Ye Feimo
807 Words
Anning International Building, first floor lounge.
Wen Nuan sat anxiously, having spent the entire afternoon there. Her face was pale from nerves, and she felt a mix of anger that made her want to scream. How could Ye Feimo expose her like this to the whole city? What did he want?
He hadn’t gotten her consent, which was a clear violation of her rights—this was too much.
That line, "Do you still remember 5203? Come find me actively!" was clearly Ye Feimo's way of telling her to approach him. She didn’t dare to think about the consequences if she didn’t.
This was outrageous.
He had created a city-wide sensation to find her.
Just thinking about the uproar caused by the advertisement made her feel ashamed and furious. Even passersby could see the implied meaning in the filming; it was double entender, and how could she not understand?
Outside, it began to rain heavily, mirroring her mood.
As the workday ended, most of the people in the building had left. Wen Nuan thought maybe he had a private elevator and had already left from the parking lot. She didn’t want to go up to find him, but the receptionist downstairs had said she needed an appointment to see the president, and her disdainful look discouraged Wen Nuan from trying to push her luck.
Night fell, and the rain poured down. She worried about her mother and Xiao Jing, and without thinking, she dashed into the rain. Running too fast, she didn't notice a car speeding towards her and froze in shock.
The man driving saw the illuminated face of the woman as the headlights washed over her, and a flicker of surprise crossed his usually cold eyes.
The veins on his hand gripping the steering wheel bulged, and a smirk played on the perfect curve of his lips. Wen Nuan was too startled to feel pain, but she was slightly angry; it was clearly a green light—did he not know how to look at traffic signals while driving?
Wen Nuan was a clever girl. Seeing it was a brand new Lamborghini, she didn't dare argue about traffic rules with the driver. In this day and age, only those with money made the rules.
She turned to leave, worried that lingering too long might lead to being extorted.
The low-profile yet imposing Lamborghini stopped beside her, and the man rolled down the window. His cold voice pierced through the rain, sending a chill down her spine.
“Get in!”
Wen Nuan turned to look at him, feeling that his profile seemed familiar in the light, “I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t know you.”
Soaking in the rain, she appeared a bit disheveled.
The man turned his face, and Wen Nuan's face was paler than a ghost. He coldly uttered three words in response to her alarmed gaze, “Ye Feimo!”
……
Even after getting in the car, Wen Nuan still didn’t know how to express the shock inside her.
He was Ye Feimo?
In the lounge on the ground floor, there was a financial magazine. She casually flipped it open and saw a photo of Ye Feimo. No wonder his profile seemed familiar; he was even more stunning in person. His features were exquisite, with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and perfectly curved lips, all combining to create an incredibly charming face. His facial contours were soft but inexplicably exuded an overwhelming presence and authority.
The blend of elegance, dominance, and indifference in his aura was striking, a combination of power and grace, languor and coldness.
Ye Feimo, president of Anning International, A City’s most eligible bachelor.
It was said that he was ruthless and had an iron-fisted style.
Rumor had it that he was suave and charming, with women flocking to him like clothes; many starlets under Anning International had been linked to him in gossip.
It was said that his romantic interests were all within the entertainment industry, and he treated them callously after they were used.
Additionally, there were whispers that international superstar Ye Yan had an ambiguous relationship with him, meaning he had no preference between men and women.
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It was only after learning about that advertisement that Wen Nuan started processing all the gossip about Ye Feimo. Most of it came from classmates and entertainment news.
Did he recognize her?
The entire ride was silent. Wen Nuan, soaked and looking ragged, felt intimidated by the strong aura emanating from Ye Feimo. The memory of that night was too blurry for her to recall clearly, yet the embarrassing actions and sensations felt as vivid as if they were playing out again, causing her cheeks to flush.
Ye Feimo remained impassive, his deep-set eyes revealing no emotion, as he drove Wen Nuan to an apartment in Mingcheng.
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