style, but seeing these discs and magazines, Wen Nuan felt an odd discomfort.

It was as if she had accidentally stumbled into a world that didn’t belong to her.

As if she had walked into Ye Feimo’s and Han Bi’s world.

Wen Nuan’s heart felt a bitter pang, very uneasy.

She withdrew her gaze and said faintly, "The *zhajiangmian* is on the table. I won’t disturb your work. I’ll be leaving."

This space gave her a suffocating feeling. Wen Nuan instinctively wanted to escape.

Ye Feimo looked up, put down his pen, and quickly walked over to stop her. "You have nothing to do this afternoon. Sit down and keep me company while I work."

"Who said I have nothing to do? My schedule is packed."

"I’ve asked Cai Xiaojing. Since you’re not going to the fashion show, you have nothing planned for the afternoon. There’s only Aunt Mei’s birthday party tonight, which doesn’t start until eight."

Wen Nuan frowned. "You’re very well-informed."

"What did you make today?"

"*Zhajiangmian*," Wen Nuan said with a smile. She knew Ye Feimo was intentionally changing the subject and repeated herself. Besides the *zhajiangmian*, she also made a pork rib soup. Although simple, the taste was quite good.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I have," Wen Nuan said. "This soup is freshly made by me. You should have the soup first, then the noodles."

Ye Feimo was indeed hungry and didn’t say anything, obediently drinking the soup first, then eating the *zhajiangmian* Wen Nuan made. He looked up at Wen Nuan. Seeing her looking at him, Wen Nuan awkwardly averted her gaze. Ye Feimo smiled.

The atmosphere immediately became warm.

"You haven’t cooked for me in a long time," Ye Feimo complained.

"I’m not your nanny."

"Agreement, article five!" Ye Feimo said coolly. Wen Nuan was speechless. She had been lectured by Ye Feimo so much that she had memorized the agreement for a while. Article five stated that all housework was included.

*A full-time nanny, then.*

Wen Nuan fell silent.

She casually picked up a magazine nearby. The cover featured a photo of Han Bi and Ye Feimo, unfortunately the very one reporting on their impending "good news." Wen Nuan cast a sidelong glance at Ye Feimo.

Ye Feimo was about to praise her *zhajiangmian* for being authentic, but upon seeing the magazine, he immediately changed his tune. "It’s for sales."

*Anning International’s magazine, just for sales.*

"Hmph, President Ye, you’re working so hard, even sacrificing yourself to be a companion just for sales," Wen Nuan said sourly.

Ye Feimo looked expressionlessly at the *zhajiangmian*. "Did you put vinegar in this?"

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