CHAPTER 110: NARCISSISM

"Fang Liucheng, I..."

"Don’t misunderstand, it’s about work," Fang Liucheng said, his voice a little bitter. "Don’t let me talk to your agent. I want to talk to you. I’ll find you when I get back. How about we meet?"

Wen Nuan glanced at Cai Xiaojing. "Okay!"

She hung up the phone. Cai Xiaojing asked her what was going on. Wen Nuan told her truthfully that Fang Liucheng wanted to discuss work matters. What kind of business could they possibly have to discuss? Cai Xiaojing’s mind raced.

The investor for "Beauties of the Wind and Moon" was Fang Liucheng. Given his feelings for Wen Nuan, could it be that he intended to cast Wen Nuan as the lead in this film?

But previously, Gu Rui had contacted Fang Liucheng and Han Bi. From every angle, Han Bi starring in "Beauties of the Wind and Moon" was the best choice. Could it be that Fang Liucheng was also willing to throw money to promote someone?

"Let’s wait until he gets back to discuss it."

Due to her injury, Wen Nuan didn’t work overtime and left punctually at 6 o’clock.

She returned to Mingcheng Apartment by 7 o’clock. Ye Feimo had already returned. Cai Xiaojing saw Ye Feimo, his face dark, and she instructed Wen Nuan to go to bed early. She put down the medicine and wisely slipped away.

Ye Feimo glared coldly at her, this stubborn girl, completely disobedient.

"Didn’t I tell you to rest well in the hospital? Are you tired of your arm not being completely useless yet?" Ye Feimo roared softly. Wen Nuan’s face also wasn’t looking too good.

"I’m fine!" Wen Nuan said indifferently, "Working all day was no big deal."

Ye Feimo’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Wen Nuan asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

"Why can’t I be here?" Ye Feimo’s eyes darkened, displeasure evident. It was as if if Wen Nuan uttered another word he disliked, he would leave and strangle her.

His expression was quite intimidating.

Wen Nuan obediently shut her mouth.

"Have you eaten?" Wen Nuan habitually asked.

Ye Feimo’s stern expression softened slightly, and he replied as if it were obvious, "I’m hungry!"

Wen Nuan was exasperated, looking at Ye Feimo with a look that said, "You’re inhuman!" "You’re practically not human! I’m like this, and you still expect me to cook for you?"

Ye Feimo smiled coldly. "You can go to the set and film, why can’t you cook? I see you’re full of energy. This injury is nothing serious. Go cook and serve this young master’s stomach."

Wen Nuan was speechless.

Ye Feimo truly was...

She smiled sweetly. With one arm practically useless, cooking was unrealistic.

She made a call, ordered takeout from Yulin: a pork rib soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, and three portions of seasonal vegetables. It would be delivered in half an hour.

"Young Master Ye, just wait!" Wen Nuan hung up the phone, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Actually, she was also a bit hungry.

Ye Feimo was expressionless, continuously flipping channels with the remote, seemingly not knowing what he wanted to watch.

Wen Nuan went to shower. When she came out, she still saw Ye Feimo holding the remote and constantly changing channels, not really watching anything. She was exasperated. She realized that their TV was truly exceptionally sturdy. With Ye Feimo’s rigorous torment, it was still perfectly intact. Truly amazing.

"Ye Feimo, the children’s channel is 32," Wen Nuan couldn’t stand it anymore and couldn’t help but speak up. Ye Feimo liked to watch anime, and the children’s channel broadcast anime every day.

Ye Feimo was expressionless. He turned to glare at her. Wen Nuan gave an awkward smile. He glanced at her arm, his gaze darkening. Damn it, it was an eyesore to him.

A moment of silence, a rare silence between the two of them.

Wen Nuan found it very strange. Wasn’t Ye Feimo working tonight?

Normally, he would be busy in his study until late.

Never mind him.

Just then, Ye Feimo changed the channel, and an Ethan Ye movie was playing on the international movie channel. Wen Nuan quickly snatched the remote. She wanted to watch Ethan Ye’s movie. Ye Feimo glared coldly at the screen.

The film was almost over, the last scene being Ethan Ye and the female lead’s reunion.

Under a patch of white moonlight, Ethan Ye played the piano. Beautiful melodies flowed from his fingertips, his face bathed in moonlight, incredibly beautiful, with an alluring tenderness that made one irresistibly drawn into his deep gaze.

His perfect features, as if drawn by the finest human artist, became even more captivating under the moonlight, mesmerizing the audience. His charm, his every movement exuded a powerful allure.

A single glance was enough to enthrall.

Before the piano music ended, the female lead was already in tears. After countless thrilling hardships and years of separation, the two finally embraced. Ethan Ye lifted the female lead onto the piano and kissed her fiercely.

The last scene was a long shot, showing the man and woman intimately entwined on the white piano.

This was a classic romance film.

It was both a box office hit and critically acclaimed, a milestone in Ethan Ye’s acting career.

Wen Nuan loved watching this film. The director’s filming techniques, the passage of time depicted in the movie, the exquisite performances of the lead actors, and the various scenes and musical interludes were all seamlessly coordinated.

It could be said that this was a work with very few flaws.

"The male lead is just too handsome!" Wen Nuan’s eyes sparkled with adoration. She loved Ethan Ye so much. She enjoyed watching Hollywood blockbusters, and it was hard to find a face like Ethan Ye’s in Hollywood blockbusters.

A perfect blend of East and West, possessing the refinement and gentleness of an Eastern man, combined with the wildness and charm of a Western man, perfectly blended to make hearts flutter. She generally watched his movies.

A strange fire leaped in Ye Feimo’s eyes. He tightened his grip on the remote and asked coldly, "You like Ethan Ye?"

"Yes, I do. He’s my favorite Hollywood star," Wen Nuan said with a radiant smile. Bringing up her favorite celebrity, she momentarily forgot she was arguing with Ye Feimo and asked with a grin, "Don’t you think he’s really handsome?"

He was simply incredibly handsome, sexy, charming, and impossibly perfect.

Ye Feimo snorted coldly and decisively changed the channel. "Are you blind? How is he more handsome than me?"

Wen Nuan’s brilliant smile seemed to catch in her throat. She looked up at the ceiling. "Uh... Young Master Ye’s narcissism can no longer be measured by normal thinking. It’s truly... terrifying."

It was as if all men on Earth were dinosaurs, and he was the only peacock.