Rebellious WenNuan
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“Didn’t you see the entertainment news? They say that Ye Feimo's interest in a woman won’t last more than a week. You’re very confident; do you think you’ll be the exception?” He asked mockingly, his brows arched in derision.
Wen Nuan felt a wave of embarrassment but smiled slightly. “Stud horse!”
“You’re the one being ridden.” Ye Feimo looked at her expressionlessly, causing Wen Nuan to feel as if she had been struck by lightning. Her inner fury ignited, and she wanted to hit him. She realized how formidable Ye Feimo was.
No matter what you called him, he could effortlessly shoot back with a retort that hit home, infuriating yet captivating.
“Ye Feimo, since it won’t last more than a week, let’s set that as the limit, shall we?”
“On what basis are you making demands of me?” Ye Feimo replied. “Let’s cut the small talk; it’s simple: it ends when I grow tired of you.”
“Perhaps Mr. Ye might think that his interest in me will last more than a week,” Wen Nuan said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Ye Feimo tapped the table lightly. “Miss Wen Nuan, I got bored with such tricks when I was two.”
Wen Nuan was at a loss for words again. It seemed that whenever she faced Ye Feimo, she was always at a disadvantage, never on top. She fantasized about a day when she could dominate him instead.
“Are you sure you can save my dad?”
“Miss Wen Nuan, are you questioning my ability?”
Wen Nuan wanted to scoff, “Haven't you already proven yourself capable?”
“Fine, I’ll agree to help you,” Wen Nuan said, closing her eyes, her fair face looking more defeated in the cold air.
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, leaned back, and commanded, “Come here!”
Wen Nuan froze, opening her eyes to see him behind the desk, exuding an emperor-like demeanor, as if he awaited her submission. She hesitated but eventually walked over to him.
He beckoned with a finger, and Wen Nuan thought, “Are you summoning a puppy?”
Yet, she followed his command and stood beside him.
“Please me!” he ordered once more.
Wen Nuan felt a ringing in her ears, as if her pride and dignity had been crushed. She looked at him incredulously; Ye Feimo’s icy gaze held a flicker of emotion. “The agreement takes effect today.”
She truly wanted to grab the documents on the table and throw them at him. He could see her anger but watched her leisurely.
“Standing there like a corpse waiting for dissection?” Ye Feimo stated flatly, then scanned her up and down, “Or are you waiting for me to serve you?”
Wen Nuan clenched her fists, swearing that if killing were without consequence and she could take the place of the slain, she would gladly stab Ye Feimo. He seemed cold and detached, yet his words were infuriating.
“Are you being too excessive?” Wen Nuan gritted her teeth.
“Miss Wen Nuan, if you haven't lost your memory, you should remember that I told you last night, when you come to me, I won’t be so nice.” Ye Feimo’s voice was as cold as Siberian glaciers.
Wen Nuan’s face turned red and white, both angry and embarrassed.
“Ye Feimo, you should know when to stop humiliating someone.” She could no longer endure it.
“Humiliating someone?” He scoffed. “If you didn’t give me the chance to humiliate you, how could I? Miss Wen Nuan, you have the choice. The door is right there; you’re free to come and go as you please.”
His words made it clear that if she walked out that door, their deal would be voided.
Wen Nuan felt a deep sense of despair and helplessness; there was a devil-like Ye Feimo here, and outside was the predatory Fang Liucheng. Both were pushing her into a corner.
She was stuck in between—one step back was a den of wolves, one step forward was a bottomless abyss.
Ye Feimo was undoubtedly ruthless. He watched as Wen Nuan struggled in the water, knowing that the only piece of driftwood was right in front of her, and he wouldn’t extend a hand. Instead, he pushed her down further into the depths.
“If I wanted a corpse, I could just go to the morgue and grab one without paying. I’ll count to three. If you haven’t made up your mind by then, it’s game over!” Ye Feimo's dark eyes stared coldly at her.
“One!”
Wen Nuan knew he meant it; he could say it and do it without hesitation. She had a deep understanding of his coldness, and when it came to tactics, she could not outmaneuver Ye Feimo. Since she couldn’t win, she might as well let herself be played.
“Two!”
Just before he could count to three, Wen Nuan leaned forward and aimed to kiss his lips. However, Ye Feimo turned his face away, causing her lips to land on his cheek instead.
She didn’t understand why he avoided her; she just looked at him. Ye Feimo’s gaze was dead and cold, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and quiet. Due to their position, Wen Nuan ended up sitting on his lap. To avoid sliding off, she had to cling to his neck.
The atmosphere was thick with tension.
The air grew thick, their breaths close enough to intertwine, their beautiful eyes locked onto each other, one cold, the other warm.
He was truly exquisite.
With fair, clean skin, deep and sharp eyes, perfectly shaped lips, a high nose, and long, elegant eyelashes, Wen Nuan had never realized that seeing a man up close could be so breathtaking.
His eyes held so much, exuding an irresistible charm. Once their gazes met, it was as if she couldn’t help but sink into them, enchanted.
Driven by some force, Wen Nuan leaned closer and kissed his lips.
His lips were tempting, evoking desire—this had nothing to do with love; it merely lured her to transgress.
It was hard to articulate the complex charm that radiated from Ye Feimo. There was a perfect term to describe it: ascetic temptation. Knowing it was forbidden only made her want to try; that was the allure and threat of this man.
Ye Feimo turned his face away again.
Wen Nuan must not have known that Ye Feimo had countless lovers, enough to fill an entire boulevard, yet for many years, he had never allowed anyone to touch his lips. It seemed to be a peculiarity of the Ye family men.
Only "she"… and Wen Nuan were exceptions.
That night, he had been in a bad mood, thinking she was someone else’s gift. He mistook her for another, but he was only interested in her face.
Wen Nuan had called another man's name while on his bed, and he had treated her as someone else.
It was a complete misunderstanding.
The second time he kissed her was also accidental; perhaps it was due to his embarrassment and loss of control from the previous night.
Women’s lips always made him feel dirty—except for that one person.
Wen Nuan was also an exception.
Perhaps because she wasn't dirty, he kissed her a second time. But this woman had too many exceptions.
After all, she was just a substitute; no matter how exceptional, she was still a substitute.
The forbidden temptation emanating from Ye Feimo completely ignited Wen Nuan’s rebellious spirit. She did something surprising even to herself: she reached out and turned Ye Feimo’s face toward her, kissing him fiercely.
It was a strong and wild kiss.
She didn’t understand how to please a man; she simply pressed her lips against his. His deep, dark gaze seemed to mock her as Wen Nuan recalled her only experience of being kissed by him, sucking on his lips.
The more he tried to push her away, the more she wanted to kiss him!
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