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that Wēn'ǎn couldn’t breathe properly.The most terrifying thing is **what**.That hardness was still firmly pressing against her lower abdomen, and she dared not move a muscle for fear that any sudden...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO

The warm seafood congee eased her discomfort, and Ye Feimo's face regained some color. Cheng Anya was worried about her son but knew that it was his own issue, and she couldn't help him.

"With an IQ half of what you have, how can Warm not be manageable by you Or are you the one who has become less intelligent" Cheng Anya wondered if he had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

"Why should I manage her"

"Oh, so you've been waiting for her call all this while. As soon as the phone rang, you let her return to cook without even checking who it was. You’ve really grown up now, have you You’re at a stage where you wait for women's calls and still dare to talk tough with me."

Ye Feimo remained silent, not responding. He didn’t want to discuss this matter with Cheng Anya.

That day when he was angry, his words had gone too far, but it wasn't unjustified either.

In the end, what bothered him most was that Warm often spent time with Fang Liucheng. It was a past issue, yet they were still photographed together, causing trouble.

Cheng Anya didn’t know about Ye Feimo's displeasure and simply thought he was jealous.

However, she also understood that if someone as patient as Warm could be driven away by Feimo’s words, then it must have been due to something extremely harsh being said.

She seemed to remember some news from TV and newspapers too.

The day before yesterday was Feimo's birthday. He had planned to invite Warm home for dinner.

This would have provided them with a good chance.

But then Warm failed to show up, and Feimo didn't return either. Lin Ning said that they were drinking at the nightclub, so Cheng Anya could guess that Feimo had been stood up by someone else, while Warm was spending time with Fang Liucheng and missed his birthday.

She remembered when she suggested that Yan Warming join the Ye family for a celebration, Yan Feimo was happy about it and looked forward to that day. But she never expected things would turn out this way. Perhaps because of this incident, their relationship had become tense.

Cheng Anya didn't want to reveal too much; instead, she said to Yan Feimo: "I think Yan Warming is a good child. Don't miss out on her or you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Moreover, what's so special about Fang Liucheng When comparing family background, looks, and wealth, he doesn’t match up to you in any aspect. You have better conditions than him when women are looking for a husband. The only thing is that you have a bad temper and uncertain character traits, but if Yan Warming can tolerate it, then there’s no problem. Be more competitive; don't let my wife run away from you. Do you understand"

Cheng Anya was being very domineering.

Yan Feimo didn’t take her words to heart and simply said: "No."

This made Cheng Anya cry.

After Yan Feimo finished dinner, Cheng Anya urged him to go bathe and sleep. She also reminded him to eat on time every meal, without any mistakes. Yan Feimo agreed, after which Cheng Anya left.

She went down the stairs and was about to drive off when she saw someone sitting on a long bench under a tree. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yan Warming.

Cheng Anya’s lips curved into a smile as she watched Yan Warming with interest.

It was so late; why wasn’t she going home and instead sitting here

Yan Warming didn't know the reason herself either. After seeing off Fang Liucheng, she couldn't bear to leave and took a cab back here again. The lights on the 44th floor were still on, which meant Yan Feimo was at home.

Somewhat worried, she wondered if he had eaten dinner.

She wanted to go up and see him, but when she thought about how harshly he had scolded her earlier, she couldn't bear losing face. Every time before, after being scolded by him, the bad feelings would dissipate within a few days, but this time was different.

Thinking of his sharp and vicious words that day, Yan Warming’s heart still ached in waves.

This wasn’t the first time he had spoken to her like this. The last time it happened was when something went wrong at Casablanca; then too, he had scolded her harshly. She knew back then that his words were due to excessive worry for her safety.

Although he was scolding her, his eyes showed concern for her.

So she forgot about it in just a few days.

This time was different. His gaze at her was filled with derision, disgust, and humiliation. She couldn't bear to see Ye Feimo looking at her like that; it was more painful than if he had told her he hated her.

Even so, while her mother cooked, she thought about learning more dishes for him to vary his meals and not always eat the same ones. During meal times, she would glance at her watch, wondering if he had returned and eaten yet.

She knew how serious Ye Feimo's stomach ailment was; going without a meal might cause him pain. If he was in a bad mood or under stress, it would hurt even more severely. She accompanied Fang Liucheng down to the fourth floor as well.

Although she felt weak-willed, her heart was full of worry and could not help herself.

Seeing that the lights on the forty-fourth floor were warmly illuminated gave her some peace; it meant he was at home taking care of himself. Ye Feimo knew his condition better than anyone else, so he was more proactive in looking after his stomach.

She wandered around the garden below her building and sat there for a while, counting imaginary sheep.

She felt like an idiot, not knowing what she was persisting on or why she cared. Perhaps he didn't care at all about her worries; after all, he didn’t need them.

Maybe he found it annoying.

Warming looked at the phone in her hand and had been thinking of calling him since they left. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

A cold war was on.

Now, looking at the silent phone, she wished it would ring once so that Ye Feimo would call asking why she hadn’t returned home yet or why she hadn’t cooked for him.

Even just a call to ask would be good enough.

No, even if he shouted at her, it would be better than being completely silent.

Did he not need her at all

Without her, he could still manage to live well and wouldn't fall ill. She wasn't that important.

Although she knew this in her heart, thinking about it made her feel somewhat sorrowful.

The night was getting late, the evening wind was cold. After sitting for almost two hours, Nuwan felt foolish enough and thought he might have gone to sleep with the living room lights off, so she could now return home at ease.

Nuwan stood up, looked one last time at the 44th floor, and gave a self-deprecating smile.

In such coldness, for whom was she foolishly waiting

She hadn't even realized how silly she could be.

Nuwan walked around downstairs, then left Ming Cheng Apartment to hail a taxi back home.

Achengya shook her head. These two kids were truly worrying. One was saying one thing but meaning another and being stubborn as a mule, while the other was willing to stand in the cold wind worrying about him instead of going upstairs to see for herself.

She couldn't intervene; this was something between Fei Mo and Nuwan.

Every couple had to go through their own path—思念 (yearning), 迷茫 (bewilderment), 不安 (unease), 傷害 (hurt), 原諒 (forgiveness), 悠然 (serenity), 深愛 (deep love)—every different emotion was a step in their growth.

Without experiencing these, how could they possibly walk their path for the next many years

She did like Nuwan very much and sincerely hoped that Fei Mo wouldn't miss out on her.ack, nearly losing your child, and Kaka's fate still unknown. Your joyous wedding was completely ruined by all these tragic events; facing so much loss and self-blame is more than anyone else has to b...