The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 525: Fei Mo’s temper

She was very important, a very important person.

Ye Feimo was too far away to hear Wen Nuan and the girl’s words clearly. He only saw the gentle smile between Wen Nuan’s lowered brows, like a crabapple blossom in spring, beautiful and dazzling. How long had it been since he had seen her smile so tenderly?

Ever since he saw her and Fang Liucheng in bed, or ever since he accidentally killed their child, he had never seen Wen Nuan smile genuinely again. Even when she did smile, it was so forced, so suffocating.

What was she smiling about?

What was she saying to that girl? What was she saying that made her so happy? He had lost the ability to make her happy.

He was very annoyed. When Xiao Hei looked out the window, he casually remarked that Miss Wen was sunbathing down there. The boy seemed to have seen through his thoughts, chuckled after saying that, and walked away. He was furious.

Why did everyone around him know what he was thinking? Why did he act so cold and ruthless, even though he had sworn more than once to never interfere in Wen Nuan’s affairs again? They still saw through him so easily.

Everyone knew his pretense.

He watched from the window, almost greedily, as Wen Nuan pushed her wheelchair herself. She was pushing it clumsily; the caregiver wasn’t around, and the lawn wasn’t smooth, making it difficult for her. He desperately wanted to get down and help her, to let her go wherever she wanted.

He didn’t want to get down, but watching, watching, she got down by herself.

It was a stupid thing to do.

He thought Wen Nuan wouldn’t really want to see him, and he didn’t want her to see him in such a disheveled state, but he still got down. What an idiot! Mo Xiaobai would definitely laugh at him if she knew.

"Since he’s such an important person, why didn’t you go over and say hello?" the girl asked. Wen Nuan didn’t know how to answer. She wanted to say hello, she wanted to talk to him.

She wanted to ask him, "Fei Mo, are you having a bad appetite? Why have you lost so much weight?" But this longing was like that of a wife in ancient times missing her husband, swallowing it all back with difficulty, no matter how much she missed him.

It was as if telling others was a shameful thing.

She didn’t understand why she had such thoughts.

Mo Xiaobai’s words lingered in her mind. Wen Nuan couldn’t overcome her inner demons, couldn’t simply greet him casually after they had both been so badly hurt. The idea that divorced couples could remain friends was just a fairy tale. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Seeing Wen Nuan’s silence, the girl smiled brightly. "I’m also very important to Daddy and Mommy. They tell me every day how much they love me, how much they cherish me, and they hope we’ll be a family again in the next life. They’re afraid I’ll suddenly leave before they can tell me how much they love me."

The girl’s smile widened. "Although I won’t live long, I’m very happy and content because I know the people I love love me so much. I’m satisfied."

Wen Nuan felt a pang in her heart. These seemingly ordinary words carried a heart-wrenching weight,

touching the most sensitive chord in her heart.

If someone suddenly died without telling her how much she loved them, it would be a profound regret.

But everyone’s situation was different. Fei Mo would definitely be healthy; she firmly believed that.

So she dared not go to Ye Feimo, afraid that she would really never dare to leave again, afraid that her curse of misfortune would truly come true. In truth, she understood many of these reasons in her heart. Others had tried to reason with her, but had they ever truly considered things from her perspective?

In this world, there is no true empathy, no one will unconditionally consider another person’s feelings. She knew her own problems, and only she knew her own fears.

Seeing that Wen Nuan kept her head down, unwilling to look up again, Ye Feimo’s lips curled into a cold smile. Wen Nuan still didn’t want to see him? That’s why she put on this expression. He really wanted to know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, he became angry with himself again. Why did he rush down to see her as soon as he saw her downstairs, only to find that she didn’t want to see him? How ridiculous! He had no reason to see her, so he deceived himself into thinking of a chance encounter, but even a chance encounter was just as unbearable.

Ye Feimo suddenly stood up, about to turn and leave, when he saw Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya walking over together. Mo Xiaobai was next to Cheng Anya, saying something that made Cheng Anya beam with joy.

"Fei Mo, why did you come down? The doctor said you can’t walk," Cheng Anya said worriedly as she approached.

Ye Fei Mo was about to answer when Mo Xiaobai suddenly called out, "Ah, Wen Nuan, what a coincidence, you’re here too."

He hadn’t called Wen Nuan "little cousin-in-law" in front of Ye Fei Mo and Cheng Anya, making Wen Nuan feel incredibly awkward. Mo Xiaobai must have done it on purpose; his calling her like that left her unsure whether to respond or not. She sat there stiffly, forcing a rigid smile as she greeted Cheng Anya and Ye Sanshao.

Mo Xiaobai, you’re such a troublemaker!

Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding. So that’s why Ye Fei Mo, who disliked crowds and was used to solitude, had suddenly come downstairs—it was a chance encounter. Ye Fei Mo remained silent, his expression displeased.

Cheng Anya greeted Wen Nuan with a smile, "Are you feeling better?"

Wen Nuan couldn’t refuse Cheng Anya’s kindness and said lightly, "Much better."

Cheng Anya said, "It’s good that you’re feeling better, come and sit down."

Ye Feimo looked at Cheng Anya, somewhat disapproving of her actions. It was too obvious. Ye Feimo gave a cold snort, with a hint of mockery. Wen Nuan was even more embarrassed. As she hesitated, the girl grabbed her sleeve, her face full of excitement. Wen Nuan had a bad feeling; this was the reaction of a brainless fan.

"Sister Wen Nuan, that’s Ye Yan, it’s Ye Yan! I like him so much! Can I talk to him? Can you go and talk to him for me? I really hope I can talk to my idol before I die." Wen

Nuan looked at the girl with pity. The excitement and satisfaction in her eyes reminded her of herself when she was obsessed with Ye Yan. Back then, she was so crazy in love that she even thought it didn’t matter if Fang Liucheng didn’t love her, as long as Ye Yan could hug her. She

had become so infatuated.

The girl didn’t have many days left to live. If she could talk to Mo Xiaobai, wouldn’t that give her hope for life?

Wen Nuan nodded and whispered to her, "I’ll go ask for you."

Ye Feimo saw Wen Nuan wheeling over. Because it was grass, she was having a hard time sliding, so he stopped after one step. He really wanted to help her and make her feel less strained, but in the end, he did nothing.

Cheng Anya smiled and pushed Wen Nuan over. Wen Nuan’s gaze didn’t fall on Ye Feimo. She said to Mo Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, that little girl over there has leukemia. You’re her idol. She wants to talk to you. Could you please say a few words of encouragement to her?"

Mo Xiaobai looked at the girl, who greeted him excitedly with a smile. Cheng Anya said, "So young and already has leukemia, so pitiful."

Mo Xiaobai patted Wen Nuan’s shoulder and walked towards the girl.

The girl’s eyes were filled with admiration and longing, and she was too excited to say a word. Mo Xiaobai laughed, sexy and charming, "Am I really that charming?"

The girl nodded repeatedly. Wen Nuan was both amused and exasperated. She turned her head and saw Ye Feimo staring at her intently. Seeing this, Cheng Anya pulled Ye Sanshao and said, "Come with me for a walk over there."

Ye Sanshao was forcibly pulled away by Cheng Anya, leaving only Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan. One remained silent, the other feigning indifference. Ye Feimo sat, and Wen Nuan sat too, neither speaking.

Time seemed to stand still. A wave of sadness washed over Wen Nuan. The girl’s body was so frail; she wouldn’t last much longer. If she truly left, how heartbroken her family would be.

What about Feimo?

Feimo’s body was also so weak. What would happen if he didn’t survive the surgery?

The thought sent chills down Wen Nuan’s spine. She dared not imagine any further; a lingering pain swirld in her heart. She longed to turn and look at him, to see him up close, but she forced herself not to. Her gaze remained fixed on Mo Xiaobai and the girl’s laughter and conversation.

She admitted she was a coward, always had been.

Once a decision was made, it couldn’t be abandoned halfway. She and Feimo were destined for a deep but shallow connection.

Ye Feimo coughed several times, not intentionally to remind Wen Nuan or break the awkward silence between them, but because he was genuinely feeling unwell. Wen Nuan hardened her heart and was about to leave when Ye Feimo said, "Is seeing me really that unbearable?"

She didn’t want to stay even for a short while.

Heaven knows, being with her was the happiest time of his life.

But such happiness was always so fleeting.

Wen Nuan paused, turned to the side, and said, "No!"

"You’re lying," Ye Feimo said angrily, his gaze gradually turning fierce. His previously soft heart instantly turned to ice, a chill that came from both Wen Nuan and himself. Wen Nuan

smiled faintly. His tone sounded more like a sullen remark to her, and it was precisely because of this that she found him particularly endearing; men are especially lovable when they’re sulking.

Perhaps it was because he meant something different to her.

"If you insist on thinking that way, there’s nothing I can do. Just think that way; maybe it will make you feel better," Wen Nuan said indifferently, her tone devoid of any emotion, as if they were complete strangers.

As she was about to leave, Ye Feimo suddenly stood up from the bench, grabbed her arm tightly, and looked at her with a gloomy gaze. "Where are you going?"

Wen Nuan smiled at his face and said indifferently, "Where I go is none of your business, is it?"

Ye Feimo was furious. Cheng Anya and Ye Sanshao, who were watching from a distance, rolled their eyes. Why were these two always arguing? Whether before or after the divorce, they could never escape the path of arguing.

Isn’t the hospital the perfect place for tender moments? Why doesn’t it work with her son? It’s truly astonishing. Cheng Anya was particularly frustrated. "Have you noticed that Fei Mo’s temper is getting worse and worse?"

Ye Sanshao looked at his wife with suspicion, deep in thought, and asked seriously, "Fei Mo’s temper is getting worse and worse? Are you sure his temper was ever normal?"

Cheng Anya sighed, "Even when he was abnormal before, he always had a blank face, never got angry, and was always scheming against others. How come he’s becoming more and more of a tyrant? Can’t he act like a normal man pursuing his wife, using some kind of self-inflicted hardship or something?"

If he used such a self-inflicted hardship now, Wen Nuan would feel so sorry for him. He can’t even use such a clever trick; he’s so stupid. He even has the mood to argue with Wen Nuan. Cheng Anya thought with frustration, "Ye Sanshao’s dating experience wasn’t passed on to Ye Ningyuan, nor to Ye Fei Mo. Who did he pass it on to?

This question is worth exploring. Such good genes, yet neither of his sons inherited them. Isn’t this a case of passing on the bad instead of the good?"

If Ye Sanshao knew what Cheng Anya was plotting, he would definitely grab her and give her a taste of her so-called "dating experience."

Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan were locked in a stalemate. Wen Nuan couldn’t bear to lose her temper with him, and she knew her words had hurt him, but she’d already said such harsh things in City A, so what was a little more?

Thinking this way, Wen Nuan felt less pressured.

To be honest, she was increasingly at a loss with Ye Feimo.

"Why are you grabbing me? I’m tired, I want to go back to my room to rest." Wen Nuan turned her wheelchair; having this two-legged thing was really inconvenient; she couldn’t even walk if she wanted to.

Ye Feimo stopped grabbing her arms and forcefully gripped her wheelchair. No matter how hard Wen Nuan tried, she couldn’t move the wheelchair, and she couldn’t help but glare angrily at Ye Feimo.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Feimo looked at her seriously, silent, his hands gripping the wheelchair, giving her a "I’m not letting you move, what can you do about it?" look.

Wen Nuan was furious; she’d seen him as a rogue many times before.

But this time, his roguery was truly childish.

Cheng Anya nudged Ye Sanshao beside her. Ye Sanshao was watching his youngest son and Wen Nuan’s tug-of-war with great interest, his expression utterly mischievous. Cheng Anya said, "Your sons are getting more and more childish, haven’t you noticed?"

Ye Sanshao calmly retorted, "Both sons are raised by you, they have nothing to do with me."

Cheng Anya was speechless. Was that even a valid argument? So irresponsible.

While the two were arguing about who would win the tug-of-war, Wen Nuan and Ye Feimo were still childishly debating whether or not to go back to the ward.

Wen Nuan felt a sense of defeat. What was wrong with Ye Feimo again?

So frustrating.