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after a few rings, it was answered. "Xueru姐, what are you up to at home""Nothing much, just watching a movie."Wen'uan thought that she probably wouldn't go because Tang Shuweng and Zhao Yuning would...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President

Cai Xiao Jing rolled her eyes. Her attitude had to be proper; even a pig could climb a tree.

Wen Ran carried things upstairs. Ye Fei Mo hadn't returned yet, so she put everything in their respective places and started cooking. Soon enough, the kitchen filled with the scent of delicious food.

Lately, they had been arguing, and Wen Ran was too busy to find time to cook for Fei Mo properly. Seeing him suffer from his illness last night made her decide that from now on, she would make every meal both delicious and nutritious so he could eat well.

"Wen Ran, stay calm. No matter what nasty things he says, you must remain composed and not argue with him. Arguing is immature. Remember, absolutely no arguing."

While holding the ladle, Wen Ran swore that she would communicate properly with Ye Fei Mo.

No arguing at all.

Just as she was making soup, Ye Fei Mo returned home.

The moment he got back, he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. It was a rare aroma that instantly brightened his gloomy mood. The corners of Ye Fei Mo's lips curled upward slightly. But then, upon thinking about what Wen Ran and Fang Liucheng had done yesterday, his spirits sank once more.

Hmph, preparing one meal as an apology wasn't as simple as that.

This stupid girl was dead meat.

Unprovoked kindness indicated either ulterior motives or guilt. Clearly, she fell into the latter category.

Daring to kiss Fang Liucheng, she was done for.

"You're back. I made fish head soup." Wen Ran tried her best to sound cheerful as she spoke. Ye Fei Mo merely grunted in response, his reaction cold and indifferent. She ignored it.

A lukewarm response is still a reaction, better than no reaction at all, Warm thinks optimistically. It’s not a big deal, it’s really not a big deal; he’s happy as long as he's full.

Ye Feimo returned to his room to change into casual clothes and went back up to the 45th floor.

Warm felt defeated. Could it be that he won’t come down at all

This is what they call sleeping in separate rooms, right

But didn't he not eat earlier

Hmm, definitely a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding; he will definitely come down. Ye Feimo might have an odd personality, but he still eats, especially the meals she cooks—he always eats them with great enthusiasm.

Warm made fish head soup and prepared stir-fried noodles with meat, stir-fried asparagus with meat, garlic-stirred Chinese kale, and braised pork ball. The meal was quite substantial for two people.

Ye Feimo seemed to be timing his descent; when her dishes were ready, he came down too, still looking gloomy. Warm asked him a question, and he answered it tersely—his response was very cold.

Warm silently cried in her heart.

Even an idiot could tell that he was angry.

She prepared some sliced apples and peeled oranges as well as washed grapes to make a beautiful fruit platter.

Miss Warm is very adept at making the most of life’s offerings.

Ye Feimo ate his meal, ate his dishes, and drank his soup with manly silence, not uttering a word to Warm. If she initiated conversation, he answered her in a lazy manner.

Aware that Ye Feimo was upset, Warm grew more persistent; the less he spoke to her, the more chatteringly nonstop she talked by his ear, until Ye Feimo frowned but did not stop her.

This is much better than usual; normally when he returns, the room is silent. It feels so nice to have her talking.

However, this does not exempt him from his death sentence.

Until the end of dinner, there was only warmth and chatter at the table, while Ye Feimo remained silent. Warmth felt defeated; did he really need to be so demoralizing

It's too much.

Sob...

"Ye Feimo, yesterday's incident was a misunderstanding, please don't be angry," Warmth had no choice but to bring up the matter proactively, cautiously observing Ye Feimo’s expression.

He showed no sign of easing and asked stiffly, "What misunderstanding"

Warmth felt awkward, "You know it was a misunderstanding."

"I don't know," Ye Feimo's tone was deliberately provocative. Warmth thought she had already been as humble as possible; what else did he want Besides, why should she explain to him like this

Warmth decided not to say anything further and carried the plates to the kitchen for washing. Ye Feimo coldly watched her back until she left, then humphed and went to the living room to watch TV; Warmth thought that their remote control was invincible.

Their television set was also invincible—when Ye Feimo was in a bad mood, he would constantly switch channels with the remote without knowing what program he wanted to see, switching almost once every second.

Warmth offered a tear of sympathy towards her family’s TV.

Ye Feimo switched to an international channel which was broadcasting Milan's jewelry exhibition. He paused and crossed his legs, watching for a while before cursing, "What a miserable program."

This program wasn't worth watching anyway.

This jewelry exhibition is filled with defective items; there's nothing of good quality.

Ye Feimo switched back to channel 32, the children's channel, which broadcasts anime for 18 hours a day.

The TV was showing "InuYasha," and when Warming came out with a fruit platter, Ye Feimo avoided the fruits, eating only oranges and grapes. He particularly disliked apples, and Warming couldn't help but say, "Eat more apples or I won't buy you any fruit next time."

Ye Feimo stuck to his ways and refused to eat them. Warming held an apple slice towards him, saying, "I've never seen someone so picky."

Coldly huffing, Ye Feimo ate the apple without a sound.

This satisfied Warming.

That's more like it.

But when she wasn't there to feed him, he wouldn't eat. This made Warming shed tears and had no choice but to continue feeding him.

The two of them finished half of the fruit platter; the rest was put in the fridge by Warming.

Even though she was being so nice to him, he didn't react at all. This made her feel disheartened; how could she win his satisfaction

"Ye Feimo, are you satisfied now"

Ye Feimo glanced sideways at her. Perhaps after eating and drinking enough, he was in a good mood and even gave her a look. Warming was furious but thought it too bizarre to be this difficult; she found it truly terrifying.

"Tell me what you were doing at the hot spring club last night" Ye Feimo's eyes were deep and cold like ice, hitting people with an icy gaze, as if he had been suppressing his anger all day. He huffed coolly, saying, "Did you go to bathe in the hot springs together"

"I'm innocent! Boss, there was a dessert shop next to the hot spring club. We went for late-night snacks, and besides, how could one take such a short time to soak in the hot springs" Warming said with a bad temper.ey Mei was somewhat wary. Wu Shuang crossed her arms and coldly stated, "If you don’t come in, you won't see Moyao. Is that what you want"Femary wanted to bring her bodyguards inside but Mo Chen stopp...