Wen Nuan turned her head to look at him and just felt his perfect profile was somewhat familiar under the light, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't recognize you."
Soaked in the rain, Wen Nuan looked quite disheveled.
The man turned his face towards her, and Wen Nuan's complexion was paler than a ghost's as he coldly spit out three words under her panic-stricken gaze, "Ye Feimo!"
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Even upon getting into the car, Wen Nuan still didn't know how to express her shock.
Was he really Ye Feimo?
There was a financial magazine in the lobby on the ground floor. She flipped it open casually and saw a photo of Ye Feimo. No wonder she thought his profile looked familiar; in person, he was even more perfect than in the pictures. Refined features, deep eyes, a straight nose, and perfectly curved lips combined to form a highly charming face. His facial lines were soft, yet somehow they imposed a suffocating strength and dominance.
His air mixed elegance, dominance, and indifference, creating a unique allure of power and grace, laziness and coldness.
Ye Feimo, the president of Anning International, the most eligible bachelor in Ming City.
Rumor had it that he was ruthless and iron-fisted.
It was said that he was suave and had women as plentiful as his clothes, and many female celebrities under the Anning International Group had been linked romantically with him.
There were whispers that all of his rumored girlfriends were from the entertainment circle and that he discarded them heartlessly after having his fun.
Furthermore, the international megastar Ye Yan was reportedly deeply entangled with him. In other words, he did not discriminate between genders in his romantic pursuits.
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Regarding the rumors about Ye Feimo, she only started to ponder them after she found out about the advertisement; these were all gossip she heard from classmates or read in entertainment newspapers.
Had he recognized her?
The journey passed in silence. Wen Nuan was drenched from the rain and looked a complete mess. The aura exuding from Ye Feimo was too overpowering; despite her bravery, it made her quite restrained. The memories of that night were too hazy; she hadn't seen clearly who it was, but those shameful moves and sensations were now vivid as if replaying in her mind, causing Wen Nuan's face to burn as if on fire.
Ye Feimo looked straight ahead, his deep eyes betraying no emotions, as he brought Wen Nuan to an apartment building in Ming City.