Wen Nuan had intended to listen to his explanation, but upon hearing Ye Feimo’s accusatory tone, she imdiately stood up. "Ye Feimo, what right do you have to question ? Who needs to explain here? Are you implying I’m wrong just because you’re acting so self-righteous?"
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes, his dangerous gaze fixed on her. "You read my ssages?"
"You’re the one who told to answer the phone. If I had picked up, Han Bi would have told anyway. Besides, I didn’t an to open your ssages; your phone’s touch sensitivity is too good, and I accidentally opened it. Forget it, I’m not explaining anything to you. Anyway, I won’t pry into your privacy anymore. That’s it. I’m tired, and you don’t need to explain either." Wen Nuan was truly angry. She threw her textbook down, intending to leave.
Ye Feimo grabbed her arm. Wen Nuan struggled, but he held her even tighter. Wen Nuan said with suppressed anger, "Let go!"
"She was sick that day, and I went to see her. Her tea accidentally spilled on my wrist, so I took off my watch. I forgot to take it with when I left," Ye Feimo explained.
Wen Nuan sneered. "Oh, she was sick, you went to see her, tea accidentally spilled, so you took off your watch. Then why did you lie? You personally told you sent the watch for maintenance."
Ye Feimo’s gaze was deep and somber, suppressing so emotions within his eyes, holding them back fiercely without letting them escape. He simply looked at Wen Nuan with a chilling calm. "I just didn’t want you to overthink things."
Wen Nuan looked at Ye Feimo, thinking of his cold attitude towards Han Bi in front of her, then rembering their lingering connection behind her back. She couldn’t help but suspect, "Ye Feimo, are you doing this on purpose?"
Was he deliberately being so cold to Han Bi in front of her, intentionally making her believe they were completely over, while secretly continuing to et her? Perhaps in places she couldn’t see, they had done even more intimate things.
She gave a self-deprecating laugh. Ye Feimo grabbed her shoulders. Wen Nuan saw a hint of panic in his expression, an anger that wasn’t quite anger. She sneered, "What are you anxious about? You should be anxious about Han Bi, not ."
"Wen Nuan, I was wrong to lie to you. As for the watch, that’s truly what happened. There’s nothing more I can say. Don’t you believe ?"
Wen Nuan was furious, her face flushed. "Believe you? What right do you have to demand I believe you? Do your actions give reason to believe you? Ye Feimo, don’t be so selfish. Don’t demand that I obey you like an accessory, silently enduring whatever you do like a block of wood. You’re dreaming! You lied to first, and then got exposed. And you still demand that I believe you? That’s simply impossible."
Ye Feimo slowly loosened his grip on her hand. She couldn’t read his expression—was it disappointnt or indifference? She didn’t know. Wen Nuan thought that their happiness wasn’t feigned, and she could feel his affection for her, but she didn’t know how much else was mixed in with that love.
She also didn’t know what role Han Bi truly played in his heart.
Ye Feimo stubbornly demanded her trust, which seed unlikely.
Perhaps he had a past record, or perhaps she knew he and Han Bi had a history, or perhaps, she was well aware that their beginning, more or less, carried the shadow of Han Bi.
So, trust was too difficult.
When she first agreed to be with him, she thought, she knew Han Bi was in his heart, and she thought that perhaps if she tried harder, the outco would be different.
But now, even his explanation was so vague.
Wen Nuan was very sad.
She managed to suppress the sorrow welling up inside her, looking directly at Ye Feimo. She tried to appear as composed as possible. "Ye Feimo, actually, you don’t need to lie to , and you don’t need to explain anything. I rember you said your interest in a woman can only last for a week. You’ve had your fill, and it’s been more than a week. After all, I’m not her. If you’re tired of , just tell . I won’t cling to you."
Ye Feimo’s gaze darkened, a nacing aura rising as he looked at her with a mix of shock and anger, as if wanting to tear her to pieces.
The explanation that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down. Wen Nuan saw him remain silent for a long ti, gave a self-deprecating laugh, grabbed her bag, and left.
Wen Nuan had a peculiar habit: when she felt troubled, she liked to go to crowded places, such as bustling squares or by the Huaijiang River. The livelier the place, the more she liked it, as if the cheerfulness could drive away all her sadness and sorrow.
It was almost New Year’s Day, and the streets were filled with a festive atmosphere, a sense of renewal. Stores were offering discounts and promotions, and people were happily shopping, busy preparing for the new year.
"Beauty Unrivaled" promotional posters adorned the streets, but Wen Nuan felt no joy. Her career success seed unable to offset the emptiness in her heart; the delight of overnight fa had long since dissipated into oblivion.
Wen Nuan wore a white knitted hat and sunglasses, with the brim pulled low. She sat silently on a bench in the square, while others rested their feet or chatted over milk tea.
The weather was a bit cold. She ward her hands, unsure where to go.
Chen Xueru and Tang Shuwen were getting married, so Mandong must be busy. Gao Chunmiao’s family went to the U.S. for New Year’s, so they weren’t in the city. Should she go ho? That would be too embarrassing. She thought and thought, realizing she didn’t have many close friends.
Gloomy...
An endless silence oppressed her nerves; happiness had vanished without a trace.
She took out her iPhone tablet from her bag, turned it on, and logged onto Weibo. She already had 2 million followers. Wen Nuan was a loyal user of Sina Weibo and had not yet gone to Tencent, Sohu, or other websites, even though so had offered very good residency fees, but she had refused.
She felt that one Weibo was enough.
Too many, and she wouldn’t have the energy to manage them.
Besides her, only Sister Xiaojing knew the account and password for this Weibo, sotis posting work-related information on her behalf. She usually didn’t concern herself with these things.
What should she write? Wen Nuan pursed her lips. When she was in a bad mood, she didn’t know what to write on Weibo either.
After thinking for a long ti, Wen Nuan still didn’t know what to write, so she finally took a picture of the bustling square and uploaded it.
"It’s cold on the street today, and shopping alone is so boring. Anyone want to et up by chance?"
Just ten seconds after the Weibo post, there were many replies. Many locals imdiately recognized where she was. The place was very easy to identify. The last ti, she and Ye Feimo had reconciled here. She was so unoriginal, she just ended up here again.
Chen Xueru called, laughing as she asked, "Are you in XX Square?"
"How did you know?"
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