Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Looking at Nan Weiwei's resolute yet pained expression, Xu Xiaoxiao was anxious but also somewhat at a loss.

She gently tugged at Nan Weiwei's sleeve, her voice tinged with urgency and earnestness, and said cautiously, "Weiwei, how about we call Nan Yifeng over and ask him what's going on? If we just break up like this without any clear understanding, we might regret it later."

"Maybe there really is a huge misunderstanding here. He may have his own difficulties, but he just hasn't had a chance to explain it to you properly yet. Let's give him a chance, and give your relationship a chance, okay?"

As Xu Xiaoxiao spoke, she sighed inwardly.

She didn't really know how to continue advising him, since she herself didn't have much experience in matters of the heart.

When she liked Fu Yanchen before, she was like a timid little rabbit, carefully hiding that feeling deep in her heart, not daring to reveal it even slightly.

Later, she was framed by the Lu family, but Fu Yanchen personally sent her to prison.

At that moment, she felt as if her world had collapsed, and her feelings for Fu Yanchen vanished in an instant, leaving her heart utterly broken.

Later, Fu Yanchen came to pursue her again, but she still had a knot in her heart and didn't know how to face him. Later, Fu Yanchen risked his life to save her several times, and her heart was slowly melted. So now he doesn't know how to persuade Nan Weiwei.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, her eyes were empty and dull, her face was covered with tear stains, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks.

She seemed not to hear Xu Xiaoxiao's words, mechanically and blankly shaking her head, muttering, "Xiaoxiao, no, I... I never want to see him again... I don't want to see him... Now, whenever I see him, I think of the scene of him kissing Li Shanshan in the car, and those moments when he might have betrayed me. My heart aches like it's being cut by a knife. I don't want to suffer like this anymore, Xiaoxiao, I really can't do it."

Xu Xiaoxiao felt both heartache and anxiety when she saw Nan Weiwei's appearance.

She knew very well that Nan Weiwei was in a state of extreme emotional fluctuation at this moment, as if she might explode at any moment.

As for herself, she was six months pregnant, which put her in a rather special physical condition, restricting and affecting many of her movements.

Therefore, although she really wanted to go up and comfort Nan Weiwei, she didn't dare to approach her easily, for fear that she might accidentally touch the unborn little life and cause some unexpected consequences or dangers.

After all, for any expectant mother, the safety of the fetus in her womb is always the top priority!

She gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "Weiwei! Calm down. Why don't you sit down and wait for Nan Yifeng to come? Let's sit down and talk things out calmly. Maybe everything will be alright. It's not good for your health if you get so agitated."

But Nan Weiwei acted as if she hadn't heard anything, still immersed in her own world of pain, her body trembling slightly, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoxiao became increasingly anxious. She knew that if things continued like this, Nan Weiwei might do something impulsive.

She looked anxiously at Mrs. Hou, who was standing not far away, her eyes revealing a hint of worry and tension.

She winked at Madam Hou quickly and almost imperceptibly, and frowned slightly, signaling to Madam Hou to immediately go and find Fu Yanchen for help.

Hou's mother understood, nodded, and hurriedly turned and left the room.

As Xu Xiaoxiao watched Hou's mother's departing figure, she silently prayed in her heart: Fu Yanchen, please come quickly, I, a pregnant woman, really can't handle this situation.

Fu Yanchen was sitting in his study, focused on processing some important documents, surrounded by piles of spread-out materials and computer screens flashing with data.

When Mrs. Hou rushed in, she breathlessly gave a brief account of Nan Weiwei's situation. Her expression immediately turned serious as she worried about Xiaoxiao's health.

He stood up abruptly, causing the chair to slide backward a short distance, screeching as it scraped against the ground.

He didn't bother to tidy up the mess on the table, and strode towards the living room, with only one thought in his mind: he had to have a serious talk with Nan Weiwei, and he couldn't let her misunderstand Nan Yifeng like this. He firmly believed that Nan Yifeng was not the kind of person who would easily betray a relationship, and there must be some huge misunderstanding involved. He didn't want these two to go through so many hardships like he and Xu Xiaoxiao before they were together.

At the same time, Nan Yifeng dismissed Li Shanshan and rushed to the Fu family to pick up Nan Weiwei and take her home.

He floored the accelerator, and the car sped past like a burning meteor, the wheels screeching against the ground.

At this moment, his speed was approaching the limit that the vehicle could withstand, but he still could not calm down. This woman, Li Shanshan, had launched a fierce and domineering attack on him without any warning!

It all happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to react before she hugged him tightly and kissed him forcefully.

This sudden intrusion shocked him, and anger welled up inside him.

He felt like a frightened wild beast, his hair standing on end and every nerve taut.

At the same time, an indescribable unease spread from the bottom of his heart, as if countless ants were gnawing at his skin, making him restless and feeling like he had thorns in his back.

He frowned deeply, his face filled with pain and disgust, his hands hanging limply at his sides as if all his strength had been drained away.

After a long while, he seemed to finally come to his senses, and suddenly raised his hand and began to frantically and forcefully wipe his lips, as if trying to wipe away the feeling that had made him so disgusted that he almost vomited.

Nan Yifeng strode into the Fu family's gate, his brows still tightly furrowed, his face full of displeasure and irritation.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, still immersed in his terrible experience, so much so that he didn't immediately notice Nan Weiwei's state in the living room.

He just kept walking mechanically, still thinking about how to get rid of Li Shanshan, completely unaware of the strange atmosphere around him.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly ahead, her face covered with tears, and her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms. She looked like a flower ravaged by a storm, fragile and helpless.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat next to her, gently putting her arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but Nan Weiwei seemed to have lost her soul, showing no reaction to anything around her.

Fu Yanchen strode into the living room and immediately saw Nan Weiwei's distraught appearance. A wave of fear washed over him; he knew he was doomed.

He was about to speak when he saw Nan Yifeng enter.

He quickly gave Nan Yifeng a wink, signaling him to be quiet, then walked up to Nan Weiwei and said softly, "Weiwei, I heard you misunderstood Nan Yifeng. Don't worry, let me finish. I believe Nan Yifeng isn't that kind of person. He's always been devoted to you. There must be some misunderstanding. Let's clarify things first, okay?"

Nan Weiwei heard Fu Yanchen's voice and slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with confusion and pain.

She looked at Fu Yanchen, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't say a word.

Nan Yifeng finally noticed Nan Weiwei's unusual behavior and realized his oversight, feeling a pang of guilt.

He quickly stepped forward, wanting to explain, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know where to begin.

"Weiwei, what's wrong?"

Nan Yifeng had just recovered slightly from the annoyance of being forcibly kissed by Li Shanshan when he entered the room. Because he didn't notice Nan Weiwei immediately, he lost his usual sharpness and asked a question with a mix of confusion and concern.

Her voice revealed her concern for Nan Weiwei, but she seemed somewhat at a loss due to the sudden situation.

This question had an unexpected impact. Nan Weiwei, who was already immersed in pain and despair, exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide open, her eye sockets red as if they were about to bleed, her gaze filled with anger and humiliation.

She stood up with great effort, her body trembling slightly with excitement, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

She yelled at Nan Yifeng at the top of her lungs, "Nan Yifeng, you bastard! How dare you ask me what happened? Don't you know what you've done?"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate the entire room; every word was filled with her inner pain and despair.

Fu Yanchen watched this scene from the side, and his heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Nan Weiwei was currently in a very unstable emotional state, and Xu Xiaoxiao was pregnant. If they were to fight, it would agitate Xu Xiaoxiao, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

He didn't care about anything else, rushed forward, grabbed Nan Yifeng's arm, and forcefully pulled him aside.

His face was terribly grim, his eyes filled with anxiety and reproach. He lowered his voice but spoke with an undeniable sternness: "Yi Feng... what the hell did you do? Don't go too far! Look at the state Weiwei is in now. If you really did something to wrong her, explain it to her right now, don't add fuel to the fire!"

Nan Yifeng was still a little dazed when Fu Yanchen pulled and tugged at him.

He frowned, his face full of doubt, his eyes darting back and forth between Fu Yanchen and Nan Weiwei, trying to find the answer from their expressions.

He forcefully shook off Fu Yanchen's hand and said somewhat urgently, "Yanchen, what are you talking about? What did I do? I didn't do anything today, so how did it become that I'm sorry to Weiwei? Can you explain yourself clearly?"

His voice carried a hint of grievance and bewilderment, clearly finding the sudden accusation baffling.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei was still standing in the same spot, her body trembling incessantly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Looking at Nan Yifeng's bewildered and innocent expression, her anger flared even more: "You're still pretending? I've seen the photos. You and Li Shanshan were kissing in the car. Are you still trying to deny it? You liar, I must have been blind to believe you!"

As she spoke, she became agitated again, swaying and nearly falling.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoxiao quickly stepped forward to support her, gently comforting her with her eyes full of worry.

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, Nan Yifeng's face turned deathly pale. He finally understood what was going on...

Nan Yifeng was stunned. He stood there motionless, as if he had been frozen in place.

His eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and panic, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

His blood began to boil, rushing upwards from his feet, making his cheeks instantly burn. His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost making it hard for him to breathe.

His lips trembled slightly, his voice trembling with urgency: "Weiwei...you...you know?! Let me explain, it's not what you think! Her and I..."

Nan Weiwei was originally filled with anger and despair, but after the confrontation, that impulsive energy seemed to be suddenly pulled away, and she suddenly calmed down. This... made Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen a little scared.

Her tone still carried anger, like thick, unyielding ink, weighing heavily on every word.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes cold and resolute, staring directly at Nan Yifeng, and said, word by word:

"Nan Yifeng, hehe, it's not what I thought? Then what is it?"

"It was her... she did it when I wasn't looking... I just don't know how she got photographed."

"Hehe, what a coincidence, Nan Yifeng. Every time I sit in your passenger seat, you treat it like a treasure, saying it's my exclusive spot. But now? Has another woman sat in that seat? Maybe she was even doing those shady things with you in the car."

Nan Weiwei became more and more excited as she spoke, her body trembling slightly, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

But she forced back her tears and continued, "I trusted you so much, I gave you everything, and what did you do? You cheated on me with other women, plunging me into despair time and time again. Now, I don't want to hear your lies anymore. Let's end it here, let's break up."

As Nan Yifeng listened to Nan Weiwei's words, his head was buzzing, as if countless bees were flying around his ears.

His face turned deathly pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled even more violently.

He tried to explain, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He took two steps forward, trying to reach out and take Nan Weiwei's hand, but Nan Weiwei forcefully shook him off.

"Don't touch me!" Nan Weiwei shouted, her eyes filled with disgust and determination. "From now on, we'll go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the room, her steps hurried, as if looking at Nan Yifeng even once more would cause her more pain.

Nan Yifeng stood there blankly, watching Nan Weiwei's departing figure, his heart filled with regret and self-blame. He knew that he had really hurt Nan Weiwei's heart this time, but he didn't know how to make up for it.

Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao...