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ed in this intense bout of passion.Moxiao Bai couldn't believe it; yesterday, he was suffering from the pain of losing Moyaо, yet tonight he felt so at ease and happy in his arms, as if his brother ha...The President's Substitute Ex-Wife

She was angry, yet conflicted. She didn't want to break up with him but also couldn't bring herself to talk things out or forgive him. What exactly did she want

If she truly wanted to end it, breaking up would be the way.

But the thought of actually doing so made her heart ache.

In short, women are always indecisive.

She knew Han Bi wasn't entirely truthful and that some of what she said was meant to provoke her. However, a part of it had to be true—the watch, his staying over at her place, the lingering ties, and the butterfly brooch. Ye Feimo was well aware of her unease but offered no explanation.

She felt truly pitiful.

Warming turned her back on him, unwilling to face him. Even though it was cold outside and cozy in bed, she felt chilled from the heart, as if a cold wind were blowing through her soul. Warming mournfully thought that perhaps Ye Feimo really didn't think much of her; otherwise, why would he not bother to explain

Even if he lied to her, she would have believed him. Unfortunately, there was nothing.

If only he were certain of her feelings and knew how much she loved him and couldn't bear to leave him, then hurting her like this wouldn't feel so justified. If she decided to leave for real, she wouldn't come back.

She didn't want it to reach that point.

Sighing, she would continue the cold war then. When she grew tired of it, breaking up wasn’t such a big deal either.

I still have to attend Chen Xieru's wedding tomorrow, so I don't have the heart to waste time on him.

Let's go to sleep, Wanmian. Tomorrow is a new year and a fresh start; I hope for a better mood when I wake up.

"Wanmian, Chen Bi and I are over," Ye Feimo said. "I lost that watch, threw away all the newspapers and magazines in my office, and didn't maintain any contact with her. I admit there is still some concern for her—I'm unable to let go of past events and am very curious about why she left me. Was it because Mom was wrong about her or was there another reason But now I don’t want to know anymore. Everything is over, Wanmian. Please stop being upset."

Wanmian didn't respond. Ye Feimo paused for a moment and then continued, "Chen Bi is Chen Bi; you are you. She's been gone for so many years, and I haven't sought out anyone similar to her since then. So don’t believe what she says. The motive behind my actions back then might have been impure, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I know who the person I want is and whom I can never lose. These days you wanted some peace and quiet, so I gave you space as well; perhaps your anger has subsided by now If it's because of me, will it suffice if I report to you before seeing women or even my mother from now on"

Wanmian remained silent. Ye Feimo sighed—this was the first time he had explained himself like this to anyone; she was ignoring him despite his effort. How could he possibly make her calm down

He pondered endlessly but still couldn't figure out what more he could do. He had made explanations and given promises, yet there remained something unsatisfactory.

"If you don’t want to say a word, tell me how I can meet your expectations," Ye Feimo said helplessly. As long as she was happy, he would comply with anything she asked for, but who knew that Wanmian showed no reaction

He felt truly frustrated—everything had been said and promised, yet why was she still acting like this Ye Feimo turned Wanmian’s shoulder to face him, only to find her sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly.

In an instant, his mind went blank. Once again, Ye Feimo experienced what it felt like to be defeated—after so much effort to explain and express himself fully, he had let go of all pride and pretense...

Was she asleep

Asleep

Less than ten minutes, she fell asleep

Did she just say all that to no one in particular Ye Nimo was furious as he turned his body, his dark gaze fixed on the ceiling. He didn't know how to vent his frustration.

Rarely did anyone listen when he tried to explain himself before. The second young master's heart felt cold and icy; it was indescribable.

Enraged, Ye Er turned around and glared fiercely at Nuwan. He suddenly kicked her off the bed, but since there was a carpet on the floor and the bed wasn't high up, she didn't hurt herself when she landed. Ye Nimo was already used to having Nuwan kick him out of bed.

Unfortunately, she had hit her head against a small cabinet. Nuwan rubbed her forehead as she sat up from the floor. She looked around dazedly and innocently, with no idea what happened. After rubbing her eyes, she looked like an innocent little rabbit who was caught off guard.

"What's going on" Nuwan asked sleepily, stifling a yawn and complaining softly, "Why did you kick me"

"Pig!"

She got up from the ground again and curled back into bed. Wrapping herself in her blanket, she rolled over to Ye Nimo's side as if nothing happened. The weather was cold; once she fell asleep, she knew exactly where it was warm. In no time, she had wrapped around Ye Nimo again and fallen back to sleep.

Ye Nimo was furious. It was like hitting a soft cotton ball—there was no resistance at all.

"Get away from me. You're so hot," Ye Nimo said as he tried to pry her arms off of him, but Nuwan simply kicked out and sat on his legs, entangling herself with him as she slept. The corners of Ye Nimo's lips twitched; he didn't think highly of Nuwan's sleeping posture.

He was so furious.

She didn’t hear him and wanted to ask him to repeat what he said, but she almost strangled herself.

Warming slept so comfortably all night long. She felt warm and cozy, especially with a human pillow beside her—the person was someone she knew best and liked most. Without his presence, she couldn’t sleep well; once he returned, however, she had no nightmares and enjoyed an exceptionally comfortable sleep.

When she woke up and saw her sleeping posture, she felt awkward: their limbs were intertwined—her arm even crossed over his chest—and her head was comfortably rubbing against him. She was so warm and cozy that she didn’t want to move.

Ye Feimo had been woken by her long before then, so when Warming woke up, she saw Ye Feimo staring at her with wide eyes in a serious manner; his face was expressionless. Warming’s body stiffened as she retracted her limbs and turned over to lie on her back, no longer able to sleep.

She instinctively rubbed her head—it was slightly painful—did he kick her off the bed last night

In her somewhat hazy memory, it was usually her who kicked Ye Feimo. It was a change of pace that she got kicked by him once; fairness indeed existed in this world. Ye Feimo got up to freshen himself up and Warming immediately felt cold as he left—she couldn’t help but pull the blanket close around herself, procrastinating getting out of bed.

Winter was truly a season for staying in bed; lying there lazily like that made her reluctant to leave the house.

A text message from Tang Mandong had been sent over when she turned on her phone. She told Warming to get ready and go out earlier, so Warming got up and went next door to freshen herself up. Ye Feimo was much faster than her; he changed clothes, and thinking about the formal wear for today, Warming opened her jewelry box. Seeing that butterfly brooch in it made a perfect match with her outfit today, but upon seeing this pin, she remembered Han Bi also had one just like hers.

Maybe Ye Feimo gave them both the same gift Who would want such a thing anyway

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