The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 158: A Drunken Standoff

Wen Nuan cursed herself for being an idiot. *He says "my wife" and you completely lose your bearings? Absolutely cannot be swayed, absolutely not. How could she forgive him so easily? There’s no such cheap deal.*

Wen Nuan’s heart was pounding fiercely. Luckily, she had been drinking, so no one could tell her face was flushed. She excused herself to the restroom.

When she returned, **Cai Xiaojing** was nowhere to be seen.

Director Li said Cai Xiaojing had an urgent matter and left.

Wen Nuan muttered a curse. Everyone continued eating and drinking until nine o’clock before dispersing. Ye Feimo had drunk quite a bit and was a little unsteady on his feet. Everyone else had left, so Wen Nuan, left with no choice, had to help him downstairs.

Looking at him, he definitely couldn’t drive.

They had all been drinking today, and absolutely couldn’t drive, or they would surely end up in the news if caught by traffic police.

"Didn’t I tell you not to drink so much?" Wen Nuan fumed. She had wanted to call a taxi to send him home, but Ye Feimo played stubborn, refusing to take a car. He wanted to walk. Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, watching him stagger. She was so worried that she had no choice but to go and support him. Ye Feimo brazenly put his arm around Wen Nuan, one hand accidentally brushing the edge of her **34B**.

Wen Nuan was furious. *Was he faking it?*

But looking at his flushed face and the strong smell of alcohol, he didn’t seem to be faking it at all.

"Ye Feimo, stop acting crazy, okay? Where are you going to walk in the middle of the night? I don’t know the way back. Let’s take a taxi," Wen Nuan urged him. Ye Feimo stumbled, almost falling. Wen Nuan cried out a few times and hastily supported him.

Ye Feimo had truly drunk a lot just now, his face flushed. Wen Nuan didn’t know whether to curse him or be angry. She didn’t know what he was like when he got drunk, and she didn’t dare to challenge him. She gently coaxed, "Ye Feimo, can we take a car back, please?"

"No!" Ye Feimo flatly refused, holding Wen Nuan and insisting on walking. Wen Nuan was mortified. Her sense of direction was terrible; she had no idea which way Famous City Apartment was.

A City was big, with roads crisscrossing everywhere. Who knew which way was which?

Ye Feimo wasn’t light; over a hundred pounds pressing down on Wen Nuan almost flattened her.

"Ye Feimo, stop being difficult, okay?"

She repeated it several times, but Ye Feimo simply ignored her. Wen Nuan was enraged. This man’s temper must have been spoiled. Did getting drunk give him the right to act crazy? Who made that rule?

Wen Nuan angrily shook Ye Feimo off. "If you want to walk, walk by yourself. I’m going home. I’m not dealing with you anymore."

Ye Feimo turned his head to look at her, then turned and walked forward. Wen Nuan was fuming. *Did he really dare to walk by himself?*

In the middle of the night, if he got hit by a car and ended up dead on the street, no one would know.

*Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! You jinx, what are you even thinking?*

With Ye Feimo like this, Wen Nuan couldn’t bring herself to abandon him. He had only walked twenty meters when Wen Nuan caught up, resignedly supporting him. "Where exactly are you going?"

"Home."

"It’s faster to go home by car."

"I like walking."

"Nonsense!" *When did you ever like walking? You can’t handle a man throwing a drunken fit in the middle of the night.* Wen Nuan was utterly frustrated. She couldn’t truly leave him. Ye Feimo stumbled for two blocks until they reached a commercial plaza. In front of the plaza was a fountain, and many people were dancing in the square, making it very lively. There were middle-aged and young couples alike, and many people sat resting on the surrounding stone benches.

Wen Nuan, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, was utterly exhausted from being weighed down by Ye Feimo as they walked. She pulled Ye Feimo aside to sit and rest.

Ye Feimo was surprisingly well-behaved. Wen Nuan stretched her poor calves. Ye Feimo stared at her. Wen Nuan turned her head. "What are you looking at? Never seen anything like it?"

He suddenly pulled Wen Nuan, causing her to fall onto him. Ye Feimo was very strong, holding Wen Nuan on his lap, embracing her comfortably. Wen Nuan was mortified. Luckily, there were other young couples sitting like that nearby, otherwise, it would have been truly embarrassing. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Wen Nuan didn’t know if he was truly drunk or just faking it, so she simply stayed silent, letting him hold her as they watched the dancing in the plaza. After a moment, she realized something was wrong. Ye Feimo was actually rubbing her waist, and his hand was moving higher and higher. Wen Nuan was extremely flustered.

*Could she yell "sexual harassment"?*

"What are you doing with your hand?"

"Hugging you."

"Pervert! Don’t go too far! There are so many people around. You might be shameless, but I still want to be a decent person." Wen Nuan smiled and pulled his hand away. *How outrageous! Who acts like this?*

"It’s late at night; no one will recognize you."

"That’s still not okay," Wen Nuan said, decisively grabbing his hand and placing it on her waist, holding it firmly to prevent him from moving it up. *Such a pervert, truly outrageous.*

Ye Feimo grunted but said nothing.

They watched the people dancing in the plaza. Many people usually danced here around eight or nine o’clock, and there were always many spectators.

Wen Nuan watched for a while and felt it was enough. She asked, "Can we go home now, Young Master Ye?"

"No!"

"Then how long do you want to watch?"

"Until dawn."

"Please, they disperse at ten. Who’s going to dance until dawn for you?" Wen Nuan said with a laugh. Ye Feimo remained motionless, his arms tightly wrapped around her, unwilling to let go. Wen Nuan shook her head. "Are you really drunk or not?"

"No!"

"I thought so too," Wen Nuan scoffed. "If you’re not drunk, then go home."

"Don’t want to!"

"Ye Feimo, how old are you?" Wen Nuan couldn’t help but ask.

Ye Feimo pretended not to understand Wen Nuan’s hidden meaning and answered solemnly, "25."

"26. You’re an old man now."

"Nonsense."

"I’m only 20. Comparatively, of course, you’re an old man."

Ye Feimo: "..."

He stopped talking. *Why was he considered 26 even though he just turned 25, while she was still considered 20 after her 20th birthday? Was this what they called differential treatment?*

*So unfair.*

"Can we go home now, please?" Wen Nuan patiently coaxed him.

Ye Feimo ignored her. After a long pause, he finally said, "I looked at your Weibo yesterday."

"And?"

Ye Feimo glared at her. Wen Nuan was puzzled. *What was there to glare about? Besides, why would you bother looking at my Weibo if you’re bored? There are plenty of people cursing her on Weibo; Wen Nuan read almost every comment, yet she hadn’t seen Ye Feimo’s.*

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