The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 127: A Different Kind of Birthday Gift

Ye Feimo pinched her waist. Wen Nuan, ticklish, quickly dodged. He held her waist with both hands and said, rather meaningfully, "You really have gotten thinner. I haven’t touched you in a while, and now there’s nothing but bones left."

Wen Nuan: "..."

"However..." Ye Feimo’s gaze drifted to her chest. His expression was calm and collected as he stated, "Just keep it at 34B; don’t let that part get thin. Too small doesn’t feel good."

Wen Nuan: "..."

Ye Feimo, you truly are a stud, only thinking about your own benefits.

"What’s with that expression? They say when a person loses weight, their chest size also decreases. Did yours get smaller? Come here, let me feel." Ye Feimo beckoned, speaking very calmly. Wen Nuan was tearful. Hadn’t you just touched it?

She couldn’t help but kick him. "Do you have to be such a pervert?"

"What’s perverse about a man discussing this with his own woman?" Ye Feimo retorted. "This is a basic issue, isn’t it? Don’t make such a fuss."

Young Master Ye paused, then continued expressionlessly, "What are women’s breasts for, if not for men to touch?"

"It’s the middle of the night, just shut up," Wen Nuan said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Even if I shut up, I can’t shut off my thoughts. Seriously, did it get smaller?" Ye Feimo was incredibly persistent about this question.

"No, no, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied with what? So tall, yet so small there. What have you been eating? I’m already dissatisfied. From now on, eat more papaya stewed with milk, three meals a day."

Wen Nuan was utterly defeated by him. Ye Feimo, you’re truly incredible.

Why did he have such extensive knowledge about women’s figures?

"You’re so foolish. That girl Kelan has already started having my mommy give her papaya stewed with milk every day. You don’t even care about your own figure."

"Your family members are truly something," Wen Nuan was again stunned by Ye Feimo. She thought of the adorable, petite Ye Kelan, so young yet already concerned about her figure.

It was truly... wait, why was she even discussing such a profound topic as body image with him here?

Ye Feimo, full and content, saw that it was getting late. He had intended to go back, but seeing that there were few people by the river in the dead of night, he pulled Wen Nuan down to sit. In another two or three hours, the sky would lighten, so they might as well wait for the sunrise there.

"Where’s my gift?" Ye Feimo asked, his voice filled with entitlement.

Wen Nuan pursed her lips. "You really are something. I already told you, I didn’t know it was your birthday, so how could I have prepared a gift?"

"I don’t care, I want a gift." Ye Feimo extended his hand. Wen Nuan playfully slapped his palm. He was truly a scoundrel. Then, a flash of inspiration hit her. "Oh, that’s right! The donuts and milk tea just now are my birthday gift to you, Young Master Ye Er. Happy Birthday." She said with a smile, secretly praising herself for being so clever to think of that. freёnovelkiss.com

Her mind worked fast.

Ye Feimo tugged her cheek. "How is that a birthday gift?"

"Why not? I paid for it," Wen Nuan said.

Ye Feimo glared at her. Wen Nuan glared back defiantly. Speaking of money, Wen Nuan remembered something and, pulling Ye Feimo, said, "Young Master Ye Er, you’re really a capitalist, truly, a very capitalist person."

"What’s wrong?" Ye Feimo asked. How had he exploited her?

That damn girl!

Wen Nuan was practically in tears. "You’re not a capitalist? I’m somewhat famous now, aren’t I? My endorsement fees should be in the six figures, but for the advertisements I shoot and endorse, very little money actually reaches me. And for acting, the money I get for dozens of episodes isn’t much. I clearly earn a lot, so aren’t you a capitalist?"

Wen Nuan was, after all, a newcomer who had risen quickly, and her worth was incomparable to what it had been a few months ago.

To outsiders, she had good opportunities and earned a lot of money, a cash cow for Anning International, inspiring envy. But who knew that beneath this glamorous exterior, her income and the reported figures for her endorsements and advertisements were completely different?

Her current endorsement value was high, but Anning took the lion’s share, with layers of promotion and publicity fees, among other expenses, meaning the money she actually received wasn’t much.

The prices for advertisements and endorsements were higher than what she earned for a single drama, yet the actual money she received from them was even less than from television series.

She used to think that celebrities earned money easily, with endorsements bringing in millions or tens of millions, but in reality, not all that money reached their hands; the discrepancy was huge.

Her income and fame were not proportional.

"Every artist is like this. Do you think a newcomer like you gets special treatment?" Ye Feimo scoffed coldly. Among the many artists under his management, who wasn’t like this? The reported figures and what the artists actually received were two different things. "What, feeling unbalanced? Disappointed?"

"Not exactly."

"If not, then don’t complain to the boss and call him a capitalist."

"You are a vampire, a capitalist," Wen Nuan grumbled. "We artists work very hard. Every one of us has a pile of injuries. Some have fallen, some have cracked bones. We female actors are lucky; some male actors are even worse off. Like Chen Hang, he said that throughout his career, he’s accumulated injuries all over his body, and some have left lasting side effects."

"Who is Chen Hang?" Ye Feimo asked with displeasure. How dare she mention another man in front of him? She had some nerve.

"The male lead of ’Princess Qinglian’," Wen Nuan said, patting him. "I’m just giving an example."

"Still saying you’re not feeling unbalanced?"

"Just a little bit. Don’t you think it’s unfair?"

"That’s just the rule of the game. If you don’t want to play, you can always quit," Ye Feimo said mercilessly. Wen Nuan couldn’t agree with his philosophy, but she also knew that employees and bosses saw things differently.

So Wen Nuan didn’t say anything further.

Ye Feimo spoke heartlessly, but it was indeed a rule of the game.

"You’re a newcomer now, so you’re exploited more. It will be different when you gradually gain fame. Don’t think that Peng Shuyao and Yang Yang are the same as you newcomers; it’s different," Ye Feimo said, his gaze fixed on her. "If you want to get your rightful income, then let me see if you have the capability. If not, then don’t complain."

"Understood!" Wen Nuan, of course, understood this principle. She was still a newcomer and could only let herself be bullied by vampires. Honestly, what was the point of earning so much money? Fortunately, her heart wasn’t so unbalanced.

Ye Feimo was satisfied. He stroked her head. "Be my obedient cash cow."

Wen Nuan: "..."

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