Who is playing hard to get
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The bathroom had no hot water, so Wen Jing boiled a kettle of hot water. Wen Nuan mixed it with cold water and took a quick shower. Their home was a one-bedroom apartment, with their mother occupying the bedroom, leaving Wen Nuan and Wen Jing to squeeze onto a small sofa in the living room.
The sound insulation was poor, and Wen Nuan could hear her mother coughing and groaning in pain quite clearly at night, which made her heart ache.
While doing laundry, her fingers brushed against the golden embossed business card in her pocket.
She instinctively thought about throwing it downstairs but hesitated and instead placed it back into the pocket of her pajamas. Wen Jing couldn’t sleep, curling up on the sofa and watching Wen Nuan wash and hang the clothes.
It was already past midnight, yet the child seemed particularly energetic.
Wen Nuan urged her to sleep, but Wen Jing stubbornly shook her head. Both sisters had been treated like princesses since childhood, and the sudden drop in their circumstances was difficult to accept.
Wen Jing said, “If only I could meet someone more powerful and richer than Fang Liucheng. I’d be willing to exchange my life for it, just to restore the Wen family's honor.”
Wen Nuan froze, the card in her pocket felt like it was burning her skin.
Ye Feimo.
The handsome yet cold face of that man flashed through her mind, causing a whirlwind of emotions within her.
Wen Jing gradually curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, and Wen Nuan gently caressed her younger sister’s face, feeling a pang of love and protectiveness. Turning off the light, Wen Nuan sat at the end of the sofa, looking out at the dim stars. Her life felt as dim as the starlight at that moment.
Fang Liucheng seemed intent on humiliating her further, even suggesting she become his mistress, which was something she absolutely refused. After signing a contract with an agency and formally entering the entertainment industry, she had no background and no qualifications—she was a complete newcomer. If she didn’t rely on unspoken rules, she wouldn’t be able to succeed or earn money to provide for her mother and Wen Jing.
If she had to resort to such rules, then…
Then it might as well be with Ye Feimo.
That man was unpredictable, had a strange temperament, and was somewhat bizarre, but at least he wasn’t the type of “gold master” with yellow teeth, a balding head, and a beer belly that looked like a pregnant woman.
He was more handsome and perfect than any star, with a unique aura that mixed coldness and elegance, nobility and dominance, making him all the more intoxicating. Being with such a man wouldn’t be repulsive, at least.
Most importantly…
There would be no emotional entanglements. She could tell Ye Feimo had someone else he loved, and it was impossible for her to forget Fang Liucheng all at once.
They wouldn’t have any emotional ties; that seemed pretty perfect.
He had said he would buy smiles as well. Perhaps, there wouldn’t even be any need for physical contact—what was wrong with that?
If she was determined to enter the entertainment industry and would ultimately be subjected to unspoken rules, why not choose Ye Feimo while she still had the chance?
The main segment of An Ning International was An Ning Entertainment, which had intricate connections both domestically and internationally, operating in both legal and illegal realms, with a favorable development environment, ample funding, and extensive networks.
An Ning International had launched countless top-tier stars in the country, some even gaining fame abroad. In other words, anyone An Ning Group wanted to promote would surely succeed.
Moreover, An Ning International owned its media group and television station, making it a star-making factory.
Ye Feimo was the king of this entertainment empire.
Wen Nuan felt a vague thought forming in her mind: if she could foresee her future, why not choose a smoother path while she still had the option?
Otherwise, her father, mother, and sister would be trapped in this cycle of misfortune. Fang Liucheng wouldn’t let them go.
Did she really want to wait until Fang Liucheng forced her into a corner and made her beg?
The thought of that man’s cold methods terrified her.
Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, enduring the heart-wrenching pain, forcing her tears back.
Don’t cry, Wen Nuan. Don’t cry.
She clenched the golden business card tightly in her hand. It would have to be this way.
It would have to be this way.
For the sake of her family, she was willing to compromise.
In the presidential office of An Ning International Group,
Ye Feimo looked coldly at Wen Nuan, who had come to seek him out. She wore a white shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes, her long hair flowing gracefully.
She was not breathtakingly beautiful, but there was a Wen Nuan and freshness reminiscent of the girl next door. Now, she stood quietly in front of him and said, “Mr. Ye, does what you said yesterday still stand?”
She stood there anxiously, her palms sweating.
A long silence ensued.
He didn’t speak, and Wen Nuan felt awkward. In this situation, it was as if she had actively sought him out, only to be rejected. She understood deeply Ye Feimo’s words: “When you come to find me, I won’t be so easy to talk to.”
In contrast, he had indeed been easy to deal with the night before.
When he was silent, a terrifying pressure filled the air within a ten-meter radius of him.
“Miss Wen Nuan, are you playing hard to get?” Just when Wen Nuan felt utterly humiliated, Ye Feimo finally spoke, causing the courage she had mustered to turn into anger.
Yet as soon as she met his cold, deep gaze, her anger seemed to freeze instantly. The fire in her eyes gradually extinguished under his penetrating look.
Losing its luster, it felt as though she had to compromise for some reason.
He smirked, noting how the world operated. There would always be desires, and if shortcuts were available, no one would choose the long way.
“Let’s say it’s playing hard to get,” Wen Nuan replied calmly, a sweet smile lingering on her face. Ye Feimo immediately thought of his mother, who always smiled like that, regardless of what others said or did; she never changed her expression.
But Wen Nuan was Wen Nuan.
“A very childish game,” Ye Feimo scoffed without courtesy.
Wen Nuan felt a pang in her heart. Ye Feimo played with the pen in his hand coldly, and Wen Nuan felt even more embarrassed but couldn’t leave. She had finally gathered the courage to step into An Ning International; she couldn’t back out now.
“Miss Wen Nuan, state your terms.”
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