The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife
Chapter 234: I only love you

Chapter 234: I only love you

Ye Feimo stammered for a long time, finally managing to utter a somewhat complete sentence. Wen Nuan froze, and the knot in her heart seemed to be pierced by these words, instantly dissipating.

His awkwardness, his affection, his lowered voice—it completely delighted Wen Nuan.

She had always been uncertain about his feelings, inevitably feeling anxious, but now, a surge of wild joy welled up, and a happy smile gently graced Wen Nuan’s lips.

He had been texting for so long, just to say this?

She bit her lip, suppressing a smile, her eyes stinging slightly. For some reason, her mood was filled with even more bewilderment and sadness, as if she had been waiting for these words for countless years, and finally, they had arrived.

When you long for certain emotions, a certain person, for a long time, and then suddenly receive them, your mood truly becomes a mixture of joy and sorrow, indistinguishable.

"Wen Nuan, are you listening?" Ye Feimo asked in a deep voice. Wen Nuan covered her lips, tears overflowing and sliding down her cheeks onto her hands. The day’s suppressed emotions were finally cried away.

"I went to the restroom. What did you just say? I didn’t hear it," Wen Nuan said, her smile even sweeter.

Beep, beep, beep... The sound came from the phone. Wen Nuan chuckled. This guy was mortified. She knew he would be like this. He would absolutely refuse to say those words a second time.

But she hadn’t expected his expression of feelings to be so decisive and crude.

Just as she was about to call him back, Ye Feimo called instead. Wen Nuan lightly pursed her lips, her heart feeling sweet, and answered. "What’s wrong with you? Throwing a tantrum? Then don’t call me."

She could have called him too.

Ye Feimo coldly hummed, seemingly uncomfortable, and changed the subject. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"You’ve been sleeping all day; haven’t you had enough?"

"I drank too much, and my head hurts," Wen Nuan said, lying on her side in bed and chatting with him. Mrs. Wen had originally intended to call her downstairs, thinking she was in a bad mood and had argued with Ye Feimo. Seeing her smiling face while chatting with Ye Feimo, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go downstairs.

"Why did you drink so much today?"

"Because I was happy! Mandong and I had a drinking contest. She has a high tolerance; I get drunk after four drinks. I’m no match for her," Wen Nuan said with a laugh, then asked, "What are you doing?"

"Watching fireworks."

She chuckled. When did he have the leisure to watch fireworks? Perhaps he was at home, and the children were setting off fireworks. But she really couldn’t imagine what Ye Feimo looked like watching fireworks.

"Are they pretty?"

"Yes, very beautiful," Ye Feimo said. Wen Nuan smiled and rolled over, facing the window. Suddenly, a burst of fireworks shot into the sky. She chuckled, "Someone’s setting off fireworks outside my window too."

"Can you see them?"

"I can see the distant ones, and I can see them being set off nearby, but I can’t see the fireworks blooming," Wen Nuan said with a smile. Her mood had been very heavy just now, but now it was light and cheerful.

Did this mean they had reconciled?

A faint smile lifted Wen Nuan’s lips. Reconcile, then let’s reconcile. For his words of affection, she would forgive him this time. However, some things still needed to be clarified; she couldn’t let him off that easily.

"Nuan Nuan, the fireworks are truly beautiful," Ye Feimo repeated.

"It’s not like I haven’t seen fireworks before," Wen Nuan mumbled, lowering her voice. "Are they as pretty as me?"

"The fireworks are prettier," Ye Feimo said honestly. Wen Nuan softly cursed him. Ye Feimo just smiled. "Why do you like champagne roses? They’re not as pretty as red roses at all."

"Who said that?" Wen Nuan protested. "Your aesthetic is flawed."

"Why do you like champagne roses?"

"Do you know the meaning of champagne roses?" Wen Nuan asked.

Ye Feimo paused, silent for a long moment. "No, what is it? Tell me."

Wen Nuan quietly said, "I won’t tell you. When you achieve it, then I’ll tell you."

The meaning of champagne roses: I am devoted only to you.

She liked that phrase, which was why she loved champagne roses so much.

Ye Feimo smiled, his low chuckle seeming to suppress something. Though they weren’t together, he seemed to see through Wen Nuan’s thoughts. Her face couldn’t help but flush, a blush spreading like rosy clouds, a bittersweet tenderness seeping into her senses.

This feeling of first love, she had experienced it a long, long time ago.

"If a man appeared before you holding your favorite champagne roses, would you forgive him?" Ye Feimo asked, his voice very low, as if confiding something, making her heart gently flutter.

The image of Ye Feimo appearing before her, holding a bouquet of champagne roses, involuntarily flashed in her mind. It would surely be a beautiful sight.

Wen Nuan suddenly looked towards the window, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the window.

Suddenly, she froze.

Outside the window, fireworks filled the sky, blooming brilliantly, turning the entire night sky into a dazzling backdrop. His car was parked outside the villa, and he leaned casually against it, holding a bouquet of champagne roses in his arms.

The white-and-yellow roses bloomed charmingly in his embrace. At this moment, he seemed like a prince arriving on a white horse, holding flowers to greet his princess. From afar, she could clearly see his gaze, and she could feel the doting affection in his eyes, his deep love, and undoubtedly, his usual awkwardness.

Feimo...

So he had been waiting outside her window for her to appear all this time.

But she had been foolishly agonizing inside, wondering if she was in his heart, ignoring his constant questions about fireworks and roses, making him wait so long in the cold wind.

Barefoot, she dashed out of the house, like a joyful sprite flying down the stairs. Fang Liucheng had already left, and the three members of the Wen family were watching a program. Wen Nuan’s eyes were full of smiles as she headed straight for the door.

Wen Jing looked bewildered. "Sis, wear shoes!"

She casually slipped on a pair of red slippers by the door, ran through the villa’s front garden, and dashed out of the villa. Ye Feimo was waiting for her. He had changed his clothes, wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans, draped with a long, off-white trench coat. The roses in his arms were vibrantly fresh, and his smile surpassed even the champagne roses. The softest part of her heart suddenly melted.

He rarely smiled. Ye Feimo, stoic, expressionless, seemed to be his defining characteristic. It was rare to see him smiling like this. Wen Nuan’s eyes pricked, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by endless feelings of grievance and immense happiness, rushing over her.

He opened his arms. Wen Nuan ran towards him with a smile, willingly throwing herself into his embrace, holding him tightly.

A thousand words dissolved into a single, firm embrace.

Her heart was steeped in a warm spring and fresh flowers, with not a trace of sadness left.

Pain is often remembered, while joy is easily forgotten.

But at this moment, she memorized this happiness and joy, forgetting the pain he had given her.