Ye Feimo’s face darkened as he opened his tablet and clicked on a webpage. A video of Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng was circulating on a popular portal, uploaded by a netizen nad "I am a Little Fairy."
The video was shot very clearly. It was indeed a dessert shop, and Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng were chatting and laughing, eating desserts. From the video, one could clearly see Fang Liucheng’s gentle gaze as he placed a necklace on Wen Nuan.
It also showed Fang Liucheng handing Wen Nuan sothing that looked like a house deed. The video’s audio was very low and unclear, but when the cara zood in, one could vaguely make out a house deed.
Wen Nuan initially declined but eventually accepted it, and Fang Liucheng affectionately held Wen Nuan’s hand.
This segnt of the video, viewed solely as a video, seed innocuous. Fang Liucheng and Wen Nuan were eating dessert. Their rumors had only just spread today, and this video only further suggested that Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng were dating.
This video further confird the fact that Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng were indeed in a relationship.
However, the trouble lay in the house deed and that Cartier necklace.
The netizen nad "I am a Little Fairy" claid to be a fan of Wen Nuan. She was very happy to et Wen Nuan at the dessert shop today and decided to film her and Fang Liucheng. Upon reviewing the video at ho, she was shocked to discover that Fang Liucheng had given Wen Nuan a house deed. "I am a Little Fairy" stated that she was extrely disappointed in Wen Nuan, claiming that Wen Nuan had advanced her career through illicit ans, with Young Master Fang buying her a house and preparing to keep her as a mistress.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to this house deed.
To those unaware, this scene would undoubtedly appear as a transaction between Young Master Fang and Wen Nuan—that Fang Liucheng bought Wen Nuan a house. What would one associate with a wealthy bachelor giving an artist a house?
Naturally, it would be "keeping a mistress" or "sugar daddy."
Furthermore, Young Master Fang had also bought Wen Nuan an expensive butterfly necklace, further confirming the rumors of her being kept as a mistress.
Such matters were all too common.
Ye Feimo felt his anger flare as he watched. The house deed itself didn’t infuriate him as much as the sight of Fang Liucheng intimately standing behind Wen Nuan and putting that necklace on her. It was simply...
From every angle, they looked like a deeply in love couple.
And Wen Nuan had said it was a misunderstanding. Where was the misunderstanding?
Where was the misunderstanding?
Damn it!
The video had been uploaded less than five minutes ago, and its views had already exceeded one hundred thousand. The comnts below were overwhelmingly abusive towards Wen Nuan, with extrely harsh language. While so of Wen Nuan’s fans defended her, they were few, and hundreds of comnts were all cursing Wen Nuan.
Ye Feimo slamd his fist onto the sofa. Damn it!
Damn it to hell! Where did these brain-dead fans co from? These must be anti-fans.
Would true fans do sothing like this?
Damn her, tomorrow he would find soone to slap her a few tis and shut her big mouth.
Wen Nuan erged from the shower. Ye Feimo’s fierce gaze swept over her. Just monts ago, his face had been clouded with desire; now, it was ominous, a thick vein throbbing, as he desperately suppressed his temper.
Wen Nuan’s heart trembled. What happened?
Ye Feimo tossed the tablet aside, his eyes dark as he stared at Wen Nuan. He stood up and approached Wen Nuan nacingly, step by step, with steady strides. Wen Nuan couldn’t help but feel a little afraid, instinctively backing away until she reached the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
Wen Nuan’s voice trembled slightly. "Ye Feimo, what’s wrong?"
Although she knew Ye Feimo was temperantal, Wen Nuan had never seen him this angry. Ye Feimo trapped Wen Nuan between the wall and his chest, his brow furrowed like a sharp blade. "Wen Nuan, you said you had no relationship with Fang Liucheng, that it was a misunderstanding?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Answer , are you planning to be with Fang Liucheng?" Ye Feimo roared, his voice laced with frost. This anger pressed down on Wen Nuan’s heart, making her breathless.
"I am not!"
"Not?" Ye Feimo sneered. "You still dare to say ’not’? If not, would you be having a late-night snack with him and accepting such valuable gifts from him? You’re a grown woman; don’t you know the saying ’when you eat soone’s food, you are at their rcy, when you take soone’s money, you are short-handed’? If you’re not, why did you accept his house? If you want a house, isn’t this one enough for you? Are you after Fang Liucheng’s money? Wen Nuan, I truly didn’t realize you were this kind of woman. Even with supporting you, you’re still greedily seeking Fang Liucheng’s support. How big is your heart? How much do you want? When you’re with him, do you also cook for him, let him kiss you, let him... *have* you? An actress is an actress, no matter how pure, still an actress."
Ye Feimo’s words made Wen Nuan’s face turn ashen, leaving her almost breathless with anger. She didn’t understand why, in just ten minutes, he had changed so drastically.
Why were his words so harsh?
Why did he pin such groundless accusations on her? His humiliating gaze felt like a knife tearing at her heart, shredding it into pieces.
Wen Nuan’s tears welled up in her eyes, and Ye Feimo’s image blurred before her.
She had thought that even if Ye Feimo saw her as a substitute, he must have liked her a little, right? She always believed there were so qualities about her that he liked.
It turned out she was wrong.
She had truly been deluding herself.
He didn’t like her at all, like a toy, summoned and dismissed at will. When he was happy, he’d offer a kind word; when he was displeased, he could insult her without reservation.
She could endure any insult he threw at her.
But Ye Feimo’s accusations, like these, trampled her dignity and self-respect into the ground.
Why did he have to say such things to her?
Wen Nuan’s chest felt heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing down on her heart, making her feel suffocated, pained, and bitter. All her senses were stripped away by Ye Feimo’s words.
Her face burned with pain, as if he had repeatedly slapped her.
Don’t cry, Wen Nuan, don’t cry, it’s not worth it.
It’s not the first ti he’s cursed you, what’s there to cry about? Don’t cry, don’t cry... The more she thought this, the more her heart ached, and her tears swelled, but they wouldn’t fall.
She stubbornly bit her lip. Even if she had to cry, she wouldn’t cry in front of Ye Feimo.
Ye Feimo’s gaze was grim; he ignored her tears, his heart already consud by rage and jealousy. His body felt as if it were on fire. Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng’s intimacy had made him completely lose his mind.
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