Wen Nuan slammed the door and stormed out, her anger flaring up in waves. Had she known earlier, she would have just eaten with Cai Xiaojing outside and spared herself the effort. Ye Feimo's most detestable trait was his habit of not eating when upset, and he never considered his own condition.
As she was disposing of the food, Ye Feimo came out of the bedroom. Wen Nuan stopped what she was doing and looked at him coldly. Ye Feimo approached and obediently ate his meal. Wen Nuan had completely lost her appetite, so she tossed her plate aside and sat opposite him. The food had gone cold, but she couldn't bring herself to be too heartless. She reheated it in the microwave and brought it back to the table. Ye Feimo sat silently, and Wen Nuan figured he had nothing to say.
She wasn't hungry and only sipped her soup. No matter how angry she was, she wouldn't let him dine alone, desolately. Ye Feimo didn't like that feeling, and neither did she.
