CHAPTER 346: MAKING AMENDS, THEN A FIGHT

Wen Nuan went upstairs and ran into a young fan in the elevator. The girl, about 14 or 15, was begging her for an autograph. It was Wen Nuan’s first time meeting her in the elevator. There were four elevators in the building, so it was usually hard to run into someone.

Wen Nuan smiled and signed the autograph for her. The girl’s eyes lit up when she saw Wen Nuan press the 44th floor button. Wen Nuan quickly said with a smile, "Little sister, I’m very busy and don’t come home often. And please, little sister, don’t tell anyone my address. It would be very troublesome with so many people coming and going. Can we keep this a secret?"

The girl was smart and nodded but made a request. She wanted a signed poster from Wen Nuan’s TV series. Wen Nuan smiled and agreed. The girl got off on the 18th floor and told her her address, which Wen Nuan wrote down.

When she got upstairs, Ye Feimo was already home.

Wen Nuan looked at her watch. It was only six o’clock. Ye Feimo usually didn’t get off work until this time. He was home early today.

He was sitting on the living room sofa, playing on his tablet. Wen Nuan changed her shoes. Ye Feimo looked up at her. Neither of them said hello to each other. Wen Nuan went into the bedroom, took off her coat, and changed into a set of loungewear.

Ye Feimo would occasionally look at the bedroom and then casually look down at his screen.

Wen Nuan came out after changing her clothes, glanced at the person on the sofa, and went into the kitchen to make dinner. She didn’t expect Ye Feimo to make dinner. They had lived together for so long, and she had never seen him in the kitchen.

Ye Feimo was arguing with someone on his tablet while watching Wen Nuan cook. Seeing that she looked normal, Ye Feimo thought, *Her anger must have subsided by now.*

Wen Nuan was chopping carrots. She suddenly stopped and slammed the knife down on the cutting board. Ye Feimo, who was happily in the middle of an argument, looked up at the kitchen. Wen Nuan narrowed her eyes at him, and her beautiful, sultry eyes were filled with anger.

"Ye Feimo, clean the floor," Wen Nuan said calmly.

*We should split the housework. If he can’t cook, he can at least clean the floor.* Although they had a cleaner come every few days, today she just wanted to mess with Ye Feimo. She was not happy.

Ye Feimo turned his head and looked at the floor. He said calmly, "It’s not dirty."

"Clean it anyway."

"I don’t know how."

"Then go do the laundry."

"I don’t know how."

"Then what do you know how to do?"

"Make money."

Ye Feimo looked at Wen Nuan blankly. She huffed coldly and turned back to chopping carrots. Her fair face was tense. The carrots slowly turned into shreds under her knife. Ye Feimo put down his tablet and went to get the vacuum cleaner.

He looked at the device he had never touched before. He connected the pipe and the plug, imagining how Wen Nuan usually handled it. After a moment, he pretty much understood how to use it.

The living room wasn’t dirty. The vacuum cleaner was mainly for hair and dust. Ye Feimo looked at the vacuum cleaner coldly, then looked at the busy Wen Nuan in the kitchen. He took a deep breath and got to work.

The sound of the vacuum cleaner filled the living room. Wen Nuan turned her head, and the corners of her lips curved up slightly. She found it incredibly fresh and new. She lifted the knife and looked at Ye Feimo with a smile as he vacuumed the floor and the rug.

Ye Feimo looked back. Wen Nuan didn’t have time to hide the smile on her face. She quickly turned her head and continued to chop onions. A light flashed in Ye Feimo’s eyes. He felt a newfound energy for work.

Wen Nuan smiled.

This was a good sign. If Wen Nuan could smile when he did housework, why shouldn’t he?

An hour later, Ye Feimo had vacuumed and mopped the entire 44th floor. The floor was sparkling clean. Ye Feimo felt so happy. He thought that Wen Nuan must not be mad anymore.

Wen Nuan brought out four dishes and a soup: cold wood ear mushroom salad, curry chicken, braised pork ribs, garlic broccoli, and a mushroom seafood soup. The food was exquisite and looked very appetizing.

She served the rice. Ye Feimo washed his hands and came to eat.

Wen Nuan didn’t say anything. Ye Feimo said proudly, "I cleaned the floor."

"It’s just okay."

Ye Feimo smiled happily. Wen Nuan was finally willing to talk to him.

"I have to go on a TV promotion tour tomorrow," Wen Nuan said calmly. "For ten days."

Ye Feimo’s face sank. He looked at her with an expressionless face. Wen Nuan looked up at him calmly. "This was already planned."

"Didn’t you say you weren’t going to do the TV promotion? Zhuo Bingbing, Chen Hang, and Li Chengming are enough," Ye Feimo said angrily. He thought Wen Nuan was no longer angry, but he was wrong.

She didn’t need to be there for ten days. She could go for one or two events and come back, leaving the rest for Zhuo Bingbing and the others. Wen Nuan choosing to go for ten days was clearly to avoid him.

Wen Nuan sighed. "Sister Xiaojing has already spoken with Director Zhang and Hairun. I have to go."

It was fine for her to say she wouldn’t go before, but after winning Best Actress at the Golden Chapter Awards, she was a big name. The crew required her and Chen Xueru to participate in the promotion for *Princess Qinglian*. The TV series needed some buzz, and she and Chen Xueru were a great topic of conversation.

This was already in the contract she signed. Promoting the series was their responsibility.

"Nonsense. What do you mean you have to go? I’ll call Hairun..."

"Ye Feimo!" Wen Nuan’s voice became a little louder. "This is my job."

"You’re clearly trying to avoid me."

"Don’t be so unreasonable!" Wen Nuan was also angry. She lowered her head. "I’m going to pack my things. Lili will pick me up tomorrow morning."

*Clang!*

Ye Feimo slammed his chopsticks on the table. Wen Nuan jumped. He had already turned and gone into the bedroom.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath. She threw her bowl on the table. She had lost her appetite.

The sky slowly darkened. Wen Nuan sat at the dining table for a while, wanting to clean up. When she saw the untouched food on the table, she felt a sense of helplessness. Ye Feimo had only eaten two mouthfuls of rice.

She looked at the bedroom door anxiously. In the afternoon, Zhang Ling had called and said that Ye Feimo hadn’t eaten anything for lunch, which was why she and Cai Xiaojing didn’t eat out and went home to cook.

Her intention was to make a nice dinner and then talk to him about work. She didn’t expect him to get angry as soon as she brought it up.

This was a normal thing. When she promoted *Beauty of the Nation*, she also went on a ten-day tour. Sometimes she would stay on set and not come home every day. Wasn’t this normal?

The problem was that they were in the middle of a cold war. The moment she brought up work, he became sensitive.

Wen Nuan didn’t clean up the table. Ye Feimo was already in bed, sulking under the blankets. She tried to soften her voice. "Feimo, eat before you go to sleep."

Ye Feimo pulled the blanket over his head, covering himself completely. Wen Nuan sneered coldly. "Are you sulking with me? Fine. Eat or don’t. I’m going to throw it all in the trash."

Wen Nuan slammed the door on her way out.