The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 192: An Unexpected Morning Visit

"I remember you said you had a very important meeting today. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the office?"

"Shut up."

Wen Nuan pursed her lips and truly fell silent. If he didn’t want to talk, then so be it. After all, it was his company, not hers. If it lost money, it was none of her business. No big deal.

They finally arrived at the Wen family home. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The car stopped at the gate, and Ye Feimo’s gaze lingered on Wen Nuan, his meaning clear: invite me in for tea.

Wen Nuan’s face flushed. Wasn’t this too fast?

Too fast to be easily accepted.

"Actually, you could go to the company," Wen Nuan said somewhat bashfully.

Ye Feimo’s face showed no color, and his breathing was steady. "I have plenty of time today."

The gate to the Wen family villa opened, and Wen Jing came out. She immediately spotted Wen Nuan and Ye Feimo and couldn’t help but shout, "Dad, Mom, Sis brought her boyfriend home... Mom..."

Wen Jing ran into the house, shouting all the way.

Wen Nuan was a little mortified.

Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes. The younger Miss Wen was truly on the ball; it was Wen Nuan who was completely clueless, a real blockhead. Ye Feimo smiled, glancing at her. Wen Nuan had no choice but to drag him inside.

"Don’t say anything stupid later," Wen Nuan cautioned him as she pulled him in. "If you dare to say anything out of line, don’t blame me for being rude."

"What do you mean by ’say anything stupid’?"

"For example, you’re not allowed to say you’re my boyfriend, nor my fiancé, and certainly not..."

"Then what should I say I am to you?"

Wen Nuan thought for a moment and came up with a more plausible answer: "You’re my boss. It’s perfectly normal for you to drop me off."

Ye Feimo said expressionlessly, "Which boss is in their employee’s bed at 6 AM?"

Wen Nuan’s face burned. "Many bosses are like that nowadays!"

Ye Feimo glared at her, and Wen Nuan smiled. "Let’s go."

Young Master Ye was famous, so naturally, Father Wen recognized him. Mother Wen, due to Wen Nuan’s involvement, often read entertainment news, so she was familiar with him too. Wen Jing felt nothing particularly special, only that he was handsome.

"Nuannuan, this is..." Father Wen asked, knowing the answer, his curiosity piqued as to why he was here. Mother Wen had been in a panic today, saying that when she called Wen Nuan, a man had answered, and his voice didn’t sound like Fang Liucheng.

Father Wen had been wondering who it could be, and now that Ye Feimo was here, he couldn’t help but wonder if Wen Nuan and Ye Feimo were involved.

News of Han Bi and Ye Feimo had been all over town a while ago; everyone knew. There had never been any rumors about Wen Nuan and him, so how did they suddenly get together?

"Dad, um... he’s Ye Feimo." Wen Nuan scratched her head. Father Wen thought to himself, "Of course I know he’s Ye Feimo."

"Mr. Ye, hello." Father Wen extended his hand, and Ye Feimo also politely extended his. "Hello, Uncle."

Wen Nuan thought, "My dad called you Mr. Ye, shouldn’t you call my dad Mr. Wen in return? ’Uncle’... so familiar."

It was still relatively early, so Mother Wen had prepared extra breakfast. She quickly invited Ye Feimo to the dining table. Wen Jing, sipping juice and munching on bread, kept glancing between Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan’s eyes remained fixed on her breakfast, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Ye Feimo. Ye Feimo, meanwhile, appeared perfectly at ease. Wen Nuan wondered why she had a strange feeling.

Was this a meeting with the parents?

Was this the legendary meeting with the parents?

Why did she feel absolutely nothing?

Father Wen and Mother Wen exchanged glances, wondering what their relationship truly was.

One ate expressionlessly, the other kept her head down and remained silent. The atmosphere was truly odd.

"Mr. Ye, is the breakfast to your liking?"

Mother Wen asked kindly. Ye Feimo nodded and said lightly, "It’s better than what Nuannuan makes."

Father Wen and Mother Wen fell silent.

Better than what Nuannuan makes.

Nuannuan?

Breakfast?

Wen Nuan’s face also flushed slightly because of Ye Feimo. Why be so ambiguous with the nickname and the statement? It was as if he couldn’t wait for people to know about their relationship. Mother Wen recalled Wen Nuan constantly practicing cooking recently and frowned.

She really wanted to ask about Wen Nuan and Ye Feimo’s relationship, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

Wen Jing asked, "Brother Ye, what’s your relationship with my sister?"

Ye Feimo slanted a look at Wen Nuan, a smile playing on his lips. "Your sister said I shouldn’t say anything about our relationship."

Wen Jing nodded understandingly, looking at Ye Feimo with a hint of sympathy. Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow. What did that girl’s look mean? Pity him? That was a miracle. Wen Jing said, "My sister is an artist, you know. I heard that when artists fall in love, their popularity drops, so they have to keep it a secret, right? Brother Ye, you’re really pitiful."

Ye Feimo: "..."

Wen Nuan: "..."

Wen Jing continued, "But, Brother Ye, it’s just our family here. We won’t say anything outside, so what exactly is your relationship?"

Ye Feimo looked at Wen Nuan, then at Wen Jing, and said faintly, "You tell me, what’s our relationship?"

Wen Jing replied, "The relationship of my future brother-in-law, of course."

Ye Feimo almost gave a thumbs-up. If "future" were removed, it would be even better. "Brother-in-law" was perfect.

Mother Wen’s smile was a bit strained, and Father Wen’s expression wasn’t great either. Wen Nuan lowered her head and drank her milk. After all, a son-in-law like Ye Feimo wouldn’t be welcomed by most parents, unless they were the kind who hoped their daughter would marry into wealth and status.

Her parents certainly wouldn’t want her to have any ties with Ye Feimo.

Ye Feimo seemed oblivious, maintaining his composure and quite naturally drinking the breakfast made by his future mother-in-law.

Actually...

His Nuannuan’s cooking was still better.

The "Nuannuan brand."

"Mr. Ye, do you play chess?" Father Wen asked.

"What kind of chess?"

"International chess."

"Yes!"

"If Mr. Ye has nothing to do today, how about a game with this old man?" Father Wen asked with a smile. Wen Nuan looked at Ye Feimo. Could he really play? Don’t overdo it; her dad’s chess skills were quite high.

"Okay!" Ye Feimo readily accepted Father Wen’s invitation.

Wen Nuan pursed her lips. She helped Mother Wen clear the kitchen, originally wanting to watch them play chess, but Mother Wen pulled her upstairs. Ye Feimo glanced at the mother and daughter, a smile playing on his lips...

Upstairs, in Wen Nuan’s room.

Finally back in her own room, Wen Nuan longed for her bed. She immediately pounced on it, hugging a pillow. So comfortable.

Mother Wen stood behind her with a displeased expression. "What exactly is going on between you and Ye Feimo?"

Wen Nuan pretended to be dead, not answering.

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