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s but couldn't resist turning back, harshly kicking one of them again.Warming was stunned. He turned and walked towards her, stepping against the distant lights; the handsome man's approach seemed lik...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President

Ye Feimo was furious and suddenly picked her up, tossing her onto the bed. He then climbed on top of her, his tall and sturdy body pressing down on hers as he kissed her roughly like a wild beast gnawing at her lips.

Warming submitted to him like a puppet, allowing him to kiss her endlessly.

Ye Feimo's actions were brutal, as if the woman beneath him was his enemy. His furious passion raged over Warming's body like a wildfire. She lay quietly with vacant eyes, shutting down all of her senses.

It seemed that only by doing so could she protect herself from harm.

His lips pressed against hers harshly, sucking until they were sore and swollen; Ye Feimo forced open her teeth and invaded her mouth with his tongue, his rough actions igniting a fiery desire within him.

If she was lying so docilely and allowing him to take what he wanted, why should he be polite

She was right. This was exactly what he had always desired.

All he wanted from her was this beautiful body, not her heart. Why should he care about her feelings

There was no need!

His large hand covered her softness, the flames of his anger burning away their reason.

He violently untied his tie and took off his coat before descending upon Warming again to indulge himself in ravaging her beauty. His rough hands mercilessly kneaded her soft flesh, causing her considerable pain.

The heat from Ye Feimo's touch spread over her body like fire; wherever he touched burned, as if trying to consume her completely, yet his heart remained cold.

Even in her numbness and lack of sensation, she could not stop the physical response her body had towards him.

This was her tragedy.

Ye Feimo's rough actions were filled with humiliation and anger, devoid of any past tenderness. He had always been rough, but in the past, there was a clear sense of compassion that she could feel.

Now, it was all gone.

She didn't know whose fault this entire situation was.

Perhaps he was too unpredictable and harbored too much prejudice against entertainers, or maybe it was her stubbornness and refusal to acknowledge the stirrings in her heart that led to this.

Despite wanting to get along well, they had reached such a point.

Qingwen felt like she was a complete fool, aimlessly lingering downstairs at the apartment complex.

She bit her lip and stifled the whimper that threatened to escape due to him. Wasn't she pitiful Even now, her body couldn't resist Ye Feimo, perhaps long accustomed to him.

A sardonic smile flickered across Ye Feimo's lips as he intensified his grip; the pain transmitted through the softness nearly made Qingwen submit, yet she stubbornly bit down on her lower lip.

She wouldn't beg for mercy. No!

The corners of his mouth curled into a sneer as his fingers cruelly invaded her tight passage; her body was dry and unable to accommodate him, but Ye Feimo persisted with merciless forcefulness, seemingly wanting to hear even the slightest sound from her—be it panting or begging.

Qingwen's heart slowly sank into a chasm.

The last flicker of hope in her heart was extinguished.

Sadness enveloped her as tears welled up in her vacant eyes. She didn't know why the tears were streaming down her face or what exactly she was so sorrowful about.

Ye Feimo, I can't take this anymore!

His movements paused, ceasing his torment of her; he gazed at her tear-streaked face with darkened eyes. Her vacant gaze, her tears, her despair—it was as if Ye Feimo had been punched.

Oh God, what is he doing

What is he doing to her

The woman beneath him was indeed someone he had always wanted, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine acquiring her this way. Even though he could be a bastard, he had never been so beastly toward women.

Having grown up surrounded by the loving relationships of his parents, older brother and sister-in-law, aunt, uncle, etc., Ye Feimo had longed for such affection in his own life, yearning to have someone who would receive all his attention.

But Han Bi shattered that dream, leaving him in pain for several years.

Just as he managed to let someone else get close to him again, he had pushed her away once more.

What was he doing

Ye Feimo clutched his head; at that moment, disappointment, self-reproach, sorrow, helplessness, despair, and despondency all overwhelmed him, immersing him in an agony from which there seemed no escape.

Suddenly he grabbed his jacket and, as if fleeing for his life, left the cozy room.

Warmth sat stunned until she heard the door slam shut. Only then did she mechanically pull the covers over herself. She didn’t know why Ye Feimo had suddenly let her go, but she felt lucky that he had.

Luckily!

A thousand times lucky!

Warmth curled up in a ball and bit into the pillow, sobbing softly.

This sharp pain was seared not only on her body but also deeply etched onto her heart.

Ye Feimo returned to his room. This trip to F City had been solely for Warmth’s sake, so Ye Feimo had checked into the Marriott as well and was staying on the same floor as her. He turned on the water and submerged his head in it to cool himself down…

He needed to calm himself!

He must have lost his mind to do something like this to Warmth.

He surfaced from the water with a splash, Ye Feimo's eyes slightly reddened. He found warmth unprecedentedly troublesome; women to him were merely at his beck and call, except for Han Bi, when had he ever been bothered by any woman

A single moment of warmth made him lose his composure, poise, and calmness.

He was becoming too unlike himself.

"Ah..." Ye Feimo punched the glass mirror in anger, shattering it instantly. Blood seeped from his hand...

The doorbell rang at this moment, but Ye Feimo didn't want to acknowledge it; he glared viciously at his reflection in the mirror.

Ye Feimo, how have you become so pitiful How could you have turned out like this

This couldn’t be him.

What woman didn't he have at his disposal; why did it have to be warmth

The only reason he had set eyes on her was because of the resemblance to Han Bi. What else about her made him like her

Nothing.

The doorbell persisted in ringing.

Irritated, Ye Feimo glanced at the door; Han Bi smiled sweetly, "Fei Mo, I… Fei Mo, what’s wrong"

Han Bi's smile froze on her face. Ye Feimo was completely soaked with water dripping from his hair and face, while blood stained his hand. Terrified, she rushed over to hold his hand, "Fei Mo, who did you fight Why are you like this We should go to the hospital; your wounds need proper care."

Suddenly, Ye Feimo grabbed Han Bi and pinned her against the wall. Roughly pulling at her clothes, he scared her with his unusual behavior. In no time, he had torn her dress apart. Frustrated by his anger towards warmth, a desperate desire for release led him to violently tug on her hair, burying his head in her neck while tearing away her remaining clothing...sing him: "Looks like you don’t care about your sister at all, huh She’s so famous, with Anning’s advertisements in Europe and North America plastered everywhere. You didn’t know""When did I ever pay...