CHAPTER 58: GOSSIP

Wen Nuan had been trying hard to recall the agreement, but his words nearly made her choke. "Young Master Ye, has anyone ever told you that you’re inhuman and perverted?"

Ye Feimo nodded expressionlessly. "Many people have said so. One more doesn’t make a difference."

Wen Nuan teared up, covering her face. What was this person’s skin made of?

Ye Feimo’s lips curled into a smile, enjoying her discomfiture.

Teasing Wen Nuan was something he found very enjoyable.

Seeing Wen Nuan’s conflicted expression was even more satisfying than the moment of climax during sex.

To sum it up, he had a tendency to torment Wen Nuan.

"Did Fang Liucheng say anything about work when he talked to you?" Ye Feimo suddenly asked. Judging from Han Bi’s words, the lead role in "The Beauty and the Schemer" hadn’t been finalized yet. The main investor was Fang Liucheng, while the other investors preferred Han Bi. That was one thing, but if Fang Liucheng... given his feelings for Wen Nuan, perhaps he would be more willing to spend money to promote her.

"What work-related things could I possibly talk about with him?" Wen Nuan pouted. The thought that Fang Liucheng had said the Fang family’s involvement in the entertainment industry was because of her left Wen Nuan with very complicated feelings, indescribable and unclear.

It wasn’t joy, and it wasn’t disappointment either.

She couldn’t even figure out her own feelings.

"Speaking of which, Young Master Ye, why are you asking me so many questions? I haven’t asked you a single thing," Wen Nuan tugged at her seatbelt. She hadn’t asked him a single thing about him and Han Bi.

Nor did she have the right to ask. By the same logic, he didn’t have the right to ask her about him and Fang Liucheng, right?

"Miss Wen, please remember, I am the president of Anning International, and you are an employee of Anning International. I must prevent and eliminate the possibility of employees being poached," Ye Feimo said coldly, his gaze sweeping over her with an icy edge. His expression seemed to say, ’Miss Wen, if you dare to jump ship, I’ll die with you,’ which gave Wen Nuan goosebumps all over.

"Ye Feimo, I think in your past life you must have spent thousands of years with ice in an ancient coffin. Otherwise, how could your gentle mother have given birth to someone with such an ancient coffin lid of a face? It’s terrifying. I originally thought it was a genetic problem, that your whole family was perverted. But now it seems Young Master Ye, you must have mutated. Genetic mutation is truly profound and unfathomable."

Ye Feimo glanced at her. This silly girl was again indirectly scolding him. When it came to eloquence, one Ye Feimo could take on a hundred Wen Nuans. Oh well, a good man doesn’t argue with a woman.

"Um... Ye Feimo, I heard some gossip a few days ago when I was filming an advertisement," Wen Nuan blinked, looking directly at Ye Feimo with a mischievous smile.

Ye Feimo glanced at her sideways, driving with a cold expression. "If you have gossip, just say it. The way you’re looking at me so seductively will make me misunderstand that you want to sleep with me."

Those peach blossom eyes of Wen Nuan’s were too lethal.

Even a very ordinary gaze from her had a flirtatious feeling, let alone when she looked at you directly with a smile. That gaze made Young Master Ye feel a tightening in his lower body, unable to control his... manhood.

Wen Nuan: "...If you were the only man left in the world, I might consider sleeping with you for the sake of having children."

"If you were the only woman in the world, I wouldn’t consider sleeping with you even for the sake of having children."

"You already have, thank you."

"Looks like you miss the taste of that night. How about we go back and do it again for a refresher?" Wen Nuan’s face twisted. What kind of conversation was this? Wen Nuan teared up. Every time she followed Ye Feimo’s train of thought, she always ended up at a disadvantage.

This man’s mind was truly beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Couldn’t his brain think of anything pure?

"I heard them say that I look a bit like Han Bi," Wen Nuan said, smiling at Ye Feimo. It was better to stick to gossip, she couldn’t say anything else, or he would take advantage of her again.

Just then, they reached a red light. Ye Feimo stopped the car, turned his head, and looked at Wen Nuan seriously, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. Wen Nuan felt like a tender white pig, waiting for his favor.

"Betting with a man’s eye, anyone who says that gossip is true has a family of pigs. How are you as beautiful as Han Bi?"

Wen Nuan: "..."

She teared up. She hadn’t brought up the gossip to compare her beauty with Han Bi’s, sob sob... Even if she was truly not as beautiful as Han Bi, couldn’t Young Master Ye be a little gentler with his words? Did he have to be so mean?

"Isn’t she just a sexy goddess? I can be that too," Wen Nuan blurted out impulsively, her head feeling hot. She didn’t even know why she had to compete with Han Bi. She wasn’t bad-looking either.

The entertainment industry was full of beauties. She could be considered above average in looks, although not stunningly beautiful.

"Sexy goddess? You? Miss Wen, that joke is absolutely cosmic." Ye Feimo seemed to have heard a funny joke, a smile escaping his lips, the dimples on his cheeks appearing faintly. Wen Nuan’s face flushed. Seeing his gaze linger on her chest, Wen Nuan was speechless. What did he mean by that? Was he mocking her small breasts compared to Han Bi’s?

That gaze was too humiliating. She also had a pretty face and a decent figure, at least a 34B. Wen Nuan proudly puffed out her chest and raised her chin. She also had the assets to show off her figure, okay?

No, even without breasts, one could still show off. Besides, hers were quite respectable.

A strange light flickered in Ye Feimo’s eyes. He leaned on the steering wheel and laughed heartily. It was the first time Wen Nuan had seen him laugh so loudly. She thought he was mocking her figure again. Thinking of Han Bi’s hot figure on the big poster outside the mall, Wen Nuan sadly lowered her head to look at her own not-so-flat chest. Was her figure really that bad? Did he have to laugh so cruelly? Her fragile confidence was shattered by his laughter.

Wen Nuan was furious, her inner universe burning fiercely. She clenched her fist and said resolutely, "Tomorrow, I’m going for a breast augmentation."

Ye Feimo couldn’t hold back any longer, laughing uncontrollably. He reached out and patted Wen Nuan’s head, as if patting a puppy. "Good girl, stop talking, you’re going to make me die of laughter."

This silly girl was truly a source of joy.

He didn’t even know how many years it had been since he had laughed so happily. He should say, from childhood until now, he had never had a day where he laughed so heartily as today. This was all thanks to Wen Nuan.

It was also the first time Wen Nuan had seen Ye Feimo laugh like this. She didn’t understand what was so funny.