Chapter 127

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Chen Hang was extremely embarrassed and said, "I know that I like you, Nuwan. It's not because I am too engrossed in my role to come out of it; it's because I genuinely like you."

Nuwan put down the cotton pad and said coolly, "I think I don't have time for a relationship right now."

To her, he was merely a good buddy, a close friend. This had nothing to do with romance.

"Did I not do something well enough Tell me what I can improve on."

"No, no, it's not your fault. It's mine, Chen Hang," Nuwan said earnestly. "I regard you as a friend and never thought of developing into another kind of relationship with you."

"Isn't there something that can be changed" Chen Hang wouldn’t give up easily. "Many couples used to be friends before they became lovers."

"Chen Hang, please stop," Nuwan said decisively. "I am already committed to someone else; I’m sorry."

She could only use this excuse to turn him down.

Why did Chen Hang have to say such things It was so awkward for them to meet afterward. They still had many scenes together, and now that he said it out loud, she felt there was a change in their relationship. Nuwan sighed.

"Can I ask who this person is"

Nuwan smiled faintly. "I’m sorry, but this is my personal matter."

Chen Hang looked disappointed as he lowered his head and then raised it again. "Nuwan, I like you. I won't give up on you."

Nuwan was silent and shook her head. "Chen Hang, don’t waste your time on me."

Cai Xiaojing was puzzled; all day long, Ye Feimo hadn’t called. This was unexpected. Normally, he would immediately rush to the set once something like this happened, grab Nuwan, and give her a thorough scolding at home.

But now there had been no word from him whatsoever. Cai Xiaojing watched the entertainment news of Anning International with unease; it was reported just as it happened, but the narrative angle differed. It seemed Ye Feimo still cared about Nuwan after all.

Said in short... everything is fine then.

Zhao Xiao Jing was comforting herself.

Warming had finished most of her filming for the night, so she didn't have to work overnight shifts anymore. She left at 6 PM after finishing work, and Zhao Xiao Jing took her home. Warming handed the property deed over to Father Warmth; Mother Warmth was so happy that tears streamed down her face.

Father Warmth was a man who cherished his wife deeply. When they bought this villa originally, it had been under Mother Warmth's name, which meant the house belonged to her. After getting it back from losing it, Mother Warmth was extremely pleased and cried continuously.

Warming assured Father Warmth repeatedly that the photo she took with Fang Liucheng was just a misunderstanding. Only then did Father Warmth feel at ease: "I like this child, Liucheng, very much, but I'm afraid he's too fixated on something else and isn't genuinely interested in you. If he truly cares about you, your father wouldn't stop him either. But if it's just for fun, Warming, make up your mind carefully. Understand"

"What are you saying You know how he treated Warming back then, don’t you I don’t want Warming to be with him."

Mother Warmth spoke through red-rimmed eyes.

“Mom and Dad, I understand. I know where the limits are. Don't worry about me anymore. If you have time, hire a moving company and move back home. This place is damp and humid; you two definitely won’t be used to it.”

"Of course we will! We'll move back tomorrow," Mother Warmth said. Living in such a small house was too difficult for her.

“Sis, your movie is going to air in December, right”

“Yes, it’s part of the New Year film lineup.”

"Wow, I've been waiting for this for so long. My classmates all want you to sign autographs when they find out you're the one who's acting," said Wen Jing proudly as Warming smiled.

Mother Warmth invited them to stay and have dinner together; it had been a while since the family had a proper meal together. Thinking about Ye Feimo, Warming was conflicted on whether or not to join her family for dinner. Unable to make up her mind, she ultimately decided against eating with her family.

“Mom and Dad, I have something urgent tonight that requires me to go back early. We'll eat together next time,” Warming said while smiling before hurriedly leaving with Zhao Xiao Jing.

It seemed like it had been a long time since she last ate dinner with her family.

If not for what happened today, she would have stayed for the meal.

But thinking about Ye Feimo made her give up on this precious gathering. Zhao Xiao Jing and Warming first went to the supermarket to buy meat, vegetables, fruits, and yogurt; they loaded their cart full of groceries before Zhao Xiao Jing took Warming down to the entrance of Ming Cheng Apartments.

"Don't argue with him, be more respectful, okay"

"I have always been sincere in my attitude." Wenran sounded innocent.

Cai Xiao Jing rolled her eyes, as if she were to be sincere, pigs could climb trees.

Holding the items, Wenran went upstairs. Ye Feimo hadn't returned yet; she put things away and started cooking. Soon enough, delicious aromas wafted from the kitchen.

Recently, they had been arguing a lot, and with her busy schedule, she couldn’t find time to cook properly for Feimo. Seeing him suffer last night truly pained her, so she decided to make every meal tasty and nutritious from now on, ensuring he ate well.

"Wenran, stay calm. No matter what unpleasant things he says, you must remain composed; don't argue with him. Arguing is childish. Remember: absolutely no arguing." Wenran vowed while holding a spatula, determined to speak civilly with Ye Feimo.

No arguments.

As she was brewing soup, Ye Feimo returned home.

The moment he entered and smelled the fragrant aroma from the kitchen, his gloomy mood lifted. Ye Feimo's lips curled slightly in a rare smile, but then recalling what Wenran did with Fang Liucheng yesterday soured his mood again.

Hmph, as if cooking a meal could make amends so easily.

That foolish girl was doomed.

Innocent gestures often hide ulterior motives or guilt. Clearly, she had done something to wrong him.

Daring to kiss Fang Liucheng, her fate was sealed.

"You're back! I made fish head soup." Wenran tried to sound cheerful, but Ye Feimo merely grunted indifferently in response. She didn't mind his coldness though.

At least he reacted; she optimistically thought that it was better than no reaction at all. Nothing serious, once he ate well, everything would be fine again.

Ye Feimo changed into casual clothes and went back up to the 45th floor.

The warmth failed, no way, he won't be one of those who go up to the room and never come down, right

This is what they call sleeping in separate rooms

But didn't he say he wasn't hungry

Mmm hmm, it must just be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. He will definitely come down; Ye Feimo may have a strange temperament, but he does eat, especially the food she cooks. He always eats very enthusiastically.

The warmth made fish head soup and stir-fried noodles with pork, fried asparagus with meat, garlic-stirred Chinese cabbage, and red-braised lion's head. It was enough for two people to have a sumptuous meal.

Ye Feimo seemed to be timing his descent; when she finished cooking the dishes, he came down too, still looking glum. When The warmth asked him questions, he answered monosyllabically, reacting very coldly.

The warmth silently shed tears in her heart.

A fool could tell that he was angry.

After finishing the cooking, she cut two apples into small pieces and peeled four oranges. She washed some grapes to make a beautiful fruit platter.

Miss Warmth is very skilled at managing her life.

Ye Feimo ate his meal and drank his soup in manly silence; he did not say one word to The warmth, who initiated conversations with him. He responded lazily to whatever she said.

The warmth knew that he was angry, but the more she failed, the braver she became. The less he spoke to her, the more she chattered by his side without ceasing. Ye Feimo frowned at this, yet did not stop her.

This was already much better than usual; when he returned home normally, there would be silence in the room, and now that there was someone talking, it felt so much more comfortable.

But this still didn't excuse him from his "death sentence."

Right until the end of their meal, The warmth chattered on at the table while Ye Feimo remained silent. The warmth felt defeated; how could he be so demoralizing

Totally disheartened...

Sob...e live broadcasts, curse those questions."Grandma, Daddy, what is a mistress Is that woman talking about Mommy" Little Nian asked innocently. Wen Lan's face turned even grimmer. Fuming in front of her...