CHAPTER 355: CALL FROM A STRANGER

The TV show *Princess of the Pure Lotus* premiered on MBS International and achieved good results. Although the ratings didn’t break MBS International’s record, it held the top spot in the country for its time slot. The show became a huge hit, sparking a new wave of historical dramas. Zhuo Bingbing, Wen Nuan, and the other main actors became popular again.

Wen Nuan was very happy. She felt especially proud after the ratings came out. *Princess of the Pure Lotus* quickly became the number one trending topic on various websites. Ye Feimo came out after his shower. Wen Nuan was already watching the show, contributing to the ratings. The bandage on her eye had just been removed today. For the past few nights, she could only use one eye, so she wasn’t in the mood to watch TV. It was too tiring.

Her cornea injury wasn’t very serious, and it had recovered very well. Her eyesight wasn’t affected at all.

"Feimo, come watch TV," Wen Nuan said excitedly, waving him over. Ye Feimo’s hair was still dripping wet. Wen Nuan took his towel and helped him dry his hair. "Why are you watching this episode? You barely had any screen time."

"Who cares? Look at your wife’s costume. Doesn’t she look like an angel?" Wen Nuan said proudly, praising her own costume. She thought she looked like an immortal fairy in historical dramas.

"Show-off," Ye Feimo said with a smile, leaning back comfortably. Wen Nuan helped him dry his hair and massaged him, making him feel very comfortable. They watched TV and chatted, enjoying themselves.

"Mommy said she’s bringing you home for dinner tomorrow."

"Okay," Wen Nuan said with a big smile. "Mommy must be a great cook."

Ye Feimo said, "Mommy is a terrible cook. Daddy is the great cook."

"...Who does the housework?"

"My brother used to, and then my daddy did," Ye Feimo said honestly. Wen Nuan looked up at the ceiling. She couldn’t imagine her father-in-law, Third Young Master Ye, an incredible figure in her mind, wearing an apron and cooking.

*He actually...*

"Mommy is so lucky. Why don’t you cook?" Wen Nuan asked seriously after feeling envious.

Ye Feimo frowned. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis. "My daddy is a better cook. Mommy doesn’t want to make me work like a slave."

"That’s okay. I don’t mind. Starting tomorrow, you have to learn how to cook. Just one dish a week is fine," Wen Nuan said, giving him a task.

Ye Feimo immediately rejected her idea. "No."

"The lady of the house makes the rules. You don’t have the right to say no," Wen Nuan said, drying his hair and throwing the towel. "Your brother and your dad both cook, but you don’t. That’s not right. You have to be more like them."

Ye Feimo huffed coldly. He suddenly grabbed Wen Nuan’s hand and pulled her toward him. Wen Nuan fell into his arms. Ye Feimo didn’t hesitate to kiss her red lips and his hands weren’t being honest, slipping into her clothes.

The lights in the living room were bright, and her TV show was still on. Wen Nuan was very embarrassed. She pushed him a few times. Ye Feimo wouldn’t give up and continued to cling to her. The two of them were fooling around on the couch. A moment later, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

"Nuan, let’s have a baby."

"Did you ask for my opinion?" Wen Nuan snorted. "If I had been lucky, I would have gotten pregnant a long time ago. Besides, you’ve been using condoms. If we have a baby, it has to be after I finish filming *Liang Hongyu*. You’re not going to make me act with a big belly, are you?"

"I hate those things," Ye Feimo said, as he entered her body...

"You beast!"

The next day when she woke up, Ye Feimo had already gone to work. Her body felt like it was falling apart and was extremely sore. She didn’t want to get up until noon. Ye Feimo was a beast. He was only abstinent for half a month, but he was so rough. Her body was seriously protesting against being overused. Cai Xiaojing called to urge her to go to the company. Wen Nuan couldn’t get up, so she just rested on her stomach.

During her lunch break, Ye Feimo actually came home. Wen Nuan was still in a deep sleep when he woke her up with a kiss. She knew it was him. If she had the strength, she would have slapped him like a mosquito.

"Why are you home for lunch?"

"I was talking to someone nearby, so I just came back," Ye Feimo said, gently kissing the butterfly on her shoulder. "Wake up and let’s eat together."

"Did you cook?"

"Takeout."

"...I’ll just close my eyes for a little bit."

When Wen Nuan woke up again, it was half an hour later. Ye Feimo had to help her put on clothes and get up. The two of them were messing around and almost ended up back in bed. Wen Nuan yawned and got up to eat the pizza Ye Feimo had bought...

*Junk food.*

*This man never eats junk food.*

"Why are you eating pizza?"

"I didn’t know what to buy, so I bought pizza. And a fruit salad. Do you want some wine? Should I pour you a glass?"

"No." Wen Nuan grabbed a piece of pizza and ate it, yawning the whole time.

Ye Feimo looked at her and laughed. "You can perk up a little later. We have training at the company this afternoon. Cai Xiaojing has already arranged for a teacher. We can go home for dinner together after work."

"Got it." Wen Nuan planned to eat, then sleep some more, and then go to the company at 4 p.m. She could just mess around for a bit and he would be off work, so they could go home together. "This is all your fault. If you do this again, you’re dead."

"It’s your fault for not satisfying me," Ye Feimo said matter-of-factly.

Wen Nuan rolled her eyes at him. The phone in the bedroom rang. She yawned and went to answer it. It was an unknown number. Wen Nuan lay on the bed and answered. "Hello, this is Wen Nuan. Who is this?"

A faint laugh came from the other end of the line. "Is your eye okay?"

The voice was a little unfamiliar. It was very pleasant, deep and magnetic, and gentle, like a spring breeze. It was very comforting to listen to. Wen Nuan thought about it for a while but couldn’t recognize whose voice it was. "Much better. It’s fine. May I ask who you are?"

"Du Di."

"Oh, Mr. Du..." Wen Nuan thought to herself, *Who is Du Di?* She had just asked herself the question when it clicked. Wen Nuan replied smoothly, "Thank you so much for the other day. I didn’t get a chance to thank you."

"I thought you forgot about me."

"How could I?" Wen Nuan said with a laugh, feeling a little guilty. If he hadn’t called, she probably really would have forgotten. "How did you get my private number?"

"It was simple. I just looked it up," Du Di said with a laugh.

Wen Nuan was confused. *He just looked it up? Where? On Google? Can I look up the American president’s number?* He was too powerful. Wen Nuan put away her questions. "Mr. Du, is there something you need?"