The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 132: A Culinary Apology

Cai Xiaojing rolled her eyes. If her attitude was "proper," then pigs could fly.

Wen Nuan carried the groceries upstairs. Ye Feimo didn’t seem to be back yet. She sorted the items and began cooking, and soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of food.

They had been arguing recently, and she had been busy, so she hadn’t found time to cook a proper meal for Ye Feimo. After seeing him suffer from his stomach attack last night, Wen Nuan decided that from now on, every meal would be delicious and nutritious, ensuring he ate well.

"Wen Nuan, stay calm. No matter what harsh words he says, you must remain composed, absolutely. Don’t argue with him. Arguing is too childish. Remember, you absolutely, positively cannot argue," Wen Nuan vowed, holding a spatula, to speak nicely to Ye Feimo.

Definitely no arguing.

She was simmering soup when Ye Feimo returned.

As soon as he stepped in, he caught the rare and fragrant scent from the kitchen. His gloomy mood, which had lasted all day, immediately brightened somewhat. A slight curve touched Ye Feimo’s lips, but then, the thought of what Wen Nuan and Fang Liucheng had been up to yesterday brought his spirits down again.

Hmph, making a meal to apologize? It’s not that simple.

This silly girl was dead meat.

When someone goes out of their way to be nice, they’re either scheming, stealing, or have done something to offend you.

She clearly fell into the latter category.

Daring to kiss Fang Liucheng meant she was dead meat.

"You’re back! I made fish head soup," Wen Nuan tried to make her voice sound very cheerful. Ye Feimo hummed in response, his reaction cold, but Wen Nuan didn’t mind.

A cold reaction was still a reaction, better than no reaction at all, Wen Nuan thought optimistically. It’s no big deal, no big deal; he’ll be happy once he eats.

Ye Feimo went back to his room, changed into casual clothes, and then went up to the 45th floor.

Wen Nuan was defeated. No way, he wouldn’t just stay up there, would he?

Was this the legendary sleeping in separate rooms?

But hadn’t he eaten yet?

No, no, it must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. He’ll definitely come down. No matter how peculiar Ye Feimo’s temper was, he would eat, especially her cooking, which he always ate very enthusiastically.

Wen Nuan had stewed fish head soup, stir-fried vermicelli with meat, stir-fried asparagus with meat, stir-fried water spinach with garlic, and braised lion’s head meatballs. It was more than enough for two people.

Ye Feimo seemed to have timed his descent perfectly. When her stir-fries were ready, he came down, still with a gloomy face. Wen Nuan would ask him something, and he would reply perfunctorily, his reaction very cold.

Wen Nuan silently shed tears in her heart.

Even an idiot could tell he was angry.

Once the stir-fries were done, she cut two apples into small pieces, peeled four oranges, and washed some grapes, arranging them into a beautiful fruit platter.

Miss Wen was a girl who knew how to live well.

Ye Feimo ate like a lord, consuming the food, vegetables, and soup without saying a single word to Wen Nuan. Wen Nuan initiated conversation, but he only replied indifferently, sluggishly.

Wen Nuan knew he was angry, but she grew more courageous with each setback. The less he spoke to her, the more she chattered incessantly by his ear, making Ye Feimo frown, yet he didn’t stop her.

This was much better than usual. Normally, when he returned, the room was silent. Having her talk was much more comfortable.

But this wouldn’t exempt her from punishment.

Until the end of the meal, only Wen Nuan chattered at the table; Ye Feimo remained silent. Wen Nuan was defeated. Did he have to be so disheartening?

It was too disheartening.

Wuwu...

"Ye Feimo, what happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. Don’t be angry anymore," Wen Nuan was forced to bring up the topic, carefully observing Ye Feimo’s expression.

He showed no softening, asking stiffly, "What misunderstanding?"

Wen Nuan was embarrassed. "You know perfectly well."

"I don’t know," Ye Feimo’s tone was incredibly irritating. Wen Nuan thought, she had already humbled herself enough; what more did he want? Besides, why was she even bothering to explain herself to him?

Wen Nuan simply stopped talking, carrying the plates to the kitchen to wash. Ye Feimo coldly eyed her retreating back, then snorted and went to the living room to watch TV. Wen Nuan had always believed her remote control was invincible.

Her TV was also invincible. When Ye Feimo was in a bad mood, he would constantly press the remote, endlessly flipping through channels, basically changing channels every second, without knowing what he wanted to watch.

Wen Nuan offered a sympathetic tear for her TV.

Ye Feimo switched to an international channel, which was broadcasting the Milan Jewelry Exhibition. He stopped there, crossing his legs to watch. After a while, he cursed, "What a boring program."

This program wasn’t worth watching anyway.

This year’s jewelry exhibition featured only subpar items; nothing good.

Ye Feimo switched back to Channel 32, the children’s channel, which played anime 18 hours a day.

"Inuyasha" was playing on TV. Wen Nuan came out with the fruit platter. Ye Feimo avoided the apples, eating oranges and grapes. He hated eating apples the most. Wen Nuan couldn’t help but say, "Eat more apples, or I won’t buy you fruit next time."

Ye Feimo remained obstinate, refusing to eat. Wen Nuan impaled a piece of apple with a fork and brought it to his mouth. "I’ve never seen anyone as picky as you."

Ye Feimo coldly snorted, then surprisingly ate the apple without a word.

Wen Nuan felt complete.

That’s more like it.

But without Wen Nuan feeding him, he wouldn’t eat again. Wen Nuan teared up, forced to continue feeding him.

They finished half of the fruit platter, and Wen Nuan put the rest in the fridge.

She had tried so hard to please him, yet he showed no reaction. Wen Nuan felt a bit discouraged. What would it take to satisfy him?

"Ye Feimo, have you been mad enough?"

Ye Feimo squinted at her. Perhaps feeling full and in a better mood, he actually favored her with a glance. Wen Nuan was exasperated. Did he have to be so difficult? It was truly dreadful.

"Tell me, what were you two doing at the hot spring resort last night?" Ye Feimo’s eyes were deep and cold, his gaze like ice, slowly igniting the temper he had suppressed all day. He scoffed coldly, "Two of you soaking in a hot spring together?"

"You’ve got it all wrong, boss! There’s a dessert shop next to the hot spring resort. We went there for a late-night snack. Besides, how could we soak in a hot spring in such a short amount of time?" Wen Nuan said indignantly.

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