Chapter 203

meared on their fingers"Also, you should clarify that Fang Liucheng was raised in your family. You were childhood sweethearts, and this deed poll is something he returned to your family. I just called...Chapter 203

Lin Ning, "… Ye Er is so pitiful."

Nuan Wen pursed her lips. There was the A City Film Critic Award in February and March, followed by the Golden Chapter Award and University Student Film Festival in April. The A City International Film Festival would take place in June, which seemed too early for now. She didn’t care whether she could win this award or not; after all, her qualifications were still shallow, so even getting a consolation prize was quite good.

She wasn't concerned about it.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps upstairs and frowned. After hearing someone walking down the stairs, the door opened shortly afterwards, and Ye Er walked in. Their gazes met; his eyes were pitch black and deep like an abyss, neither of them backing down from direct eye contact.

The atmosphere between them was solemn on the first day of the New Year, just as gloomy as the weather at the beginning of January.

Nuan Wen turned off her computer and went to bed.

Ye Fei Mo walked out from his room. Nuan Wen pouted; dating a brooding man was really not worth it.

In no time, sounds like shattering glass echoed in the living room. Nuan Wen got up abruptly and rushed over to find that it wasn’t the living room but the kitchen where Ye Fei Mo had broken a plate. The pot on the stove was still boiling something; he bent down to pick up the pieces of shattered porcelain. Nuan Wen angrily shouted, "What are you doing"

Ye Fei Mo paused in his actions and instinctively tightened his grip when she yelled at him, pricking his palm with a sharp shard of porcelain, causing blood to flow instantly. Nuan Wen’s pupils contracted in alarm as she hurried over to assist him, pulling Ye Fei Mo towards her and asked again, "What were you doing in the middle of the night"

Seeing his hand was cut by the shards of broken porcelain, Nuan Wen felt both angry and distressed. She carefully picked out the fragments from his palm and threw them into the trash can before turning off the stove and pushing Ye Fei Mo towards the first aid kit.

Nuan Wen’s expressionless face didn’t stop her from acting tenderly as if she feared hurting him.

Ye Fei Mo also remained impassive as he watched her, Nuan Wen in her pajamas had long hair that fell to her chest and was washing his wound with her head bowed. He couldn't see her expression clearly but her previous angry look made him frown.

The two of them didn’t speak; Nuan Wen cleaned the wound, disinfected it, applied medicine, and bandaged it up before glaring at Ye Fei Mo harshly with narrowed eyes, scolding him silently for being clumsy and unable to even handle a plate properly.

He must have done it on purpose, using the flesh wound tactic. It has to be a flesh wound tactic; she doesn't need to pay attention to him.

She noticed that Ye Feimo had been holding his stomach all along. When her warm gaze pricked at him slightly in pain, he hastily dropped the medicine box and got up to glare at her before heading to the kitchen. Ye Feimo was downstairs.

Idiot, if he's hungry, why doesn't he say so What is he fiddling with anyway She had never seen Ye Feimo in the kitchen before, but now there was a racket.

Sweeping up the fragments on the ground, Warmheartedly resignedly cooked noodles for him.

"I want to eat spaghetti," Ye Feimo ordered as if it were natural and expected. With a brutal swing of the kitchen knife, Warmheartedly vented her anger.

At this hour in the middle of the night, he wants spaghetti He should be grateful for whatever bones she could give him.

Ye Feimo was startled; this woman's actions at midnight were rather gruesome. From a killer's perspective, that chopping motion was quite standard.

She really had a maid's fate. Why did she have to cook for him Just let him starve!

But she also knew that Ye Feimo couldn't go hungry; the guy was very stubborn. If he wanted to use a flesh wound tactic, no one could stop him.

Slicing some greens and meat strips, Warmheartedly made him green vegetable and shredded pork noodles. Spaghetti at this hour in the middle of the night would take too long. She should just give him plain noodles with nothing but salt added below; see if he still had any complaints.

After thinking about it again, she decided to add an egg for more nutrition.

Once done, Warmheartedly brought them out.

When Ye Feimo saw them, he looked up at Warmheartedly expressionlessly. "I said spaghetti..."

"If you don't want to eat, I'll use it to clean the toilet." Wenran got angry and felt warm. Ye Feimo decisively said: "Eat!"

You’re smart.

He stabbed his left hand, but his right one was still usable, so there wasn’t much of an issue. Sitting opposite him, Wenran had been hungry herself and wanted to cook noodles, but she pitifully drank a glass of milk and a glass of cucumber juice instead. He, however, ate a large bowl of steaming hot noodles that looked very appetizing.

Out of sight, out of mind. As soon as Wenran stood up to leave, Ye Feimo looked at her and said, "You’ll wash the dishes later."

The implication was clear: Don’t go now.

Wenran was furious. She had cooked noodles for him, waited on him hand and foot until he was full, and now she had to wash the dishes too This life couldn’t go on like this, especially not in the middle of the night…

It was one o’clock in the morning, and normally everyone would be fast asleep. Who wanted to stay up waiting for him to finish eating and washing

"Can't you wash them yourself"

"Aren’t all household chores your responsibility according to our agreement" Ye Ershao said expressionlessly as he brought out the contract, causing Wenran’s anger to boil over. She kicked the sofa a few times and sat back down. If she hadn’t seen him suffering miserably in the middle of the night with his hand bleeding, covered by a bowl of noodles that had broken the dish… she wouldn’t have pitied him and gotten herself involved.

How outrageous.

Ye Feimo ate very slowly but also very deliciously. It wasn’t clear if he was hungry or just particularly enjoyed his food, but watching him made Wenran’s mouth water.

"Eating so late at night will make you fat," Wenran pursed her lips and said, "And not eating on time when your stomach isn't good is just asking for trouble. Some people deserve what they get. You eat a lot throughout the day, but you’re still slim."

Ye Feimo continued to enjoy his noodles without paying any attention to Wenran’s complaints.

warm glanced at his hand; it wasn’t badly shaved, but with the bandage wrapped around it, attending a wedding as best man didn’t seem appropriate. She couldn’t possibly wear gloves.

It just felt unlucky.

He seemed indifferent to this and pushed his bowl away after finishing his noodles. Warm took charge of cleaning up; she was such an excellent maid that it would be a surprise if she didn’t even bathe him.

After washing the dishes, Ye Fei Mo wasn’t in the living room anymore. Warm pouted as he left without saying goodbye. That was too much. She switched off the light and went to her bedroom, thinking that he probably headed upstairs for a shower. However, she found him already lying down on the bed wearing pajamas, yawning lazily—typical of someone who just eats and sleeps.

"Go sleep upstairs," Warm said coldly. They were in a cold war, so sleeping together didn’t seem right. There wasn’t any atmosphere for a cold war; Miss Warm seemed to have forgotten that she had just cooked noodles and washed dishes for him—no signs of a cold war.

Ye Fei Mo ignored her without even giving her a look, leaving Warm feeling depressed as she went to bed.

Every time they argued, he used this tactic: not speaking at all. After cooling off for a few days, he would use emotional appeals to make her give in. Ye Fei Mo must think that she’s so gullible and easy to please; just shedding a couple of tears or acting pitiful could make everything seem as if it never happened. He was really being unrealistic.

She was angry, but at the same time conflicted—she didn’t want to break up with him yet, but she also didn’t want to reconcile either; she refused to forgive him. What exactly did she want If she didn't want to continue talking to him, then they should just break up.

But breaking up truly pained her.

In short, women were indecisive.

In truth, Warm knew that what Han Bi said wasn’t entirely true; some parts were deliberately meant to provoke her. But there must be some truth in it as well—such as the watch and his staying overnight at her place, not cutting ties completely, and the butterfly brooch. She was unhappy with these things, but Ye Fei Mo offered no explanation.

She felt truly pitiful.

Warm turned away from him; it was cold outside, but warm in bed. Yet her heart felt icy, as if a chill wind were blowing through it. Warm thought sadly that perhaps she really wasn’t important to Ye Fei Mo and that’s why he didn’t bother explaining anything.

If he even lied to her, she would believe him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t said anything at all. to harm your cousin’s heart is quite firm, right The medicine we asked for was to save people, not to hurt anyone. Your thinking is too contrary."Moxiao Baiwei deflated, "There really isn’t any"The t...