"Dirty?" Wēnnuǎn raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Fang Liucheng, have you made few dirty deals yourself? Was my father truly guilty? You deliberately framed him, and I used my body to save him. Is that what you call dirty? All I know is that my father doesn't have to suffer in prison. Since I could save him, I would do anything, exhaust every possibility. What right do you have to call me dirty? All of this was caused by you, Fang Liucheng."
"Wēnnuǎn..." Fang Liucheng looked at her smiling face, a pang of pain in his heart. She was clearly hurting inside, yet she was still smiling like this. Fang Liucheng, who knew her personality well, felt a deep ache.
"It's truly laughable that the person who drove someone to a dead end is standing here righteously calling others dirty," Wēnnuǎn said with a cold smile. Who was it that had forced her into a desperate situation?
If she didn't make a deal with Ye Feimo, was she supposed to make a deal with him?
Even if she did, he wouldn't have let her father off.
Why should she humiliate herself?
"Wēnnuǎn, do you still love me?" Fang Liucheng suppressed the pain in his eyes and asked in a low voice.
Wēnnuǎn was taken aback. What did Fang Liucheng mean by this?
He seemed to see through her thoughts. "Be my girlfriend, okay?"
Wēnnuǎn almost burst out laughing. Fang Liucheng, had he gone mad?
"I am Ye Feimo's mistress."
Fang Liucheng's expression changed. Although he had guessed their relationship, hearing Wēnnuǎn say it herself filled him with rage. His fists clenched tightly.
At this moment, the waiter served their dishes, interrupting what Fang Liucheng wanted to say. Wēnnuǎn clearly didn't want to discuss this topic and buried herself in her food.
Unbeknownst to Wēnnuǎn, while she and Fang Liucheng were eating, Ye Feimo and Cheng Anya were also dining at the same restaurant.
Ye Feimo was as silent as ever. Even when he was with Cheng Anya, he spoke very little.
"Feimo, have you been very tired lately?"
"Not tired."
"Why don't you come home for a few days? Mommy will make soup for you."
The corner of Ye Feimo's lips lifted slightly. "Mom, please spare me."
Ever since Ye Feimo's stomach problems, Cheng Anya had specially gone to Riyadh for a few months to learn medicinal cuisine from Su Man and Bai Ye, trying her best to take care of Ye Feimo's stomach. But Madam Cheng was hopeless with housework, and the taste of her medicinal cuisine always made Ye Feimo object.
"A son grown up won't listen to his mother anymore. Feimo, tell me honestly, you dislike me now, don't you?" Madam Cheng said, feeling very wronged.
Ye Feimo looked blankly at her, who still possessed boundless charm. "Mom, it's enough if Dad doesn't dislike you."
"Get lost!"
Ye Feimo smiled. Cheng Anya watched him lower his head to eat, lost in thought. Han Bi had returned, and Feimo... She sighed. Ye Feimo raised his head, and Cheng Anya smiled. This son of hers was truly sensitive.
"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."
"I wish I could really be at ease. Fine? You almost died for her, ruined your health. Is that what you call fine?" Anya regretted what had happened back then. Because of Han Bi, Feimo had suffered from stomach problems his whole life. It really wasn't worth it.
"Mom, back then, were you hiding something from me?" Ye Feimo put down his knife and fork, his voice as clear and calm as always.
"You've seen Han Bi?" Cheng Anya's face darkened.
Ye Feimo nodded. Cheng Anya sneered and slowly scooped up some soup. "What did she say to you?"
"Han Bi said that the scene I stumbled upon back then was carefully orchestrated by you."
"Do you believe her?"
Ye Feimo pursed his lips and remained silent. He didn't necessarily believe Han Bi, but he just wanted to understand the matter. His mother and Han Bi, one of them must be lying. That scene back then had been too much of a blow to him, and he hadn't understood why for all these years.
"Feimo, no matter what mother has done, I won't harm you," Cheng Anya said directly. Ye Feimo's mind went blank, and he stared blankly at Cheng Anya, his fists clenching, shock and pain flashing across his eyes.
So, it was true?
"Mom, why did you do that?" Ye Feimo asked painfully. "Could you really not accept Han Bi's profession? You could have told me. Why did you treat her like that?"
Cheng Anya remained silent, pursing her lips, looking at the distressed Ye Feimo with heartache.
"Feimo, do you resent me?"
Ye Feimo didn't know how to answer. "Mom, tell me, why? Even if you make up a reason for me, I'll believe it. I thought Han Bi betrayed me and went to America. You know better than anyone what kind of life I've lived these past few years. I want to understand everything, even if it kills me."
Cheng Anya closed her eyes. How could she tell Feimo about those unspeakable things?
"Feimo, mother will only tell you this: yes, I did kindly remind Director Chen to give Han Bi a chance. What Han Bi did after entering the room was her own business. I didn't drug her, nor did I force her to do anything. If she had been able to leave the room, you would never have known about this for the rest of your life," Cheng Anya said frankly. Feimo didn't need to know what happened back then.
Unless her son fell in love with someone else, unless another woman could soothe his pain, she wouldn't tell him the truth of that year. Otherwise, she wouldn't mention a word. Humph, Han Bi...
Letting Feimo believe that Han Bi betrayed him and left him for fame and fortune would make it easier for him to accept.
"Mom..."
"Enough. Can't you understand my words?" Cheng Anya's tone hardened. Ye Feimo stood up, wanting to leave with a flick of his hand, but Cheng Anya sneered, and he sat back down, impatiently grabbing the red wine and gulping it down.
"What a promising son you are! Playing around because of a Han Bi is one thing, being half-dead is another, but obsessing over her for six years and doing so many foolish things? Feimo, wake up!" Cheng Anya said angrily. "How did I give birth to such a blind son?"
"Tell me, what did you see in Han Bi? Her looks? Haven't you seen beautiful women before? In terms of looks, she's not even worthy of carrying your sister-in-law's shoes. In terms of personality, she doesn't have one percent of Wu Shuang's. Her character is flawed, she's a scandal queen. What exactly did you fancy about her?"
Ye Feimo glared at her fiercely. Cheng Anya glared back. He sighed. "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll investigate myself."
Cheng Anya gave two strange laughs. "Good son, if your Mother doesn't want you to know something, do you think you can find out?"
Ye Ningyuan had already blocked all the news. What could he possibly find out?
Ye Feimo was exasperated.
Cheng Anya smiled slightly. The sweet smile of Wēnnuǎn flashed through his mind. He was slightly stunned and couldn't help but stare blankly at Anya. Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows and coughed twice. "Good son, if your Dad sees you looking at me with that kind of gaze, you can go to Antarctica to raise penguins."
Ye Feimo came back to his senses and cursed under his breath.