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that the remote control in her own home was invincible.Her own TV was also unbeatable. When Ye Feimo was in a bad mood, she would take the remote and keep pressing it, flipping channels non-stop. Bas...Mingcheng Apartments, 44th floor.

Outside, the streetlamps were just beginning to glow, stars glittering in the sky. But inside, it was pitch black, a heavy darkness pressing down on everyone, making it hard to breathe. Occasionally, a white light flashed within, the reflection of the television screen flickering on the walls.

Ye Fei didn't sit in front of the television, constantly pressing the remote control. He didn't know what he wanted to watch, just pressed it with a blank expression.

He switched channels so fast, he hadn't even heard the sound before he moved on.

The light from the television cast a pale, hazy glow on his face. Ye Feimo stared intently at the screen, gradually slowing his pace as he pressed the buttons. This time, he waited for sound before changing the channel.

Except for the sound of the television, there was no other noise inside.

His familiar busyness was gone, the familiar scent was gone, and the familiar people were gone. Suddenly, he felt that this house was terribly quiet.

It's nine o'clock.

The warmth hasn't returned, and his phone was beside him, not ringing.

He remembered that she hadn't been working overtime recently and wouldn't be at the film set. He didn't call Cai Xiajing or Wenwen. He thought, Wenwen would call him, right If she was busy, she would call him every night to remind him to eat and not go hungry. Every day, he waited for her calls and listening to her voice had become a kind of enjoyment.

But now, her voice is gone.

His world seemed to lose its sound.

It's so late, she hasn't come back and she hasn't called. Is she not planning to return

As soon as he thought about this possibility, Ye Fei Mo couldn't calm down. His fingers flew across the keyboard, the screen flashing on and off, making his eyes dizzy.

It's possible the phone is out of battery.

He took it over and saw that there were still four grids of electricity.

Ye Fei leaned against the sofa in a state of melancholy, it was so quiet, only the sound of the television broke the stillness.

My stomach hurts a bit.

He hadn't eaten anything in the morning, and at noon he had no appetite and didn't eat anything. He also didn't eat dinner because no one cooked for him. His stomach ached even worse. Ye Feimo curled up on the sofa, sweating profusely from the pain.

He was thinking, that night when he had a stomachache, Wen warmly bought him medicine, milk tea, and donuts, and happily spent a wonderful evening with him. How come she's not here today

My stomach hurts tonight. Does anyone want to buy him medicine, donuts, or bubble tea Probably not.

It hurts.

Why did he have to say those awful things to her Maybe if he hadn't, Warmth wouldn't have left.

Ye Fei's stomach ached terribly, but she couldn't help but wonder, if Wen Nuan left, would she ever come back

She doesn't have to live here.

Shall I stop cooking for him

He was even going crazy missing her.

Unable to bear the pain, Ye Fei Mo took out stomach medicine from his pocket and swallowed it randomly. He lay on the sofa drenched in cold sweat.

You better not come back, you stupid idiot. Otherwise, see how I'll deal with you.

Ye Fei mo was enduring a stomach ache while cursing inwardly. He looked like he didn't have any strength at all, yet he still put on a fierce expression.

On the TV was playing "Breaking Up," those sad lyrics made Ye Fei's heart restless, he picked up the remote and smashed it towards the TV, maybe because of his stomach ache, he didn't hit accurately, and smashed against the vase next to the TV.

Cheng Anya opened the door to the 45th floor, the room was dark. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, how come she couldn't see anyone

She walked around the room, intending to put the food she had bought in the refrigerator, but who knew the refrigerator was empty, with nothing inside, as if no one lived there. Wasn't Mo or Wen warming taking care of it

She dialed Yè Fěimò's phone number, and it rang once before being picked up. “Wen Nuan, come back quickly to cook!”

The son yelled at her in a menacing tone.

Cheng Anya murmured, "I'm at the apartment. Where are you"

She was just wandering around the upper floors when she suddenly discovered the passage. Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow, remembering that Warmth seemed to live on the 44th floor. It turned out that someone had connected these two floors.

Quite skillful, huh

"Mom" Ye Fei Mo was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected it to be Cheng Anya. Cheng Anya had already gone downstairs, walked through the bedroom, and came to the living room. Ye Fei Mo was still lying on the sofa and didn't react much.

Cheng Anya turned on the light and was startled. She hurriedly snatched the remote from his hand and turned off the TV.

"What are you doing Is your stomach hurting Go to the hospital." Cheng Anya said in a deep voice, pretending to help him up. Ye Feimo shook his head and refused to go, "Mommy, I'm fine, I took medicine."

Cheng Anyu was both heartbroken and angry. Seeing the shattered pieces of television in front of her, she knew it must have been Mo Fei who had gotten angry again.

"You little brat, can't you give me a break" Cheng Anya wiped the sweat from his head and ran upstairs to get the food, putting it in the fridge before immediately cooking for him.

Cheng Anya's culinary skills were never great, and the food she made wasn't particularly delicious.

However, it's still acceptable to have congee.

She cooked seafood congee for Ye Feimo.

I stir-fried asparagus, Ye Fei Mo's favorite, and called him over to eat. Ye Fei Mo didn't have much of an appetite. Cheng Anya glared at him with her eyes wide, "Come here!"

He walked past with a blank expression and sat down to eat.

"Where's Wenwen" Cheng Anyu asked, guessing the two must have had an argument, it was so late and Wenwen wasn't home yet.

Ye Fei didn't answer, staying silent. He lowered his head to sip the seafood congee. Cheng Anya pursed her lips, "Did you have a fight"

If it's a fight, that's fine, but it's not really a fight.

Strictly speaking, it was him who cursed Warmth. She didn't say a word back. Now he even hoped that Warmth would come back and scold him properly, at least so that his heart would feel a little better.

"Feimo, do you like warmth or not" Cheng Anya asked.

"I don't know!" Ye Fei Mo said angrily, Cheng Anya laughed, "What do you mean I don't know If you like it, just two words, if you don't like it, three words, how can there be a saying that you don't know"

"Just don't know!" Ye Feimo said five words, Cheng Anya was choked with anger.

"With your attitude, don't expect any girl to like you. Even if someone does, who could stand your temper" Cheng Anya couldn't help but lecture him. "You can even scare away warm and kind children. Let me tell you, I've already chosen this wife for you, you need to chase her back home, or you're dead."

Ye Fei's lips twitched, "You like to chase, oh, Daddy won't let you chase."

Cheng Anya almost reached out to throw him into the seafood congee, but seeing that he wasn't feeling well, she spared him for now.