"Miss Han will probably have to wait in line. Too many women are chasing after me; I can't even count them all. This young master treats everyone equally. If you're willing to wait in line, then just wait," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly, twirling the pen in his hand, his tone indifferent.
"Feimo, I thought you were willing to get back together with me," Han Bi said sorrowfully, her gaze fixed on Ye Feimo with a mixture of accusation, grievance, and deep affection.
She was beautiful, and every nuance of her expression was meticulously crafted.
Her beauty was breathtaking.
Yet, Ye Feimo remained unmoved, asking coldly, "What did I do to give you such a misunderstanding?"
Han Bi was speechless. Ye Feimo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. "You're talking about that kiss? Miss Han, your bed has seen many come and go, and your lips are actively catering to a man, do you care?"
"Ye Feimo!" Han Bi cried out in pain and urgency, a mixture of shame and anger. Her fists clenched tightly. How could he humiliate her like this?
Her bed had seen many come and go?
Ye Feimo, what kind of heartlessness do you possess to say such words?
Was all that remained for him towards her revenge?
"If you're unwilling, you can just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this. No matter how much I, Han Bi, love you, I won't allow you to humiliate me like this," Han Bi said tearfully, her gaze at Ye Feimo filled with grievance and shame.
Such a look was enough to soften the heart of the most resolute man, but Ye Feimo remained unmoved. Han Bi's eyes dimmed, and she turned to leave.
Ye Feimo, you hate me, you resent me, which means there's still a place for me in your heart.
It doesn't matter, I can wait slowly.
As soon as the door closed, Ye Feimo's face also darkened, his emotions surging. He was truly a genius. He clearly didn't want to say those words, clearly knew Han Bi was proud and had a strong sense of self-respect, yet he had to humiliate her like that.
He knew that it would make her cry and be sad, but he just couldn't control his mouth.
Damn it!
Ye Feimo was extremely agitated, slamming his fist hard on the desk.
At the bus stop, Wēnnuǎn sat waiting for the bus, wearily massaging her legs. A black Mercedes stopped at the bus stop, the window rolled down, revealing Fang Liucheng's handsome face.
The light of the setting sun cast a desolate shadow on his face. Wēnnuǎn was stunned, not expecting to meet him here.
"Get in the car," Fang Liucheng's voice lacked its usual coldness, replaced by a hint of gentleness, as if he were still the man Wēnnuǎn had once admired. Time seemed to have returned to the years when she was his little princess, and he her Prince Charming.
If not for the changes of the past few days, she might have really thought it was just a terrible nightmare.
"No need to trouble you. I'll just wait for the bus."
"Nuannuan, I have something to say to you," Fang Liucheng said softly. Wēnnuǎn sat still, and Fang Liucheng's brow furrowed. "A bus will take ten minutes to arrive here. You're willing to just waste time with me like this?"
"I have nothing to say to you," Wēnnuǎn turned her face away, not looking at Fang Liucheng.
Fang Liucheng opened the car door and forcefully pulled Wēnnuǎn up. She was very anxious. There was no one around. No matter how unwilling she was, he pushed her into the car.
Silence reigned all the way. Not a word was spoken.
Wēnnuǎn looked out the window angrily, deliberately treating Fang Liucheng like air.
The car stopped in front of an Italian restaurant.
Fang Liucheng led her into the restaurant. The waiter glanced at Wēnnuǎn with surprise, then quickly regained his composure. This was a rather grand restaurant, with luxurious decor, dim lighting, and elegant piano music, creating a romantic atmosphere.
The waiter led them to a table. Wēnnuǎn watched Fang Liucheng order casually, feeling annoyed. What exactly did he want to do?
"Fang Liucheng, what exactly do you mean by this?"
"Let's eat, and talk while we eat," he said softly.
Fang Liucheng raised his eyes and glanced at Wēnnuǎn. She sat there coldly, not ordering anything, clearly not wanting to move. He didn't mind and ordered two of the same thing.
He looked at her quietly, making Wēnnuǎn feel uncomfortable all over. "What exactly do you want from me?"
"Wēnnuǎn, leave Ye Feimo, okay?" Fang Liucheng said softly. "You know what kind of man he is. If you stay with him, you will be hurt someday."
"Fang Liucheng, in what capacity are you saying these things to me?" Wēnnuǎn retorted sharply. "You hate my father, hate my Wēn family. You took your revenge, you succeeded. It must have been hard for you, acting in front of me for so many years. You're finally free. You should celebrate wildly. The more miserable and unfortunate I am, the happier and more gratified you should be."
"You're wrong. Your father is your father, and you are you. What wrong have you done? Wēnnuǎn, I really never intended to hurt you."
"Never intended to hurt me?" Wēnnuǎn scoffed, then let out a long sigh. "You made me your mistress, trampled my dignity underfoot. You call that not wanting to hurt me? Then, Young Master Fang, what exactly do you consider hurting someone?"
Fang Liucheng was rendered speechless by her question. How could he tell Wēnnuǎn that he just wanted to keep her by his side? Yes, she was the daughter of his enemy. He had told himself more than once not to fall in love with her, and that he would stay far away from her after everything was over.
But what could he do?
He had still fallen in love with her, fallen in love with the daughter of his enemy.
This made him feel very ashamed. He wanted to keep her but didn't want to let down his deceased family, so he used those extreme words to hurt her. When he saw her arm in arm with Ye Yutong, he was mad with jealousy.
He couldn't bear to be without her anymore.
He had originally planned to wait for Wēnnuǎn to calm down for a while longer, and then he would have a good talk with her. After all, she had loved him for so many years, and he was confident that he could make Wēnnuǎn change her mind again.
But seeing her and Ye Feimo being intimate at the banquet last night, and seeing Ye Feimo protect her, he felt a sense of crisis.
He also had a feeling that he was about to lose Wēnnuǎn.
He couldn't live without her.
Wēnnuǎn couldn't understand Fang Liucheng's expression at this moment. Who was he showing this pain to?
She almost presumptuously thought that he loved her. So many years of protection and pampering, if it was all an act, it was too real. Perhaps, he did have some feelings for her.
But thinking of what Fang Liucheng had done, Wēnnuǎn smiled bitterly. She was really being presumptuous, wasn't she?
"Ye Feimo helped your father avoid punishment, didn't he?"
"Yes!"
Fang Liucheng gritted his teeth, his eyes dark. "You actually made such a dirty deal with him."