The moment Ye Feimo saw Wen Nuan, his initial feeling wasn't blame, but worry—had she been bullied? Was she sad, upset, scared?
So when Wen Nuan threw herself into his arms, he held her tightly, and at that moment, he felt a sense of relief.
His clumsy little girl, when in danger, would instinctively turn to him. When hurt, she would uncontrollably seek comfort in his embrace. He felt a surge of something akin to happiness.
However, that chaotic scene also reminded him of Han Bi from a few years ago.
It reminded him of all the different kinds of women he had encountered over the years, all striving to climb the ladder, their tactics, their scheming. He couldn't help but feel angry...
It was as if history was repeating itself.
He inherently held some prejudice against artists.
Perhaps Wen Nuan had gone out to drink and sing willingly. Maybe she only resisted and caused such a commotion because Brother Xiong had gone too far.
