"Han Bi, I advise you to watch your words," Ye Feimo reprimanded in a low voice, his tone like that of a King of Hell. A terrifying aura emanated from him. Anyone who dared to insult his family, he would never forgive, even if it was Han Bi.
"You really don't believe me. Your mother understands you very well. Back then, when I wanted to tell you the truth, she smiled and said to me, 'You can go ahead and tell Feimo. Let's see if he believes you or me.'"
Ye Feimo was silent, then sneered, "Han Bi, you've acted in too many tragic dramas. This scene is quite well-played. If it was really my mother who did it, why would she do such a thing?"
"What else could it be? A family like yours could never accept a daughter-in-law like me." Han Bi lowered her head, and pearl-like tears fell. Wēnnuǎn thought, even in tears, this woman is beautiful.
It was truly heart-wrenching. She couldn't help but imagine the kind of woman who could give birth to a freak like Ye Feimo and yet be cruel enough to separate lovers. She must be beautiful on the outside but incredibly formidable and shrewish on the inside, right?
What was most terrifying about these wealthy socialites? Although the photos in the newspapers didn't look threatening at all.
Thus, Miss Wēn's impression of Madam Cheng, the chairman's wife of Anning International, immediately escalated to that of a fearsome shrew, a tigress, someone incredibly formidable. Seeing Han Bi cry so sadly was truly terrifying.
"A family like ours? Do you even know what kind of family we are?" Ye Feimo sneered coldly. His mother even accepted his elder brother's wife with a smile. How could she not accept Han Bi? There must be something else going on.
Back then, it was indeed his mother who held the press conference and expelled Han Bi from Anning International. At that time, he hadn't yet taken over Anning International. What could have made his mother so resolute, disregarding his wishes and banishing Han Bi, making it impossible for her to gain a foothold in A City?
This was something that had puzzled Ye Feimo for seven years.
Had Han Bi offended his mother?
"Feimo, believe it or not, the truth is just as I said," Han Bi whispered, choking back sobs, holding his hand. "Please don't be so cold to me, okay? Your mother wouldn't accept me, so I thought about making a name for myself in Hollywood. Maybe when my career took off, she would change her mind. After all, you are so outstanding, and I wanted to be worthy of you. Feimo, these years have been very painful for me too."
Ye Feimo stared at her coldly, ignoring her tears. "Even if everything you said is true, that's all in the past. Since my mother did that, she must have had her reasons."
"Even if she made us suffer so much for so many years, you don't care?"
"Han Bi, you overestimate your position in my heart. Even if my mother was wrong, she is still right. The truth is not important to me," Ye Feimo said in a deep voice.
Wēnnuǎn was shocked. Ye Feimo, who knew you were such a filial son? In Miss Wēn's distant gaze, a man like Ye Feimo seemed like the kind of cold-blooded fellow who would kick his parents away to fend for themselves when they got old.
"Fine, let's not talk about this. Feimo, dare to say that you no longer love me? Just say one word, and I will give up." Han Bi said like a gambler, her eyes filled with deep affection.
Ye Feimo remained silent. A hint of joy flickered in Han Bi's heart. She reached out and hugged him, her arms gently encircling his waist, her soft and gentle voice like a moving melody.
He didn't push her away. Wēnnuǎn peeked out and saw the beautiful couple standing in the lamplight. She couldn't see Ye Feimo's expression. His hands didn't embrace Han Bi, but he didn't stop her from hugging him either.
He was just that awkward of a man.
Loving her in his heart, thinking of her, yet putting on such an arrogant facade, pretending to be cold and heartless. But he didn't reject her. Who was Ye Feimo? Without his tacit consent, who could get close to him?
Wēnnuǎn thought sourly, actually, he and Han Bi were quite a match, a golden couple.
"Feimo, your fiancée is fake, isn't she? You're deliberately trying to make me angry, aren't you?" Han Bi's voice was soft, with a hint of infatuation and a touch of reproach, both wronged and questioning.
Hearing such a tone, a man's bones would truly melt.
Ye Feimo remained silent, neither refuting nor admitting. A trace of smugness entered Han Bi's voice. "Feimo, it's because she resembles me somewhat that you chose her, isn't it?"
"Don't compare the two of you," he interrupted her unhappily, his tone as cold as ice.
Han Bi smiled. Yes, how could that woman be compared to her? In Ye Feimo's heart, she would always occupy the most important position, his first love. That woman was just her substitute, how could she be compared to her?
Han Bi stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips. Wēnnuǎn was stunned, pursed her lips, and retreated back behind the pillar.
That peerless, radiant woman was Ye Feimo's princess.
She was just a Cinderella replacing the princess.
Prince and Cinderella were just fairy tales. Real princes were matched with princesses, not Cinderellas like her.
She was old enough not to believe in fairy tales anymore.
From Fang Liucheng, she had learned one thing: never pour out her heart to love someone again. Her heart was unwanted by others; she had to keep it safe herself.
Ye Feimo and Han Bi were none of her business. Wēnnuǎn touched the rosetear on her neck. Perhaps tomorrow, this necklace would return to its rightful owner.
The sound of footsteps faded away. They had finally left.
Wēnnuǎn let out a long sigh of relief.
Ye Feimo, since your princess has returned, can I, this Cinderella, also return to my own place?
Perhaps tonight he would ask her to leave.
Maybe this contract wouldn't count anymore.
Seeing Fang Liucheng at the banquet was a surprising shock for Wēnnuǎn.
Now seeing Fang Liucheng, Wēnnuǎn still felt a pang of bitter pain in her heart. That was her most beautiful first love... no, it should be considered unrequited love. She had placed all her most beautiful feelings on him.
Unexpectedly, it had been shattered by hatred, reduced to ashes.
"Wēnnuǎn?" Gu Rui, intending to introduce Han Bi to Fang Liucheng, didn't expect Fang Liucheng to recognize Wēnnuǎn with sharp eyes. He strode over, instantly grabbed her wrist, and seeing her attire, sternly asked, "What are you doing here?"