Wen Nuan tilted her head to look at him, feeling a sense of familiarity with his perfect profile in the dim light. "Excuse me, sir, I don't know you."
Standing in the rain, Wen Nuan looked somewhat disheveled.
The man turned his face. Wen Nuan's complexion turned as white as a ghost. Under her panicked gaze, the man coldly uttered two words: "Ye Feimo."
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Even after getting into the car, Wen Nuan still didn't know how to articulate the shock in her heart.
That was Ye Feimo?
There was a financial magazine in the downstairs lounge. She casually flipped it open and saw Ye Feimo's photo. No wonder his profile looked so familiar. The real person was even more perfect than the photo. His features were exquisite, with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and perfectly curved lips, all combining to create a captivating face. The lines of his face were soft, yet inexplicably, they gave off an air of overwhelming dominance and authority.
That aura, a blend of elegance, power, and indifference, had a unique charm—a combination of strength and refinement, languor and aloofness.
Ye Feimo, the president of Anning International, the most eligible bachelor in A City.
It was rumored that he was ruthless and had an iron-fisted style.
It was said that he was suave and debonair, with women as plentiful as clothes. Many female stars under Anning International Group had been romantically linked to him.
Rumor had it that this man's rumored girlfriends were all from the entertainment industry, and he would discard them after playing around, being extremely heartless.
It was also heard that the international superstar Ye Yan had an ambiguous and close relationship with him, in other words, he didn't discriminate between men and women.
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She had only started to process the rumors about Ye Feimo after learning about that advertisement. These were all gossip she had heard or read from classmates and entertainment newspapers.
Had he recognized her?
They drove in silence. Wen Nuan was soaked and disheveled from the rain. The aura emanating from Ye Feimo was too powerful, and even though she was quite bold, she was somewhat intimidated by him. The memories of that night were too blurry. She hadn't seen who it was at all, but those embarrassing actions and feelings were now as clear as if they were being replayed, and Wen Nuan's face burned like fire.
Ye Feimo looked straight ahead, his deep eyes revealing no emotion, as he drove Wen Nuan to an apartment in Mingcheng.
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Floor 45, a duplex apartment.
The decor followed a classic style, with soft carpets, beige sofas, a beautiful crystal chandelier, and antique furniture. Everywhere exuded elegance, yet it couldn't conceal a sense of warmth, a warmth that didn't quite align with his overall demeanor.
She looked left and right, unable to find any aspect of Ye Feimo that could be remotely associated with warmth.
Cold, silent, and rigid were her impressions of Ye Feimo.
He tossed her a bathrobe. "Clean yourself up. I have something to discuss with you."
"Mr. Ye, I..."
"Clean yourself up!" Ye Feimo enunciated each word, his tone utterly cold.
Wen Nuan suppressed her temper. As soon as she closed the bathroom door, she clenched her fist and waved it in the air. Damn it, pervert, ice block! She was the one who lost her first time, she was the one who suffered, he was the one who took advantage of her vulnerability, so why was he the one acting so self-righteous?
Wen Nuan was furious. It was only now that she reacted. Why had she followed him back here? Her brain must have been fried.
Given Ye Feimo's reputation with women, being alone with him...
Damn it, Wen Nuan, you're really slow on the uptake.
She had always been a truly optimistic person. A thought flickered through her mind: anyway, they had already done it once, her innocence was gone. She wouldn't be pretentious. That man might not even be interested in her.
She changed out of her soaked clothes. There was no choice but to change her underwear too; they were all wet. She quickly washed them and threw them into the dryer. The man's bathrobe was large and loose. She wrapped herself up tightly. Seeing that there were no issues, she finally opened the bathroom door.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and Wen Nuan felt awkward.
Ye Feimo had loosened his tie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a well-built chest. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, giving him a wild and untamed look, and he exuded a sense of danger.
Heaven was truly unfair. Giving him the most gorgeous appearance, the most distinguished background, even his aura and charm were already too much, and yet his physique was also perfectly sculpted. Heaven was truly blind; how could it leave the men of the world to bear this?
Different environments nurture different people.
"Mr. Ye, I wanted to ask you..."
"Be my woman." Ye Feimo interrupted Wen Nuan before she could finish speaking. The man's tone was decisive, forceful, and authoritative, his gaze intense.
This sentence made Wen Nuan so shocked that she was burned inside out.
What did he say? Be his woman??
No, she was hallucinating, hallucinating.
She was comforting herself in this way, but when she looked again, the man's eyes were still burning. She was puzzled, wondering why someone they had only met once would make such a sudden request.
She was not a stunning beauty, nor was she narcissistic enough to think that a man like Ye Feimo would fall in love with her at first sight. There was definitely something wrong with her, but she didn't know what it was.
"I only accept that you say yes, the rest of the answer is doesn't matter."Ye Feimo looked at her, his tone became more domineering, "You must fall in love with me."
Wen Nuan was angry, her eyes blazing with fire. What irritated her the most were people who spoke in a condescending tone and bossed others around. Ye Feimo had done all that, and he was too arrogant. Why?
"Are you Takeshi Kaneshiro? Are you Andy Lau? Are you an idol? Are you RMB? Why should I fall in love with you and become your woman?" Wen Nuan laughed angrily. Her smile was still sweet, but the sarcasm in her tone was unambiguous.
What a nonsense!
Wen Nuan suddenly realized that she was too stirred up, so she lowered her head and pondered seriously. She should have been more gentle. This man seemed like the kind of man who would shoot her if he got angry. He was very rude and disharmonious. What if she made him angry, and he raped her, then killed her?