Chapter 477

Wolf (Xiao Bai), who is the top dog: No, I've been really busy lately. I have a bunch of events to attend; it's too busy, too busy. By the way, my movie with Little Cousin-in-law will be released soon...Chapter 477

Since the moment he saw her with Fang Liucheng, or since the time he accidentally killed their child, she hadn't smiled at him warmly and sincerely anymore. Even when she did smile, it was so forced and suffocating.

What was she smiling about

And what had she said to that girl What could have made her so happy He had lost the ability to make her happy.

He felt frustrated. When Xiaoblack casually mentioned from the window that Miss Wen was sunbathing below, this boy seemed to have guessed his thoughts and left with a sneaky smile after saying it, which infuriated him.

Why did everyone around him know his thoughts Why could they so easily see through him despite how cold and indifferent he appeared, having sworn more than once that he wouldn't care about Wen again

Everyone knew his facade.

From the window, almost greedily, he watched as Wen pushed her wheelchair herself. She was clumsy at it; without a caretaker by her side and with the uneven grass, she found it very difficult to push. He wished he could immediately go down there to help her so that she could go anywhere she wanted.

He didn't want to come down, but watching made him decide to do just that.

This was a rather foolish thing to do.

He thought that Wen probably wouldn’t be very happy to see him, and he wasn’t too willing for her to see his vulnerable side either. But he still came down—what a fool; Mo Xiaobai would definitely laugh at him if he knew about it.

"If this is such an important person to you, why didn't you go say hello" the girl asked. Wen didn't know how to respond for a moment because she also wanted to greet him and talk with him.

She wanted to ask him if Fei Mo was unwell Why had he lost so much weight But this longing seemed like that of an ancient wife yearning for her husband, unable to voice it even though she longed to.

It felt shameful to tell others about such feelings.

Sadly, she couldn't understand why she had these thoughts.

Ming Xiaobai’s words swirled around in her mind. Wen couldn’t overcome her internal demons and didn’t feel right saying hello after they were both so hurt. After a divorce, being friends is just fairy tale talk.

The girl smiled brightly when she saw that Wen wasn't responding, "I'm also very important to Dad and Mom. Every day they tell me how much they love me, how much they cherish me. They hope we'll still be one family in the next life because they're afraid I might leave suddenly without having a chance to say how much they loved me."

The girl smiled even more brightly, "Even though my days are numbered, I'm very happy and contented because I know that those who love me cherish me so deeply."

A needle stabbed at Wen's heart. These seemingly ordinary words had a poignant flavor.

They also touched the most sensitive strings in her heart.

If someone dies suddenly without being told how much they are loved, it would definitely be a regret.

But everyone's situation is different. Fei Mo will surely stay healthy; she believes this so deeply.

Therefore, she dares not approach Ye Feimo, fearing that she might never leave him again and afraid her ill-omened curse might come true. She understands these facts deep down too, yet others only reason with her but don't truly consider her perspective.

In this world, there's no such thing as really understanding another’s pain; nobody will unconditionally think about someone else. Her problems and fears are something she alone knows.

Seeing Nuanwen still keeping her head down without wanting to look up, the corners of Ye Feimo’s lips curled into a cold smile. Does Nuawen still not want to see him So she puts on this face He wonders what is going through her mind right now

Suddenly he feels angry at himself again; why does he run down just because he sees her downstairs, only for her to not want to meet him. How ridiculous! There's no reason to see her so he deludes himself into thinking it was a coincidence, yet even this is so disappointing.

Ye Feimo suddenly stood up and was about to leave when he saw the Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya coming together. Black Ink was talking to Cheng Anya beside her; she had an amused smile on her face.

"Fei Mo, why did you come down The doctor said you can't walk around," Cheng Anya came over with a worried look on her face.

Ye Feimo was about to answer when Black Ink suddenly spoke up. "Ah, Nuawen, what a coincidence, you're here too."

He didn’t call Nuanwen ‘Little Auntie’ in front of Ye Feimo and Cheng Anya, which made Nuanwen feel awkward. It was obvious that he did it on purpose. She couldn’t answer him or not; she sat there stiffly with a forced smile while greeting Cheng Anya and the Third Young Master.

You really are trouble!

Cheng Anya’s eyebrows lifted in sudden realization: no wonder Ye Feimo suddenly came downstairs— it was a coincidence. Ye Feimo said nothing, his face showing clear dissatisfaction.

Cheng Anya smiled and greeted Nuanwen. "Are you feeling better"

Nuanwen couldn’t refuse Cheng Anya’s kindness so she replied mildly, "Much better."

"It's good as long as your condition has improved; come over and sit here," Cheng Anya said.

Ye Feimo looked at Cheng Anya; he disapproved of her actions. Was this too obvious The Third Young Master gave a cold snort, with an air of derision about it. Nuanwen felt even more embarrassed. As she was hesitating, the girl grabbed onto her sleeve excitedly— Nuanwen had a bad feeling that this was fan behavior.

"Auntie Nuawen, that's Ye Yan; it’s Ye Yan! I really like him, can I talk to him Please go and ask for me. I wish so much to speak with my idol before I die."

Nuanwen looked at the girl sympathetically; she recalled her own obsession back then when she had been crazy in love with Ye Yan— even thinking that if he hugged her, Fang Liucheng wouldn’t matter.

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The girl didn't have many days left to live. If she could speak to Black Ink, would it give her hope of living

warm nodded slightly and said softly to her, "I will go ask for you."

When Ye Feimo saw Warm pushing the wheelchair over on the lawn, she struggled quite a bit. He took one step but stopped; he really wanted to help her out so that she wouldn’t struggle so much, yet in the end, he didn’t do anything.

Cheng Anya smiled and wheeled Warm over. Warm’s gaze did not fall on Ye Feimo; instead, she said to Baitong "小白", "Little girl, you have leukemia. You look up to him as a role model. Would you mind speaking to her for a while Give her some encouragement."

Baitong looked at the young girl who was enthusiastically waving and greeting him; Cheng Anya said, "It’s truly pitiful that she got such an illness so early in life."

Baitong patted Warm on the shoulder and walked over to the young girl. The latter had a look of admiration and yearning in her eyes. She was too excited to utter any words. Baitong laughed sensually, "Am I really that charming"

The young girl nodded rapidly; Warm couldn’t help laughing and crying at the same time. Turning her head slightly, she saw Ye Feimo staring sharply at her. Seeing this, Cheng Anya pulled Ye Sanshao over and said to him, "Let’s go for a walk."

Ye Sanshao was dragged away by Cheng Anya. Only Warm and Ye Feimo were left. One of them remained silent while the other feigned indifference. Ye Feimo sat down; Warm also sat down as no one spoke.

The time seemed to stop. A wave of sorrow rose in her heart. The girl’s body was so weak; she probably wouldn’t last for long. If she really passed away, how sad would her family be

Feimo…

Her body was also very fragile. If she didn’t survive the surgery, what could she do then

The thought sent a chill down Warm’s spine; she couldn’t bear to imagine it any more. There always seemed to be an unceasing wound in her heart. She really wanted to turn around and take one last look at him, but she forcibly stopped herself from doing so. Instead, she focused on Baitong conversing with the girl.

She admitted that she was a coward; she had always been one.

If she once made up her mind to do something, there would be no halfway measures. She and Feimo probably only had shallow karma in this lifetime.

Ye Feimo coughed several times. It wasn’t that he was trying to remind Warm or break the awkwardness between them; rather, he truly didn’t feel well. With a hard heart, Warm wanted to leave but Ye Feimo said, "Is it really so unbearable seeing me"

Even staying here for just a short while made her unwilling.

No one knew that being with her was his happiest time.

But this kind of happiness was always so fleeting.

Warm paused in her steps and turned to say, "No!"

"You are lying," Ye Feimo said angrily. His eyes gradually darkened as the originally soft emotions instantly froze over like ice; that chill came from Warm’s heart and his own heart too.

A warm, teasing smile spread across her face. His tone sounded like he was pouting to her, and because of this, she found him particularly endearing. Men are especially lovable when they are sulking.

Might it be that the significance he holds to her is different

"If you insist on seeing it that way, then there's nothing I can do about it. Let’s just go with your view, perhaps that will make you feel better," Warm said indifferently, her tone devoid of any emotion as if they were strangers.

As she was about to leave, Ye Feimo suddenly got up from the bench and grabbed her arm forcefully, his gaze darkening as he looked at her. "Where are you going"

Warm smiled back at him calmly and said, “Does it matter where I go”

Feimo was furious, while Cheng Anya and the Third Young Master of the Ye family rolled their eyes from afar, secretly observing them. Why do these two always end up arguing Whether before or after their divorce, they can't escape this pattern.

Hospitals are supposed to be places for tender sentiments, but why does it seem ineffective when it comes to her son It's astonishing, Cheng Anya thought gloomily. "Have you noticed that Feimo’s temper is getting worse"

The Third Young Master of the Ye family looked at his wife in puzzlement and pondered deeply before asking solemnly, “Feimo’s temper is getting worse Are you sure he ever had a normal temper”

Cheng Anya sighed and said, "No matter how abnormal it was before, he always kept that indifferent face. Never showing any anger, just scheming silently against others. How did he turn into such a tyrant now Can’t he act like other men courting their wives with some pitiful tactics"

If Feimo were to use such tactics right now, Warm would feel so much pity for him. He’s not even using this opportunity. It's truly frustrating; having the energy to argue with Warm instead of doing something useful. Cheng Anya thought gloomily that Ye Ningyuan and Ye Feimo didn't inherit their father's romance experience at all, but who did he pass it onto

This is a worthy topic for discussion—such good genes not being passed down to either son. Isn’t this the case of passing on bad traits instead of the good ones

The Third Young Master of the Ye family would immediately drag Cheng Anya into action if he knew what she was thinking.

Warm and Feimo remained at a standstill, Warm not wanting to be angry with him but knowing that her words had hurt him. But after all those harsh things said in A City, wouldn’t this just be one more

Thinking about it like this, she felt less pressure.

To be honest, she was increasingly at a loss on how to deal with Ye Feimo.

"Why are you holding onto me I'm tired and need to go back to my room," Warm said as she turned her wheelchair. With such an obstacle in the way, it really made things inconvenient for her; she couldn’t even walk away if she wanted to.

Feimo let go of her arm but held onto her wheelchair tightly, knowing that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn’t be able to move it. She glared angrily at Feimo.

"What are you doing"

Feimo looked seriously at her and didn't say a word; he simply held onto the wheelchair with both hands, staring at Warm in a challenging manner—like if I don’t let you go, what can you do about it

Warm’s temper flared up again. She had seen him act like this many times before.ench lingering in the air.The smell permeated his breathing and vision, surrounding him from all directions until he felt suffocated. Mo Baijie refused to accept that this was the end. He couldn't bel...