Wēnnuǎn continued to play dead, secretly hoping that Anning International would quickly go bankrupt so she could triumphantly stomp on his face.
The music started, and the men led their partners to dance.
A woman came over and asked Ye Feimo for a dance. Her makeup was exquisite, her figure tall and slender, and she wore a black ruffled dress, exuding a cold and alluring aura. Wēnnuǎn didn't recognize her. Ye Feimo raised a cold eyebrow and said, "No time."
The woman was taken aback, glared fiercely at Wēnnuǎn, and sashayed away.
"Damn it, I'm getting shot even while lying down," Wēnnuǎn couldn't help but curse.
"Miss Wēn, please be more refined in this setting."
"Who can hear me except you?"
"Am I not human?"
Wēnnuǎn let out a strange, fake laugh. "Hehe, Second Young Master Ye, your self-awareness is truly high."
Ye Feimo stared at her coldly, his gaze seeming to want to strangle her. Wēnnuǎn turned her face away, pretending not to see, and sighed boredly, "Han Bi is really beautiful."
He was dumbfounded. This dead brat's ability to play dead was even better than his mother's.
Several investors came over to talk to Ye Feimo about business. Wēnnuǎn wandered to another corner by herself. After walking around, she noticed the women pointing and whispering about her, their gazes unkind, mostly scornful. She caught the word "butterfly."
Wēnnuǎn frowned slightly. Had her butterfly become a label?
She had only mentioned it to Han Bi. It couldn't have spread so quickly, could it? Han Bi didn't seem like a gossipy person. Wēnnuǎn glanced at Han Bi, who happened to look over and smiled generously. Wēnnuǎn scolded herself for being paranoid.
She didn't care what others thought of her. No matter how much those women sneered and humiliated her, she would just pretend not to hear.
Feeling bored, she took a glass of red wine and went out to the balcony.
The evening breeze was gentle. Standing high up and looking down at the lights created a strange beauty. Wēnnuǎn felt a sense of ease and tranquility in her heart. She had only stood there for a moment when she heard footsteps.
Wēnnuǎn sighed. Another beautiful night view ruined.
She really didn't like facing gossipy women at banquets.
"Feimo!" Suddenly, a soft cry reached her ears. Wēnnuǎn was startled. That voice... Han Bi?
Ye Feimo and Han Bi's earlier conversation seemed tense. Ye Feimo seemed to find it unbearable to even glance at her. Yet, Han Bi called him so intimately?
A series of disharmonious images flashed through Miss Wēn's mind.
It was said that Second Young Master Ye's women were all from the entertainment industry. This Han Bi was also promoted by Anning International. It was rumored that she had a falling out with Anning International's president's wife, who was also Ye Feimo's mother, Cheng Anya.
Cheng Anya held a press conference and publicly announced Han Bi's expulsion from Anning International. Coincidentally, a Hollywood international director took a liking to her and invited her to Hollywood.
But the truth of the matter was unknown to anyone.
Could it be that she and Ye Feimo...
Were having an affair?
It was said that wealthy ladies disliked celebrities from the entertainment industry the most. Hmm, it must be so.
There was gossip to listen to, and it was about Ye Feimo again! Wēnnuǎn felt as if she had been injected with chicken blood, extremely excited. She hid her body behind a pillar, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Miss Han, is there something I can help you with?" Ye Feimo's signature cold tone.
"Feimo, do we have to talk like this?" Han Bi looked at him with infatuation. The soft light flickered across her face, casting ambiguous shadows. A ripple seemed to be stirring in her dark eyes.
Wēnnuǎn cautiously poked her head out. Ye Feimo's back was to her, so she could clearly see Han Bi's pitifully beautiful face.
Unexpectedly, the queen-like Han Bi could also have such a tender and moving expression. It was truly captivating. Any man who saw such a look would probably have his bones melt. How could he bear to hurt her?
But Ye Feimo was clearly as cold-hearted as iron, completely unmoved.
"Are we very familiar?" Ye Feimo's tone grew even colder. "At most, I am the president of Anning International, and you are a female star promoted by Anning International. Someone like you? I can promote as many as I want."
Han Bi's body trembled, but as someone who had experienced many storms, she quickly composed herself. "Are you still blaming me for leaving you back then?"
Wow... major gossip!
Ye Feimo had indeed been dumped by Han Bi! Heavens, International Han, I admire you! You are so courageous! No wonder she considers you her role model. This boldness is worth learning from.
Wēnnuǎn's bright eyes were filled with curiosity about the affair and gossip. She listened to their conversation even more cautiously.
"Something that happened years ago, who remembers clearly?" Ye Feimo's gaze was cold. No matter how gentle and moving Han Bi was, he seemed unmoved, his eyes chillingly cold. "Who are you? Worth me missing you for so many years?"
Wēnnuǎn's heart trembled. Some thoughts suddenly became clear. So, Ye Feimo had been treating her as Han Bi's substitute. He loved Han Bi.
Feimo, Feimo...
That day, he had asked her to call him Feimo in a tender and affectionate voice... just like the way Han Bi was calling him now, soft and moving.
He held her and murmured, "Don't leave me, don't leave me." The one he was calling was Han Bi. He didn't want Han Bi to leave.
Others might not be clear, but she was very clear.
Ye Feimo loved Han Bi, and he loved her deeply.
No wonder... Wēnnuǎn felt a pang in her heart. She finally knew who the person in his heart was. She had seen a survey that showed 90% of men in City A chose Han Bi as their dream lover.
A very influential scholar in the literary world once said that falling in love with a woman like Han Bi was a very easy thing.
"Feimo, don't say that. I had no choice but to leave you back then. Please don't be like this, okay?" Han Bi approached Ye Feimo hesitantly and reached out to take his hand.
Young Feimo had been headstrong and aloof. Although cold and indifferent, he still had some pity for her and had never treated her so coldly.
Sweet memories of the past flooded into her heart, and Han Bi's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Ye Feimo remained unmoved, his cold and hard expression not softening in the slightest. "You calling opening a room with a director in a hotel 'having no choice'? Han Bi, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
Han Bi bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't..."
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes dangerously. Who did Han Bi think he was? If his girlfriend cheated on him, would he not investigate? Han Bi had underestimated him too much.
Han Bi gave a bitter smile. "Feimo, why have you never doubted your mother?"
"What do you mean?"
"That scene was a carefully planned conspiracy by your mother. She wanted me to leave you." A trace of sadness flashed across Han Bi's face, her eyes misty. "I was afraid of your mother's methods."