She got Gui Mian to help her move a statue, but the problem was that the two of them couldn't budge it. Wushuang gave up and decided it wasn't worth wasting time on it, even if they eventually manage...The warm seafood porridge soothed his stomach, and Ye Fimuo's face regained a touch of color. Cheng Anya felt heartache for her son, but it was ultimately his own affair, and she couldn't do much to help.

"You talk about warmth and intelligence, but you don't even have half of what she has. How can you possibly handle her Did you get dumber" Cheng Anya wanted to rip open his head and see if he had been kicked by a donkey.

"Why do I have to take care of her"

"Well, you were just waiting for her call, weren't you You didn't even look at your phone when it rang and just let her come back to cook. You've really become someone! I can't believe you've sunk to waiting for a woman's call, and you still dare to argue with me." Cheng Anya couldn't help but tease.

Ye Fei didn't speak, remaining silent. He didn't want to tell Cheng Anya about this matter.

That day I was angry and went too far with my words, but I didn't wrong her.

To put it simply, he just couldn't stand the fact that Wen Nuan was always with Fang Liu Cheng. It was already in the past, but they still acted so close together and got caught on camera. What kind of thing is this

Cheng Anyan didn't know about Ye Feimo's inner conflict, it was simply that the vinegar jar had shattered.

But she also knew that if such a warm temperament could be swayed by something like ink, then it must have been Fei Mo who had spoken excessively.

She seemed to have also watched some news on television and in newspapers.

The day before yesterday was Fei Mo's birthday. Originally, we were supposed to have dinner at Warm Home.

It's a good opportunity for them.

Who knew Warmth had stood him up, and Fei Mo hadn't returned either. Lin Ning said they were all drinking at the dance hall, and Cheng Anya could guess that Fei Mo must have been left hanging. Warmth was with Fang Liucheng, missing his birthday.

She remembered suggesting to Wen Nuan that they go to Ye's house to celebrate together. Ye Fei Mo was happy at the time, and he was looking forward to it too, but unexpectedly, things turned out like this. Maybe because of this incident, their relationship became strained.

Cheng Anya didn't beat around the bush. She told Ye Feimo, "This girl Wenwen is quite good. Don't miss her, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Besides, how are you worse than Fang Liucheng In terms of family background, appearance, and wealth, you surpass him in every way. You meet all the conditions that women usually look for in a husband. The only thing is that your temper isn't great, and her character is still unknown. But if Wenwen can tolerate it, then that's fine. Show some effort, don't let my daughter-in-law run away, understand"

Cheng Anya's words were full of domineering aura.

Ye Fei Mo didn't take it seriously at all, "No!"

Cheng Anya cried.

After Ye Fei Mo finished his dinner, Cheng Anya urged him to take a shower and go to sleep. She also reminded him to eat three meals on time and not to be late. Ye Fei Mo agreed, and Cheng Anya left.

She went downstairs and was about to drive away when she saw someone sitting on the bench under the tree. Cheng Anya took a closer look and realized it was Wen Nuan.

She smirked, watching Wen Wen with amusement.

It's so late, why isn't she home What is she doing downstairs

She didn't know why she was here, but after seeing Fang Liucheng off, she felt uneasy and drove to Mingcheng Apartment again. The lights were on in apartment 44, meaning Ye Feimo was home.

She was a little worried, wondering if he had eaten yet.

She really wanted to go up and have a look, but she didn't expect that when she thought of Ye Fei Mo scolding her so harshly, she couldn't let go of her pride. It would be too shameful. Every time he scolded her, she would get over it in a few days, but this time was different.

As soon as I remember his sharp and venomous words that day, my warm heart still aches.

Ye Fei Mo had scolded her like this more than once. The last time was in Casablanca when they had an accident, he'd said the same thing. That time, she knew Ye Fei Mo was too worried about her, so she retorted.

Although he was scolding her, his eyes held tenderness for her.

So in a few days, she forgot about it.

This time was different, the look in his eyes was filled with mockery, disgust, and humiliation. She couldn't accept Ye Fimuo's gaze like this; it hurt Wen Nuan more than if Ye Fimuo had personally told her he disliked her.

Even so, as his mother cooks, she thinks about learning a new dish so that he can eat different kinds of food and won't always be eating the same few dishes. She also checks her watch at mealtime, guessing if he has returned and eaten.

She knew how serious Ye Fei Mo's stomach ailment was, that he might feel pain if he didn't eat for two meals. If his temper was bad and he was under a lot of pressure, it would hurt even worse. When she sent Fang Liu Cheng off, she also came along.

Although I'm spineless, I'm worried inside. There's nothing I can do about it.

She could see the warm lights on the 44th floor, and her heart finally calmed down. This proved that he was home and taking care of himself. Ye Fei Mo knew his illness, so he took care of his stomach more diligently than anyone else.

She lingered in the garden downstairs, sitting for a while, counting sheep with her head bowed.

She felt like an idiot, not knowing what she was persisting in, nor understanding what it meant to be heartbroken. Perhaps Ye Fei Mo didn't care about her worries at all; he didn't need her concern.

Perhaps, he would find it bothersome.

Holding her phone warmly in her hand, she had been wanting to call him all the way here, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

What about the Cold War.

Now, looking at the silent phone, she wished it would ring. She hoped Ye Fei Mo would call, asking why she hadn't come home yet, why she hadn't returned to cook for him.

Even asking would be nice.

No, even screaming is better than being completely silent.

He doesn't really need her, does he

Without her, he could still live well and wouldn't get sick. She's not that important.

Although I understand it in my heart, thinking about it this way still makes me feel a bit sad.

As night deepened, the evening breeze grew cold. After sitting for almost two hours in the warmth, she felt foolish enough. The living room lights were off, he probably went to sleep, and she could safely go back.

Turning to leave, he glanced back up at the 44th floor and chuckled wryly.

Wind and cold are heavy, for whom does she foolishly wait

She couldn't have imagined how foolish she was.

Warmth walked around downstairs again, then walked out of Mingcheng Apartment and hailed a car back home.

Cheng Anya shook her head, these two children were really worrying. One was insincere and stubborn, the other would rather stand in the cold wind worrying about him than go upstairs to take a look.

She couldn't get involved. It was a matter between Mo and Warmth.

Every couple on their journey, walks through longing, hesitation, anxiety, hurt, forgiveness, acceptance, and deep love... Each different emotion is a part of their growth.

Without going through these experiences, how could I possibly walk the many years of road ahead

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