Be my woman
769 Words
Anning International Building, 45th Floor.
This is a mixed-use apartment with an elegant decor style. Soft carpets, beige sofas, beautiful crystal chandeliers, and vintage furniture all exude sophistication, yet the warmth of the atmosphere seems at odds with Ye Feimo's overall demeanor.
Wen Nuan looked around and found nothing about Ye Feimo that suggested warmth.
Cold, silent, and unyielding—this was her impression of Ye Feimo.
He tossed her a bathrobe, saying coldly, “Clean yourself up; I have something to discuss with you.”
“Mr. Ye, I…”
“Clean yourself up!” Ye Feimo interrupted her, his tone firm and chilling.
Wen Nuan suppressed her temper and, once the bathroom door was closed, swung her fist in frustration, cursing to herself: Damn p*****t, that icy man. The first night was hers; she was the one who lost out. He took advantage of her vulnerability—why was he the one acting so self-righteous?
Fury surged within her as she suddenly realized why she had followed him back. Had her brain malfunctioned?
With Ye Feimo's flirtatious nature, being alone with him…
Damn it, Wen Nuan, you are really slow on the uptake.
She was usually an optimistic person, and upon reflection, she thought, “Well, since it’s already happened once, my innocence is gone anyway, so why should I be pretentious?” That man probably wouldn’t even look at her twice.
She changed out of her soaking wet clothes, including her underwear, which were also drenched. After a quick wash, she tossed everything into the dryer. The bathrobe was big and loose on her; she wrapped it tightly around herself and, after checking that everything seemed fine, opened the bathroom door.
However, she was embarrassed to find herself completely exposed inside.
Ye Feimo had loosened his tie and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest. With his sleeves rolled up, he exuded a wild, untamed aura that also carried a hint of danger.
It was so unfair! He had the most glamorous looks, a prestigious background, and a perfect combination of charm and physique. How could the world handle such a man?
“Mr. Ye, I wanted to ask you…”
“Be my woman!” Wen Nuan's words were abruptly cut off by Ye Feimo, whose tone was authoritative and forceful, his gaze piercing.
This single line left Wen Nuan completely stunned.
What did he just say? “Be my woman?” Was this a hallucination? She kept telling herself it had to be, but looking at him, his gaze was still intense. She was flustered—why would someone she had met only once make such a bold request?
She wasn’t a stunning beauty, nor was she self-absorbed enough to think a man like Ye Feimo would fall for her at first sight. Something must be wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“I only accept your agreement; any other answer will be disregarded,” Ye Feimo looked at her, his tone becoming even more domineering. “You must fall in love with me.”
Wen Nuan's anger flared, and her eyes sparked with fire. She detested being ordered around in a condescending tone; Ye Feimo had completely crossed the line. How dare he be so overbearing?
“Are you Jincheng Wu? Are you Andy Lau? Are you a heartthrob? Are you money? Why should I fall in love with you and become your woman?” Wen Nuan laughed out of anger, her smile sweet but her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Silence!
Wen Nuan realized she was too worked up, so she lowered her head to reflect seriously. She should be more gentle; this man looked like the type who could take her out with a flick of his finger—very violent and very incompatible. What if she provoked him? The consequences could be dire.
A sense of urgency washed over her, as she felt it was inappropriate to linger here.
Ye Feimo remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on her, giving her the unsettling impression of being mentally stripped. She internally screamed—this man was terrifying!
Just as she was about to sneak away, Ye Feimo spoke.
“Don’t you think I’m more handsome than Jincheng Wu and have more charisma than Andy Lau? Your taste needs some refinement.”
Wen Nuan's cheeks twitched; damn it, how could someone be so self-absorbed?
She was at a loss for words.
He continued, “As for money, how much do you need? I’ll give you whatever you want. Is there any other problem?”
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