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said Cheng Anya with a smile, "she's his ex-wife." Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, and Su Man also looked at Nuwan; Nuwan felt even more ashamed, lowering her head without daring to speak.Indeed, she was t...414

Ye Feimo was standing alone at the bedroom door for more than two hours, well past midnight. He felt no urge to sleep, while Nuwan lay alone in bed tossing and turning restlessly.

Accustomed to his embrace and scent, without him, this empty bed became a torment. Despite her efforts to forget Ye Feimo's influence on her, she found it difficult to do so.

After taking a bath, Nuwan felt much better emotionally. She didn't want to dwell on Ye Feimo's past actions; she knew he loved her and that should be enough for her.

A man like Ye Feimo deeply loving someone was already rare—what more could she ask of him

Yet, the moment she thought this way, Nuwan felt frustrated. She had talent, looks, wealth, and many admirers—why should she endure such treatment just because she loved Ye Feimo

The thought left her feeling aggrieved.

Han Bi was a thorn in her heart that she couldn't remove.

There was movement at the door. Nuwan closed her eyes as Ye Feimo slowly approached. Her hand was still cold, without any warmth, and this pained Ye Feimo's heart too.

"Nuwan..." Knowing she was awake, he called out softly, but received no response. She remained expressionless with her eyes shut. The room was silent, so still that they could hear each other’s heartbeat.

Ye Feimo brushed away the strands of hair on her cheek, his eyes brimming with concern. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that there was a thorn in Warm's heart. Unlike Fang Liucheng, she had unrequited feelings for him while he loved her but suppressed it due to hatred. Even so, he still cared deeply about this matter, let alone what happened between him and Han Bi.

"What do I have to do…" In the darkness, Ye Feimo's voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy. Warm felt a pang in her heart; she couldn't bear to see Ye Feimo upset, but she herself was also suffering…

"No one is asking you to do anything. Just let me be for a while." Opening her eyes, Warm looked at Ye Feimo, who was staring at her intently with an ambiguous expression. "Warm, can truly pretending nothing happened ever help Can you pretend that every argument we have over this never took place Will it erase the rift between us"

Warm sat up and smiled coldly. "Ye Feimo, are you calling me petty for always arguing with you about this Do I enjoy doing this My husband's ex-girlfriend constantly taunts me. She says your watch was one she bought seven years ago and that you have deep feelings for her that you can't forget. Then she mentions how you designed a cocktail dress for her, how intimate you two used to be, and then how you fathered a child with her. As a woman, what am I supposed to feel when I hear this Am I supposed to dismiss it all as something from your past and not care at all If I were that magnanimous, wouldn't you explode in anger instead And then come back and ask me if I love you."

Ye Feimo looked at her silently. Warm felt powerless to argue with him further and lay down again to sleep. Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in a deep voice, "I'll have my brother arrange an operation for me tomorrow."

Warm was taken aback, opening her eyes wide: An operation

She sat up abruptly, her anxiety evident on her face. "What kind of operation Is there something wrong with your stomach Where does it hurt You've been fine lately; you haven't had any symptoms…"

Ye Feimo stared straight at her, his lips curling upward involuntarily. Warm realized she was too anxious and saw him smiling, so she kicked out irritably. "What's there to laugh about Where are you hurt"

Ye Feimo caught her little foot and pulled her closer. "I'm having my brother arrange a brain-washing operation for me, will that make you happy now"

Warm was taken aback before getting furious. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him; Ye Feimo tried to block it, but Warm straddled his waist and covered his face with the pillow, beating him fiercely.

"Hey, Warming... Stop it..."

"I'll beat you to death!" Without regard for anything, she grabbed him and started hitting him. Ye Feimo held her waist with both hands and threw them both off balance, causing them to roll around on the bed until he was pinning her down.

"Let go!" Warming glared at his hand gripping her wrist, her eyes narrowing in anger. Ye Feimo released her, and she pushed him away as they rolled around again. "You need a new brain, not a mind wipe."

He really was crazy, thinking about a mind wipe Erasing all past memories—how could he come up with such an awful idea She felt like beating him up just for considering it.

Moreover, there were hardly any precedents in the medical field for such surgery. While she lived at Mo Xiaobai's place, she heard his elders' love stories from him, one of which mentioned how her father had wiped out her mother’s memories.

No memory left.

As soon as Warming heard this, her anger flared up. Wasn’t this self-torture

No one could bear a life without any past, so why was he putting himself through such suffering Besides, she didn't want him to lose his memories; he had loving parents and many people who cared for him—how could anyone bear seeing him forget all that

"Then don’t be angry."

"Get lost!"

"I'll go for brainwashing tomorrow."

"Go ahead if you dare. The moment I get washed, I'll leave far away and remarry immediately. Anyway, you won't remember me." Warmth said coolly; she was too lazy to exchange idle talk with him in the dead of night and lay down to sleep.

Ye Feimo choked for a moment, then retorted angrily, "What do you want"

"I don't want anything. Right now I only want to have some quiet sleep. I'm really tired. Can I, Mr. Ye" Warmth enunciated each word. Ye Feimo stared at her expressionlessly, and the two faced off coldly. Tired of it all, Warmth simply turned over and closed her eyes, ignoring him.

"Warmth, my relationship with Han Bi has ended for good. If you want to know about our past… I can..."

"I don't want to know." Warmth cut Ye Feimo off; the atmosphere immediately fell silent and awkward. At a loss of what else to say to her, Ye Feimo could only hope that she hadn’t decided on leaving him...

"Earlier I called Han Bi. I’ve already told her we’re married," Ye Feimo said calmly in the dark, "You are my wife, Warmth."

Warmth was silent and did not respond; the room fell quiet again and no one spoke.

Sitting in his bedroom for a while, Ye Feimo suddenly stood up, slammed the door hard and left. The sound reverberated through the whole house, causing it to shake slightly. Warmth opened her eyes with a sigh and closed them once more.

A sleepless night... were very good, with harmony between superiors and subordinates. They helplessly watched a tragic scene unfold, unable to stop it, almost losing their lives in the process. The surviving members were...