Chapter 146

large bowl of noodles, leaving no soup behind.Warming had been slapped, and although she put an ice pack on her cheek, it still hurt. The noodles were also too hot, so she ate very slowly. Ye Feimo to...Chapter 146

After sitting for a while, the two of them seemed to be in a silent contest, neither saying anything.

A girl wearing sports clothes walked down the corridor and looked back at them oddly. Fortunately, it was Sunday today, so not everyone participated in the school's physical education activities, and many people were sleeping during lunchtime; otherwise, with the constant flow of people through the corridor, they would definitely cause a commotion.

Ren Warmth gave herself a self-deprecating smile. She really was regressing every day—she actually ended up arguing with him here. Forget it, she'd go find Man Dong instead; if this went on any longer, she'd admit that when it came to endurance, she couldn't match Ye Feimo's indifference and apathy.

She was already distressed by his actions and didn't want her mind to be further troubled. The only solution seemed to be out of sight, out of mind.

Ren Warmth put on a baseball cap and took two steps before being pulled back; she was furious and stood there without uttering a single word, not letting him go either—what did he think he was doing

"Let go," Ren Warmth said coldly. Ye Feimo really had an odd temper—he was selfish, aloof, and stubborn. She reminded herself countless times to understand his feelings.

When he insulted her, it was only because of his prejudice against her profession; she shouldn't have argued with him over this.

However, people had dignity and pride.

She couldn’t stand his repeated insults, especially as it wasn’t the first time.

The first time he insulted her, she still had the energy to retort but didn't feel particularly angry. But this time, she was truly furious.

No matter how others unrelated to you might insult you, you could simply give them an indifferent smile and not care at all; however, Ye Feimo wasn’t someone she could be indifferent about. It was precisely because she cared that his actions felt like a humiliation of her character, something she couldn't forgive.

Up until now, he hadn't even given her an apology.

In F City, he had nearly raped her.

If not for her crying and him momentarily losing control but softening his heart, he might have truly raped her. This was also unforgivable.

In truth, she thought so much and blamed him because deep down, she knew better than anyone that Ye Nimore didn't like her, which is why she could be so casual about it. If he did like her, things wouldn't have been this way.

Warm tried to struggle free from his grip but found herself unable to break free from Ye Nimore's restraint. She grew angry and sneered at him coldly. "Ye Nimore, what are you trying to do Have you lost your voice Where did your sharp tongue go Speak up! Call me a slut born that way who loves fame and fortune, or say I'm arrogant—why aren't you saying anything now Do you still want to rape me in broad daylight Your Ye family can cover for you in A City. You can do whatever you please, have someone take the blame for murder, and get away with it. So speak up."

Her pointed words made Ye Nimore's expression darken even more. He knew that Warm was blaming him.

"Go back to cook." Actually, Ye Nimore wanted to apologize but somehow, what came out of his mouth was this sentence. His heart felt wretched; why couldn't he say "I'm sorry"

Warm looked at him expressionlessly and laughed coldly. "41, here's the number for housekeeping services, thank you."

The corner of Ye Nimore’s mouth twitched as if afraid that Warm would break free, he forcefully held her hand and squeezed so hard it hurt her bones; she gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Ye Nimore said again: "Go back to cook."

"41, please call this number, you'll be satisfied. The service they provide will make Second Young Master you very happy," Warm spoke indifferently.

"How do I get you to go back"

"What am I going back for Am I hindering you" asked Warm sharply. Ye Nimore’s expression changed slightly, and she took the opportunity to break free from his grip.

"If you bring up our contract, I'll keep my promise. Whenver you want me, I’ll wash myself clean and wait with my legs spread for you; if it's anything else, forget it, I don’t want to hear it," Warm said coldly.

Ye Nimore frowned. He knew that Warm was actually like a little hedgehog, not the innocent rabbit she pretended to be. She usually hid her spikes and acted as an innocent rabbit.

When she really lashed out at someone, it hurt quite badly.

Looking at her, Ye Nimore felt time turn back; he saw how youthful and spirited she was when they first met. Warm turned around to leave, and Ye Nimore watched her retreating figure with a deep gaze.

warmhearted Xiang thought to step out of the Rose Corridor and took a deep breath.

She couldn't help pulling at a branch, "Stupid pig head, stinky pig head. Can't even apologize. Pig, pig, pig."

Turning back, she glared fiercely at the person in the Rose Corridor before running towards Teacher’s Apartment and ignoring him.

In the evening, Tang Mandong drove her home. They had originally planned to sing together but since warmhearted Xiang needed to work tomorrow, she wanted to sleep early tonight. But just as they arrived at her house, warmhearted Xiang received a call from Chen Xieru.

The voice on the other end was muffled and sounded pitiful with an overwhelming sense of despair. Warmhearted Xiang was startled and quickly asked what had happened and where she was. Chen Xieru was at the bar. From her tone, warmhearted Xiang could tell that she was very upset. She pursed her lips and said, "Mandong, let’s go to Melin Bar. It looks like something has happened to Chen Xieru."

"Why would she call you if something happened," Tang Mandong asked, but still turned the car around obediently and headed for the bar.

Warmhearted Xiang smiled slightly, "Ms. Xieru seems to have no friends at all."

"That can't be right. She has been in the entertainment industry for a few years now; how could she not have any friends"

"It’s true," warmhearted Xiang replied. "The last time I charged her phone, there were only two numbers saved on her personal cell phone: one was her agent and the other unknown."

She had accidentally opened it and seen them; she hadn’t intentionally snooped.

"So pitiful." Tang Mandong sighed. The two of them didn't take long to arrive at the bar, which wasn't a chaotic place but rather an elegant one with tasteful decor and dim lighting. Soft piano music was playing in the background.

There were no lively songs or dances; only soothing tunes flowed like a river, making it very comfortable.

Chen Xieru had been drinking on the sofa alone, finishing an entire bottle of Bordeaux and more than half another. Yet, she wasn't drunk—only leaning against the couch with a mournful expression.

Tang Mandong and warmhearted Xiang walked over because they had worked in the same production team before, even though Tang Mandong was not very familiar with Chen Xieru, she still felt some affection for her and didn't immediately leave.

"Xueru sister, why have you drunk so much" Warming took her wine glass away and put it aside. Tang Mandong hurriedly moved the alcohol further away.

Chen Xueru squinted her eyes as tears welled up, suddenly hugging Warming tightly, "Warming."

Her crying made Warming's shoulder wet with tears.

"Xueru sister, stop crying. It’s okay now, it’s all right," Warming hugged her back; seeing how heartbroken she was, Warming felt sad too.

Tang Mandong didn’t like emotional women, but without knowing what happened, she couldn’t make any judgment either.

After crying for a while, Chen Xueru said, "I really don’t know how to deal with it. My heart is so bitter and sad; I have no friends to talk to about this. I can only find you, Warming."

"Xueru sister, everything will be fine, don’t cry anymore, tell me what happened," Warming took a tissue to wipe Chen Xueru’s tears.

Chen Xueru said, "It's about my son."

"Son" Both Chen Xueru and Tang Mandong were shocked. They found this news unbelievable; Chen Xueru was only 25 years old, still unmarried, and a few years ago she had been an innocent girl-next-door image. Although her career had slowed down these years, she still appeared frequently in public. How could she suddenly have a son

Chen Xueru gritted her teeth and nodded, taking out a photo, "This is my son."

Warming took the photo and saw an adorable little boy of about three years old, with clear eyes and features that suggested intelligence. He looked very lively, but

this face seemed familiar somehow.

"Xueru sister, did something happen to your son" Warming thought of this possibility; Chen Xueru shook her head, holding back tears in her eyes as she glanced at both Tang Mandong and Warming.

She wiped away the tears again and asked, "Do you know about my affair scandal a few years ago"ged; rather, there was an air of refinement about her. Yet her physique seemed like that of a crouching leopard brimming with power—quite striking indeed. Wu Shuang knew his body intimately, so she fe...