Chapter 438: What Now?
She was more afraid of Ye Feimo acting like this. She was always afraid that something would happen to him. The calmer he appeared on the outside, the more terrified she was.
No matter how bright and beautiful the outside looks, the inside can be rotten.
The most terrifying thing was that the rot was silent and unnoticed.
By the time it was noticed, it might be too late.
Ye Sanshao brought a glass of juice to Cheng Anya. He glanced at the TV and said, "Don’t watch anymore. Why are you watching if it’s bothering you?"
Cheng Anya didn’t know what to say. She took the cantaloupe juice and drank it. "Aren’t you worried about Feimo? Look at him now. I’m worried that one day the police will call us to identify his body."
"Don’t be so dramatic."
"How is this dramatic?" Cheng Anya shot back. "I wish I could put a listening device on him and know what he’s doing twenty-four hours a day, if he’s safe. Something so big happened, and he has no reaction at all. Is that normal?"
Ye Sanshao grunted. "He hasn’t been normal since he was a kid. Did you expect him to have a normal reaction?"
"Shut up!" Cheng Anya couldn’t help but snap. She didn’t believe that Ye Sanshao wasn’t worried about Ye Feimo. Men were always so stubborn. He was just as worried as she was about their son, but he put on this uncaring face. Was it so embarrassing to admit that he cared about his son?
But then she thought about it. "Maybe it’s for the best that they broke up. I hope Feimo will come to terms with it. It will make me feel a little better. Ningning and Xu Nuo will be back next month. Maybe being together as a family will help Feimo get back on his feet."
Ye Ningyuan’s work handover was almost complete. The First Terror Organization was officially taken over by Kaka, and Xu Nuo had resigned from her position as the head of counter-terrorism. She had stayed in America to wait for Ye Ningyuan to finish up so they could move back and settle down together.
Ye Sanshao frowned. "You should be more worried about his surgery."
When Cheng Anya heard him say that, her heart sank. Bai Ye had called and only told them one thing: to be mentally prepared. Feimo’s condition was not optimistic. Cheng Anya hadn’t hidden anything from Ye Feimo and had told him honestly. She also wanted Ye Feimo to be mentally prepared.
If Bai Ye said it wasn’t optimistic, it definitely wasn’t.
The situation was very bad.
Thinking of this, Cheng Anya hated Han Bi more than ever. She also hated herself for being so considerate of Ye Feimo back then and not doing something sooner. Sometimes she also blamed herself for choosing the wrong method. If she had used a more subtle approach, maybe Feimo would have accepted it better and things wouldn’t have ended up this way.
"I’ve already lost my daughter. I don’t want to lose my son, too..." Cheng Anya murmured. Ye Sanshao’s heart ached.
Hilan and Feimo...
The scenes of them fighting as kids seemed to still be in the living room. Cheng Anya had always been reluctant to change the decor. Seeing these things made her think of them. Even though they didn’t talk about it, they both knew that their daughter was an eternal pain in their hearts.
But they were afraid of upsetting Ye Ningyuan and Xu Nuo, so they never showed it.
Now Feimo was also facing a life-or-death situation, which easily brought up Cheng Anya’s past pain.
People like them had seen so much death when they were young. They were no longer afraid and were mentally prepared. But when it came to their own family, how could they easily talk about death and acceptance?
Hilan had been with them for thirteen years. It would take them a lifetime to heal the wound, let alone Feimo.
"Don’t worry, there will be a turning point."
Cheng Anya sighed. She hoped so.
Ye Feimo was also watching the live broadcast of the press conference. He was in his study on the 45th floor of Mingcheng. The curtains were drawn, making the room dark. Wen Nuan’s makeup was very heavy, but it couldn’t hide her haggardness.
She didn’t cry or say a single word of blame.
She had gone through so much: scandals, divorce, and ending her contract. All of them were negative news. When you held a press conference like this, you would at least shed a tear or two. All actresses did that.
But Wen Nuan didn’t.
She kept a faint smile the entire time. He heard a reporter ask her why she was getting a divorce. Wen Nuan smiled and said it was because their personalities didn’t match.
*Personalities didn’t match.* It was a great excuse. Many people used this as an excuse for divorce. Everyone said their personalities didn’t match. Wen Nuan was no exception because it was the most convincing reason. He had never been willing to respond to the rumors of their divorce.
He knew very clearly in his heart that he and Wen Nuan were over.
He didn’t want to accept it, but he had to.
Wen Nuan’s heartless words still echoed in his ears. And he had a broken body. What was the point of dragging it out if they weren’t going to be together?
He would grant her what she wanted.
He had a hard time in this relationship. It was painful, but it was also happy.
Just as he had said to Wen Nuan, even if it was tiring, he was willing. But Wen Nuan didn’t understand that willingness.
When he was with her, the happiness and joy far outweighed the pain and exhaustion.
But these past few days, he had tasted all the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, painful, and desperate flavors of life.
He finally understood that the greatest sorrow was a heart that had given up all hope.
It turned out that when you were in extreme pain, you couldn’t cry.
It turned out that when a person was sad, they had no emotions.
...
"I will bless him, always bless him, and I’m grateful that he gave me the most brilliant year of my life." That was the last thing Wen Nuan said at the press conference. Wen Nuan’s words pierced Ye Feimo’s heart like a knife.
*Blessings...*
*Do you even know how to give blessings?*
*Divorce is your so-called blessing, Wen Nuan. You’re too heartless.*
In that moment, he hated Wen Nuan.
He hated Wen Nuan deeply. He had never hated Han Bi. He was just angry about her leaving and abandoning him. But Wen Nuan... his love and hatred for her were so intertwined that he didn’t even know if he loved her more or hated her more.
This was not just the most brilliant year of her life. It was also the most brilliant year of his.
One brilliant year, a hundred dark years.
Perhaps this was her and his fate.
He didn’t make a big scene or have an emotional breakdown this time, but he couldn’t lie to himself.
His wounded heart was bleeding every single second.
Every single second, he was thinking about the woman who had hurt it.
In a man’s and woman’s relationship, the person who gives more is the one who gets hurt.
He brought this upon himself.
*If I hadn’t loved you so much, how great would that be?*
Ye Feimo let out a strange laugh. He would never love anyone again.
And he would never be happy again.
He looked at the photo frame on his desk. Wen Nuan was smiling brightly in the picture. Although his expression wasn’t very good, they looked so good together. Their eyes seemed to be filled with happiness, almost overflowing.
Their love was so deep back then.
*Wen Nuan, do you really not love me anymore?*
Ye Feimo held his stomach, which was aching more and more frequently. The physical and emotional pain, the dual torture... Ye Feimo knew that his illness had gotten worse and had acted up earlier than expected.