The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 159: The Secret Weibo Account and a Digital Prank

"Are you following me?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"So heartless! Kids who read Weibo but don’t follow won’t even get seasoning with their instant noodles," Wen Nuan declared dramatically, playfully tugging his hair. Then, a thought struck her. *Wait a minute, it’s a miracle that Ye Feimo registering on Weibo didn’t cause a sensation.*

"Are you sure you really opened a Weibo account?"

"How else would I see you?"

"Ooh, so you opened it just to see me?" Wen Nuan beamed, her eyebrows raised in triumph, looking incredibly radiant. Ye Feimo turned his face away. Wen Nuan pulled his face back to hers, grinning, "Hoho, you’re blushing."

"Get lost, I’ve been drinking."

"Mmm, you should be grateful you’ve been drinking, otherwise I’d laugh at you even more for blushing," Wen Nuan chuckled, asking with great interest, "Why did you open Weibo so discreetly?"

"Should I announce it to the world?"

"Ye Feimo, think about it. You’re so flashy, opening a Weibo account would surely lead to a lot of hookup requests."

"Your mind is full of dirty thoughts," Ye Feimo scoffed, unable to resist pinching Wen Nuan’s waist. She was ticklish and hurriedly dodged him. Ye Feimo felt an urge to throw her to the ground.

"What’s your Weibo name?" Wen Nuan asked curiously. She didn’t believe that if Ye Feimo opened a Weibo, Lang Shu wouldn’t give him a huge recommendation.

Ye Feimo pursed his lips, saying nothing. Wen Nuan grew even more curious, pressing him with questions, but Ye Feimo simply wouldn’t tell. Wen Nuan disdained him. *So, this guy was using an alias, not his real account.*

No wonder it was so calm. A child secretly using an alias was too naughty.

She was truly curious about Young Master Ye’s Weibo alias. This man didn’t look like someone who played games, yet when she was reading scripts in bed, he would be happily hacking away at bosses in a game beside her.

He also didn’t look like someone who watched anime, yet when he turned on the TV, if it wasn’t news or prime-time dramas, it was anime, truly a shock to anyone. Then, hearing he had a secret Weibo account, she became very curious about Ye Feimo’s online name.

It was entirely unreliable to measure Ye Feimo with normal human thinking. Wen Nuan refused to deduce by common sense anymore; she felt Ye Feimo’s online name must be very loving.

But from common experience, it would probably be outrageous.

"I’m just not telling you," Ye Feimo said stubbornly, sealing his lips. The more he did this, the more it piqued Wen Nuan’s curiosity. She asked him several times, but he wouldn’t say. Wen Nuan even tried seduction, but he still wouldn’t talk.

Wen Nuan was mortified. "Lang Shu letting you through without checking your backend data is simply unprofessional. Tomorrow, I’m going to report it. I guarantee they’ll drag you out."

"Hmph, I hacked Sina!"

Wen Nuan: "...You’re a hacker?"

"My skills are more than enough to hack Sina," Ye Feimo said expressionlessly. Wen Nuan excitedly clapped her hands. "Oh, right! There’s a woman I really can’t stand. Can you help me hack her Weibo?"

"Who?"

"Sun Haiqing."

"Why hack her? Did she bully you? Hmph, I’ll find her agency tomorrow and have her frozen."

Wen Nuan: "...Don’t be so ruthless. She didn’t bully me. She bullied my idol, even badmouthing my idol. It caused a massive online debate these past few days. I went there, cursed her out, and immediately blocked her. She wanted to curse back, but no way! She complained to my agent, and Sister Xiaojing said my account was hacked and it wasn’t me posting, which made her so angry her face turned black."

Ye Feimo was speechless. "You and Cai Xiaojing really get along."

Wen Nuan chuckled. "I think Sister Xiaojing should also go curse her out, then block her, and then say we both got hacked."

"I’ll help you hack her tonight."

"Young Master Ye, you’re amazing!" Wen Nuan clapped and laughed, completely unaware that the two of them had unconsciously made up.

Ye Feimo pursed his lips. He hadn’t intended to talk about this. How did the conversation shift from Weibo to following, to aliases, to being hacked, and then to hacking others? It had completely changed direction.

Young Master Ye began to feel a sense of crisis.

This wasn’t a very happy phenomenon. Usually, he was the one leading the conversation. How had he, the mighty predator, been led by the nose by this little white rabbit? He had been too careless.

"Did you post braised pork and stir-fried vermicelli with crab roe on Weibo yesterday?" Ye Feimo asked, tugging at Wen Nuan. This was the real reason he brought up Weibo, not to willingly help her hack people.

Wen Nuan nodded. "Yes, the braised pork was made by my mom, and the stir-fried vermicelli with crab roe was made by me. My mom said I didn’t have much to post anyway, so I just said it was all my cooking. How about it? Full of color, aroma, and taste, right? It was delicious! I learned several dishes from my mom, and my cooking skills have improved."

She spoke happily, while Ye Feimo’s face darkened. She dared to speak so happily. *God knows how foolish he felt last night. He had just casually eaten something and then, as usual, went on Weibo to see what Wen Nuan had posted today.*

Who knew she would post two dishes and keep raving about how delicious they were?

The most depressing thing was that he unintentionally saw Fang Liucheng also post a Weibo update. *Damn it, it made Ye Feimo’s eyes burn red with anger.* Fang Liucheng had posted a picture of a table full of dishes. Anyone who looked closely would realize they had posted the same pictures.

Fang Liucheng posted a whole table, while Wen Nuan just posted individual dishes.

He felt resentful, looking at his empty house, a lonely bachelor with no one to cook for him, the whole house so quiet there wasn’t a sound. Ye Feimo felt incredibly lonely.

In the past, living alone in such a large room, he had never felt lonely.

But he had lived with Wen Nuan for a while. After she left, he realized how frightening it was to live alone. There was no one to talk to, no one to chatter and annoy him, no one to argue with, and no one to painstakingly cook for him.

Not only did Wen Nuan not cook for him anymore, nor care for him, but she also *dared* to cook for another man! The delicious food that was once exclusively his was now being enjoyed by Fang Liucheng. Ye Feimo felt an urge to rush to Wen Nuan’s house and beat up Fang Liucheng.

He admitted it: he was jealous.

He did a very foolish thing: he called Yulin and had them deliver braised pork and stir-fried vermicelli with crab roe. Whatever Fang Liucheng ate, he wanted to eat too, even if it wasn’t made by Wen Nuan.

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