Mother Wen sat on the bed and patted her shoulder. "Nuannuan, talk to ."
"Haven’t you already guessed? Then don’t ask ."
Wen Nuan whispered, and Mother Wen’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say? Are you serious? Are you and he really in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"
Wen Nuan nodded. Mother Wen clutched her chest, breathing rapidly. Wen Nuan anxiously supported her. "Mom, are you okay? Don’t scare ."
"Ye Feimo has such a bad reputation. How can he be your boyfriend? The newspapers say his girlfriend is Han Bi, and he and Han Bi are getting married. How can he be your lover? Nuannuan, are you hiding sothing from your mother? Or did Ye Feimo do sothing to you?"
"No, no, it’s nothing, he didn’t do anything to ," Wen Nuan said. Newspapers really were misleading. No, it was Ye Feimo who was too much of a playboy. How wonderful it would be if he had no scandals at all.
Yet, he was so ostentatious; everyone in the city knew about Young Master Ye’s romantic escapades.
"Mom, don’t believe the newspapers too much. It’s not true." To prevent her mother from worrying, Wen Nuan told a small lie. She thought, "It’s fine to lie; anyway, my mom won’t know."
Actually, she was also afraid that her mother would have a bad impression of Ye Feimo, which was why she concealed it.
However, Wen Nuan apparently hadn’t considered that Mother Wen’s impression of Ye Feimo was practically nonexistent.
"Child, are you serious with him? I hear his relationships are ssy and never last long." Mother Wen looked at Wen Nuan worriedly. She feared her daughter would be too serious and end up hurt or taken advantage of.
Wen Nuan said, "Mom, don’t you have faith in your daughter’s charm?"
Mother Wen chuckled coldly. "Charm? Where is your charm?"
"Am I your biological child?" Wen Nuan playfully hugged her, smiling as she said, "Mom, just trust . He and I are serious. Look, I’ve never been in a relationship before. Didn’t you always say I should date more to gain experience? I’m just being obedient and dating, so please, don’t worry about ."
"How can I not worry? He doesn’t look like a good man at all."
"That’s strange. Don’t mothers-in-law usually beco more and more satisfied with their sons-in-law?" Wen Nuan mumbled.
Mother Wen, with sharp ears, glared at her. "What son-in-law? When did he beco my son-in-law? You’re being too presumptuous!"
Wen Nuan spread her hands, raised them, and surrendered.
Mother Wen frowned. "Why did you bring him ho today without telling us beforehand? We weren’t prepared at all."
Wen Nuan thought, "Did I want to bring him ho?"
It was clearly his idea to co along.
"Prepared for what? Just treat him as a normal friend; there’s nothing special," Wen Nuan said, cuddling her mother.
Mother Wen snorted. "You already consider him the Wen family’s son-in-law, and you say there’s nothing special? Why are you so disappointing? What about Liucheng? Didn’t you always like him?"
Wen Nuan looked up thoughtfully, recalling the Weibo post she retweeted yesterday. She quoted and modified a famous saying, then said, "Brother Liucheng was my past life, and he is my present life. Yes, that’s how it is."
Mother Wen: "..."
The mother and daughter talked intimately upstairs. When they ca downstairs, Mother Wen’s expression had finally softened a bit. Father Wen and Ye Feimo were deeply engrossed in their chess ga. Wen Nuan thought that Ye Feimo’s chess skills didn’t seem very good.
Why was he able to draw with her dad?
This was a question worth pondering.
He didn’t even seem to know the rules very well. Although he lost one ga, it was rare for him to hold out against her dad for so long. Wen Jing, watching from the side, found it incredible.
In this flashy era, very few people could calm down and play sothing like this.
Father Wen was a master, and Wen Jing, having grown up watching him, also played well. Although she wasn’t very enthusiastic, she could manage a good ga. Father Wen gave Ye Feimo many points for this.
Mother Wen brewed tea, and Ye Feimo was even able to discuss tea ceremony with Father Wen. Wen Nuan watched Ye Feimo like an alien. This guy rarely drank tea; he only drank coffee.
A bad habit.
But why did he know so much?
The fact that they lived together was no longer a secret. Mother Wen and Father Wen had nothing to say about it; the Wen parents were quite open-minded.
They stayed at the Wen house for a morning. Wen Nuan packed so things into the car. Ye Feimo went into her room for a while. The entire room was decorated in girlish colors, and Ye Feimo got goosebumps as soon as he entered.
The pink and purple decor clearly marked the room as a princess’s chamber, sweet and tender, which actually matched her personality perfectly.
However, when soone glanced at a few photos on the bedside table, his expression began to darken.
On Wen Nuan’s bedside table were three photo fras: one was a family photo of the Wen parents and their two daughters, one was a solo photo of Wen Nuan, and another was a picture of Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng.
The background was the beach, with Wen Nuan wearing a pink dress, intimately linking arms with Fang Liucheng. Young Master Fang was also smiling at her, with affectionate indulgence. It was an absolute eyesore.
Ye Feimo decisively turned his face away.
Wen Nuan was packing a few of her favorite books to read. She caught sight of Ye Feimo’s gloomy expression from the corner of her eye, paused, and looked at the photos on the bedside table. She pursed her lips, then ca over with a smile and sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Jealous?"
Ye Feimo stared at her, silent. Wen Nuan humd, "Why is it that only officials are allowed to set fires, but common people aren’t allowed to light lamps? You have a pile of Han Bi’s old things in your office."
His face darkened, and he looked at Wen Nuan without speaking. If he told her that he had already had Zhang Ling clear out the old items from his office, she would only beco more smug.
Ye Feimo thought coldly, "I won’t tell you."
Wen Nuan picked up the photo fra, a little nostalgic for the past. "We were all very happy back then. I think Brother Liucheng was happy too, even though he hated us at the ti, but I believe the joy we brought him was more than the hatred."
She paused, then looked at Ye Feimo. "Ye Feimo, so things are a matter of habit. Just like this photo has been on my bedside for years, and you’ve collected Han Bi’s old things for years. They are just habits, but habits only represent the past; they don’t define the present and the future. Don’t overthink it."
She felt a little bitter, with a hint of subtle discomfort in her heart.
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