The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife
Chapter 227: A Persistent Question

Chapter 227: A Persistent Question

Wen Nuan’s lips twitched. Accurate, accurate, accurate my foot. Not accurate at all.

She was too lazy to argue with him.

"Nuan Nuan, did you really not hear what I said last night?" Ye Feimo asked again.

Wen Nuan averted her face. "What did you say?"

Ye Feimo choked. Wen Nuan, putting on her shoes, said, "Wasn’t it about wanting spaghetti? Sorry, I don’t know how to make it."

His face darkened. "It’s not about that."

"If it’s not about that, then what is it about?"

Ye Feimo looked at her expression, which didn’t seem to be lying. He pursed his lips and said, "I apologized."

"What?"

He gritted his teeth, pulling her up. "I apologized."

"Oh, and what else?" Wen Nuan asked expressionlessly. Having been with Ye Feimo for so long, perhaps she had absorbed too much of his demeanor. When she was expressionless, she could be quite intimidating. It was just a cold face; who couldn’t do it? Besides, she was an actress.

Freeze you to death!

Ye Feimo’s eyes were icy cold, as if he were angry, yet also helpless. Wen Nuan coldly sneered, brushing his hand away to leave, but Ye Feimo grabbed her arm. He pulled her into his embrace from behind, his arms tightly clasped around her waist.

Wen Nuan struggled, but he held her even tighter.

"Ye Feimo, let go!"

"Han Bi and I are long over," Ye Feimo said in a deep voice. "Nuan Nuan, please don’t be angry anymore, okay?"

Wen Nuan remained unmoved, her gaze cold and distant. He ultimately didn’t understand what she was truly bothered by. Wen Nuan felt a little lost and hurt inside. Ye Feimo, seeing her silence, was also uneasy.

She was usually easy to appease. The previous times she was angry, he had managed to coax her back. This time, she was truly upset.

"What do you want?"

"What kind of attitude is that?" Wen Nuan’s eyes widened. Ye Feimo forced out a smile, which was uglier than crying. Wen Nuan’s face remained stern. He made a mistake and still dared to be so arrogant; he was defying her.

Although it was an angry retort, her attitude had softened. Ye Feimo took the hint, wrapping his arms around her waist and coaxing her. "Be a good girl, no more fuss. Next time I go out and see my mother, I’ll take you with me, alright?"

Wen Nuan pursed her lips. "This isn’t about seeing your mother at all, it’s about... Ye Feimo, I ask you, do you still love Han Bi?"

Ye Feimo hesitated. Wen Nuan’s gaze turned cold, but he didn’t let her break free, stubbornly holding her. "Nuan Nuan, she and I ended seven years ago."

"Ended, but still lingering feelings? So, you still love her?" This was the first time Wen Nuan had so sharply questioned his relationship with Han Bi. She didn’t want to remain confused any longer. The more she loved, the more she cared. She couldn’t help but wonder whose weight was heavier in his heart, hers or Han Bi’s. He always avoided the topic.

She didn’t like it.

"Nuan Nuan, if I said I didn’t miss her at all, you might not believe me anyway," Ye Feimo said, taking Wen Nuan’s shoulders and softening his voice. "I only know that the person I want to spend my life with is you, not Han Bi."

A pain flashed in Wen Nuan’s eyes. She lowered her head and gave a bitter laugh. Ye Feimo didn’t understand. He had said so much, why did she still not get it? Wen Nuan said, "A few days ago, Sister Xiaojing showed me a script, and there was a line in it that I thought was very well put: ’The person who accompanies us to the end is never the most unforgettable one, but the most suitable one.’ I think that statement is absolutely correct. It seems Han Bi is the most unforgettable one for you, and I am the most suitable one for you, Ye Feimo. I am very possessive. I want to be your most unforgettable one, and also your most suitable one. Since I can’t have both, I’d rather give it up."

Perhaps she was still young, hadn’t experienced enough, and still held beautiful dreams about love. She didn’t want to give up on love, so she wanted a relationship with only two people, not three.

She wanted to be the most unforgettable person to her partner, the one they couldn’t let go of, not like other women who, after a deeply memorable love, chose the one most suitable for them.

Perhaps, after she had experienced life’s hardships, after being bruised and battered by love, after a great awakening, she might lose faith in love and choose the most suitable person for herself, and be the most suitable person for them. But right now, she couldn’t do it.

Wen Nuan laughed foolishly. "I’m still young. Forgetting you and finding another person to fall in love with is also possible. I don’t want to just be the most suitable one for him; I also want to be the one he loves most. Since Han Bi is the one you love most, why did you refuse her?"

"Nuan Nuan!" Ye Feimo roared, a flicker of pain in his eyes. Forget him, and fall in love again? Is that what she meant? Could she truly just forget him?

Wen Nuan broke free from him. "What are you angry about? I thought I tried hard enough, that I could definitely replace her and become the one you love most. It turns out it was just my wishful thinking. No one can replace her in your heart. Even if you rationally tell yourself you won’t be with her, she’s still in your heart. I’m not that magnanimous."

She took a deep breath, stepping back a few paces, tears welling in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back. "If this is your answer after thinking for a few days and calming down, then I think I understand what you mean. Let’s break up."

"What did you say?" The words at Ye Feimo’s lips turned into a grim silence. She actually said break up?

"Haven’t you figured it out too?" Wen Nuan said with a bitter smile. "I thought you had already figured it out, which is why you said all that to me. Since that’s the case, what’s left to cling to? I don’t want you anymore."

Wen Nuan said, then turned and left. Ye Feimo stood stunned in the pavilion, her words, "I don’t want you anymore," echoing in his ears.

He clearly didn’t mean that. Why did she distort his words? Was his explanation not clear enough?

He wanted to spend his life with Wen Nuan, wasn’t it because he loved her?

Yet she said she didn’t want him anymore.

Didn’t want him.

What unforgivable sin had he committed?

Wen Nuan walked forward sadly, wobbling on the pebble path in her ten-centimeter stilettos. Her heart ached, and the path ahead was hazy. She didn’t want to break up with Ye Feimo.

When Fang Liucheng betrayed her, there was pain, but mostly anger. The pain she felt then was more about losing her innocence; the emotional pain itself was questionable.

But saying "break up" to Ye Feimo today felt like tearing a piece of flesh from her heart, raw and bleeding.

It hurt so much, so much...