CHAPTER 90: BLOODY EPISODE

With a gentle heart, Cai Xiaojing drove Wen Nuan back to her Mingcheng apartment.

Throughout the journey, Wen Nuan drifted in and out of sleep, overcome by an unusual weariness that had clung to her for days.

Cai Xiaojing glanced at her profile, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Was this genuine exhaustion, or a carefully crafted pretense? It was as if the unsettling incident with Han Bi had completely vanished from her memory. She slept soundly, as if the earlier confrontation held no significance whatsoever.

Cai Xiaojing shook her head slightly. If those defiant words had been broadcast, she couldn’t fathom the ensuing uproar.

"Little Newbie Challenges International Superstar" – what a striking and sensational headline it would make.

The drive to the apartment was quiet. Midway, Director Zhang called, inquiring if Wen Nuan’s matter had been resolved. If so, he needed Cai Xiaojing to return for a night shoot. Cai Xiaojing glanced at the peacefully sleeping Wen Nuan beside her and softly said, "Director Zhang, I’m truly sorry. It was Mrs. Anning who met with Wen Nuan, and their discussion might take longer than expected. I’ll bring her to work promptly at eight tomorrow morning. I apologize for the inconvenience, but could you please be understanding for just tonight?"

Director Zhang didn’t press further and hung up. Cai Xiaojing continued the silent drive back to Mingcheng apartment.

As they arrived at the apartment building, just as Cai Xiaojing was about to gently wake Wen Nuan to go upstairs, Ye Feimo’s car pulled in. He lowered his window and asked, "Where have you been so late?"

Cai Xiaojing considered for a moment and replied, "We’ve been having to rush with night shoots lately."

He frowned, and Cai Xiaojing curiously observed Ye Feimo’s attire. Was it particularly cold today?

Why was Second Young Master Ye wearing a long black trench coat? It gave off an unexpectedly dramatic, almost melancholic air. Good heavens, what time was it? He wouldn’t wear that to work, surely.

Ye Feimo got out of the car, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "And her?"

Cai Xiaojing gestured towards the peacefully slumbering Wen Nuan beside her, who seemed as still as a log. Ye Feimo frowned. As Cai Xiaojing was about to wake Wen Nuan, Ye Feimo raised his hand, walked around the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, slung her bag over his shoulder, and then gently lifted her into his arms to carry her upstairs.

Cai Xiaojing silently watched Ye Feimo carry Wen Nuan into the apartment. Favoritism aside, Second Young Master Ye did seem most suited when he was with Wen Nuan.

Reaching the 44th floor, he swiped his card to enter. Ye Feimo tossed her bag onto the sofa, then carried her directly into the bedroom. This silly girl, why had she become so light? She wasn’t short to begin with, and now she was so terribly thin.

Wen Nuan slept deeply, completely unaware of Ye Feimo’s disapproval of her weight. She snuggled further into the covers, hugging her pillow and continuing to sleep. Ye Feimo turned on the air conditioning and wrung out a warm towel to gently wipe her face.

She remained in her deep slumber, oblivious to everything. Ye Feimo simply watched her sleeping face quietly. She must have been very tired recently.

Her complexion didn’t look very good.

Thinking of the miserable state of Brother Xiong, Brother Qiang, and the others earlier, Ye Feimo felt a little more relieved. He had finally avenged her, even if she didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

He couldn’t quite understand his own feelings, why he felt compelled to avenge her. But no matter what, this girl had been with him for quite some time. Considering the effort she put into making his bento boxes, he should protect her, shouldn’t he?

Wen Nuan sneezed, and Ye Feimo lowered the room temperature slightly.

Wen Nuan’s bedroom was connected to a dressing room. Inside the dressing room was a wooden staircase. Ye Feimo ascended the stairs, lifted a floorboard, and found it connected to his own residence on the 45th floor. The 44th and 45th floors were linked into one home in this peculiar way.

Ye Feimo had his office on the 45th floor, but now he slept and ate on the 44th floor.

When Wen Nuan first moved to the 44th floor, she had thought it was quite good. Even though they were just one floor apart, in such apartments, you could live above or below someone for your entire life and never encounter them. So, she thought her days away from Ye Feimo would be wonderfully peaceful.

Who knew that on her first night after moving in, she would hear noises from the dressing room while she was sleeping? Wen Nuan had been startled. Grabbing her slippers, she had intended to swat whatever it was – she had assumed there were rats on the 44th floor. But then, the door to the connecting floor opened.

Young Master Ye, wearing pajamas and holding a pillow, appeared before her in broad daylight, completely ignoring her stance with the raised slipper, calmly disregarding her as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then proceeded to lie down on her bed.

Wen Nuan was utterly bewildered.

She couldn’t understand why someone who clearly lived on the 45th floor, separated by a layer of flooring, would appear in her bedroom in the middle of the night, as if by magic.

It was a truly chilling thought.

Wen Nuan ran to the dressing room and discovered a newly built wooden staircase. He had connected the 45th and 44th floors before she had even moved in. Wen Nuan silently shed tears. No wonder Young Master Ye had been so calm and indifferent when she moved.

It turned out that whether she moved or not, the result was the same.

They still had to sleep in the same bed at night.

Since the creation of this passage, Young Master Ye’s comings and goings had become incredibly convenient. He slept on the 44th floor and worked on the 45th. Over time, his personal belongings kept moving downstairs.

The final result was that the 45th floor became his study, while the 44th floor was the bedroom and living room.

Wen Nuan had grown accustomed to the second young master’s overbearing nature and was too lazy to chase him away.

She was sound asleep when Ye Feimo’s phone, which had fallen onto the bed, kept ringing. After the second ring, Wen Nuan groggily heard the sound, ghost-like crawled up, grabbed the phone, and answered...

"Feimo, come and be with me, okay? I’m at the bar we used to go to all the time, you..."

Wen Nuan’s mind was a complete muddle. She didn’t realize who was speaking. She thought it was her own phone. She fell back onto the bed, accidentally hitting her head and letting out a soft "ouch." Han Bi’s voice abruptly stopped...

"Who is this? Where’s Feimo?" Her voice carried a hint of urgency and jealousy.

Half-asleep and annoyed by the noise, Wen Nuan grumbled, "It’s too noisy, I’m sleeping!"

She hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and curled up in her blanket to sleep again.

Ye Feimo finished processing two urgent documents and went downstairs. He couldn’t help but rub his forehead. Wen Nuan’s sleeping posture was truly remarkably unsightly. The blanket was twisted into a ball, and her body was mostly exposed to the air.

He couldn’t resist turning up the room temperature again. Just as he was about to change clothes, shower, and go to sleep, his phone rang. Ye Feimo glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowed. He answered and asked coldly, "Han Bi, what is it?"

"You..." Han Bi was surprised. She had thought Wen Nuan would answer again. Although the voice had been somewhat unclear, she could tell it was Wen Nuan. They were indeed together. In the middle of the night, why would Feimo’s phone be beside her?

Han Bi wasn’t a three-year-old child; she naturally knew the reason.

So, what Feimo had said was true. He and Wen Nuan were living together in Mingcheng apartment. After their breakup, she had learned of his identity and had originally wanted to win him back, searching everywhere for his whereabouts. Unfortunately, Cheng Anya hadn’t told her anything.