The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 201: A Revelation and a Confrontation

Wen Nuan stuck out her tongue. Ye Feimo wasn’t exactly the type of child who usually won over elders, so why had her mother’s attitude changed?

"What did your mom say?" As soon as she put down the phone, Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow and asked. New Year’s Day was approaching, and Ye Feimo was also starting his vacation. Both of them were lounging in the living room, one reviewing year-end summaries, the other studying.

Wen Nuan said, "My mom said to bring you home for dinner after New Year’s Day."

Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping from the report to Wen Nuan. "Alright."

"You’re certainly quick to agree."

"It would be rude not to accept an elder’s invitation," Ye Feimo said without a change in expression, making Wen Nuan despise him. Ye Feimo actually understood what rudeness meant? The sun must have risen from the west.

How many elders had spoken to him, and he hadn’t given them a second thought?

Wait a minute...

New Year’s...

Brother Liucheng would also be home for New Year’s Day, wouldn’t he? It would be awkward if they met.

He was alone, without family, and usually spent the New Year with them. Her parents had long considered him part of the family. Although her relationship with Ye Feimo wasn’t public, she wasn’t home all the time, so her parents must have let something slip.

Fang Liucheng hadn’t contacted her much lately either.

Wen Nuan thought, "That’s fine. Some things are better left unsaid."

She figured she had been too busy lately. With a packed schedule and a pile of exam subjects to review, she hadn’t had time to think about Fang Liucheng. Or perhaps, another person had truly completely occupied her heart, leaving no room for anyone else.

"Oh, by the way, where’s your watch?" Wen Nuan asked while studying. Ye Feimo was a loyal fan of luxury brands and a sentimental person, always wearing that famous Patek Philippe watch. She had never seen him change it since they got together, but recently she hadn’t seen him wear it at all.

This person had a fascination with watches and always wore one. It had been days since she last saw him wear a watch, and Wen Nuan was very curious.

Ye Feimo frowned, thinking of something, and said faintly, "I sent it for maintenance."

Wen Nuan nodded. Ye Feimo got up to go to the bathroom. Wen Nuan was taking notes, highlighting key points. Ye Feimo’s phone rang. She called out towards the bathroom, "Ye Feimo, your phone."

Ye Feimo said, "Answer it for me."

Wen Nuan picked up the phone and saw the caller ID: Han Bi.

She paused, then nonchalantly put it down, letting it ring. The ringing felt like a magic bell constantly disturbing her, and she lost her focus, unable to concentrate on her book.

Wen Nuan frowned, annoyed.

It had been ringing for so long, surely no one would pick up. Didn’t they know how to hang up?

The phone rang once, then stopped. Then it rang again. Wen Nuan slammed her pen on the table, pursing her lips as she looked at the phone. She picked it up. The screen displayed a photo of her and Ye Feimo together, looking very intimate, like any ordinary couple.

To answer or not to answer?

If she answered and heard something that displeased her, it would be self-torture.

But if she didn’t answer, it felt like a thorn in her heart, aching faintly. Were he and Han Bi still in contact, still meeting?

Wen Nuan couldn’t help but wonder if, in some unseen corner, Ye Feimo was also doting on Han Bi, spoiling her immensely. The day before yesterday, Han Bi attended an event and appeared in the newspaper. Wen Nuan noticed her wearing a butterfly brooch.

The brooch was identical to the one Ye Feimo gave her, exactly the same. At first, she thought she had misread it.

But she had carefully checked.

No, it wasn’t.

That smile, that brooch, she found them particularly jarring. Perhaps it wasn’t unique; perhaps Ye Feimo had commissioned two, one for Han Bi, and one for her.

Just as Wen Nuan decided to press the answer button, the ringing stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Please don’t call again. If you do, I’ll answer, no more hesitation." Just as she was about to put it down, a message came in. Wen Nuan’s finger moved, accidentally touching the message. Ye Feimo’s phone was a touchscreen, and she inadvertently opened the message. The first sentence that caught her eye was: "Feimo, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to tell you that your watch is here with me. When are you free to come and pick it up?"

Wen Nuan’s hand loosened, her expression slightly changed.

His watch was with her?

When did it get there? From Han Bi’s tone, it was at her house. Under what circumstances would a man take off his watch? Besides going to bed...

Wen Nuan clenched her teeth, her heart feeling as if something was poking it constantly.

Ye Feimo and Han Bi...

What was going on with them?

The watch, at Han Bi’s house.

Ye Feimo had just said he sent it for maintenance. He lied.

He said he wouldn’t lie to her. Why would he lie? Did something really happen between him and Han Bi? Was he feeling guilty?

Wen Nuan’s mind raced, feeling utterly distressed.

She slowly put down Ye Feimo’s phone, regretting her quick hands. If she hadn’t accidentally touched the screen, she might not have seen this message, and she wouldn’t be so upset and overthinking things.

She couldn’t concentrate on her book at all.

Ye Feimo returned to the living room and asked, "Who called?"

"Han Bi!" Wen Nuan’s voice was flat, without a trace of emotion. Ye Feimo paused, looked at Wen Nuan, and asked faintly, "What did she say?"

"I didn’t answer," Wen Nuan said, picking up her book and looking at him coldly. "She sent a message."

With that, she walked into the bedroom with her book and slammed the door shut with a "thud."

Locked.

Ye Feimo’s gaze was deep and sharp. He opened the message and saw Han Bi’s words. He abruptly stood up and knocked on the door. "Wen Nuan, open the door!"

Wen Nuan ignored him, as if she didn’t hear.

She held her breath, wrapped herself in bed, and remained silent. When she was angry, she always disliked talking, preferring to be silent and sulk alone. Ye Feimo knocked for a while, but she didn’t respond, and then it became quiet outside.

Wen Nuan glared at the door. Had he given up on explaining already?

But before long, there was movement in the dressing room. She put down her textbook. How could she forget that their house was different from others? Really, that door should have been sealed long ago.

As she was about to get out of bed, Ye Feimo had already entered, his eyes fixed on her with a sinister glare.

Wen Nuan turned her head away, not afraid of him. Was he the only one who could get angry?

Ye Feimo walked closer, step by step, his expression cold and severe, his gaze as dark as a bottomless abyss. "What do you mean by this?"

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