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

Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao stood by, watching Nan Weiwei turn away resolutely, their hearts pounding with anxiety. They knew that Nan Weiwei's stubbornness and heartbreak at this moment could very well lead to the end of their relationship.

Almost at the same moment, the two shouted at Nan Yifeng in unison, "Nan Yifeng, why aren't you hurrying up and bringing them back?"

The voice was urgent and loud, as if carrying an unquestionable command, yet also filled with worry and anxiety about their relationship.

Nan Yifeng, who had been standing there in a daze, was instantly brought back to his senses by Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao's shouts.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, quickly followed by unwavering determination.

He disregarded everything else and hurriedly ran outside, his steps rapid and frantic, each step filled with an urgent desire to win back Nan Weiwei.

He knew in his heart that if he couldn't win Nan Weiwei back this time, he might lose her forever.

Nan Weiwei wiped away her tears and walked towards the garage while crying.

Her steps were unsteady, and her body trembled slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, but she paid no heed to wipe them away, mechanically walking toward the garage.

Her mind was in turmoil, filled with pain, despair, and a strange sense of relief.

When those two cold and ruthless words came out of Nan Weiwei's mouth, she knew perfectly well that there was no way out!

Like a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, or an incomparably sharp blade suddenly cleaved down, instantly shattering her beautiful memories of the past with Nan Yifeng into pieces.

Like an unstoppable torrent, it completely shattered the last glimmer of hope she held for this relationship deep within her heart.

She would never forget that night, when the moonlight, like water, spilled through the window, illuminating the gentle yet resolute face in the room.

Nan Yifeng held her hand tightly, his eyes deep and sincere, and solemnly told her, "Some words shouldn't be said lightly, especially the word 'break up'."

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them became exceptionally quiet, with only their breathing mingling together.

At that time, his eyes were full of seriousness and doting. He gently stroked her hair and told her that if these words were spoken, they might hurt each other.

But now, she has uttered those two words herself, as if she has shattered a beautiful dream.

She didn't know why she had come to this point. Perhaps it was those photos, or perhaps it was the doubts and suspicions that made her lose her mind in pain and despair.

Nan Weiwei walked to the garage, opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

The car slowly drove out of the garage, her eyes staring blankly ahead, unsure of where to go.

Meanwhile, Nan Yifeng was running desperately toward the garage. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked through, but he didn't care about that. He only had one thought in his mind: he had to catch up with Nan Weiwei, explain things to her, and salvage their relationship.

As Nan Yifeng ran, he shouted Nan Weiwei's name loudly: "Weiwei! Weiwei! Let me explain, things really aren't what you think!"

His voice echoed in the air, but it was unclear whether Nan Weiwei could hear it.

His steps quickened, and his heart pounded harder and harder, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.

He watched the car gradually disappear into the distance, his heart filled with fear and despair, afraid that this time he would really lose Nan Weiwei forever.

Fortunately, Fu Yanchen's garage has an advanced intelligent system that allows him to remotely control the opening and closing of the gate.

Fu Yanchen reacted quickly, pulling out the remote control and shouting at the security guard, "Quickly, close the garage door!" His voice was decisive and left no room for argument.

The security guard reacted extremely quickly, immediately pressing the switch. The garage door, which had been slowly opening, slammed shut with a loud rumble, temporarily trapping Nan Weiwei's car inside.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng was running all the way, his hair was soaked with sweat, strands of it stuck to his forehead, and his face was full of anxiety and panic.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to my body. With every step I took, I could hear my own heart pounding.

When he finally reached the car, he was already panting heavily. He put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said urgently, "Weiwei, listen to me."

His voice carried a hint of pleading, as if he were afraid that Nan Weiwei would disappear from his world again.

Nan Weiwei sat in the driver's seat, her eyes cold and resolute. She forcefully pushed open the car door, got out of the car, and then shoved Nan Yifeng away, shouting, "Get out! I don't want to hear it. I hate being deceived."

Her voice was sharp and shrill, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with anger and disappointment.

Her body trembled slightly with excitement, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

Nan Weiwei admitted that after her accident, her world was shrouded in a thick gloom.

The hurts she had suffered and the painful experiences she had endured made her completely lose hope in relationships.

She felt that there was no one in the world she could trust anymore, and that there was no true love anymore.

She shut herself off, refusing to contact the outside world, like a wounded little animal licking its wounds alone.

It was Nan Yifeng who, through his words and actions and the passage of time, slowly shone into Nan Weiwei's cold world like a ray of warm sunshine.

He would stay by Nan Weiwei's side when she was lonely, comfort and encourage her when she was sad, and share her joy when she was happy.

With his genuine and unwavering actions, he gradually broke down the seemingly impenetrable defenses in Nan Weiwei's heart, causing her to slowly lower her guard against men; moreover, he successfully proved himself to her.

Even after countless storms and setbacks, true and pure love still exists in this vast world!

And so, Nan Weiwei, who had been heartbroken and utterly despondent, finally rekindled her hope and looked forward to a bright and beautiful tomorrow.

Nan Yifeng also often patiently advised Nan Weiwei not to dwell on the things that had already happened—no matter how much pain or loss they had caused her, she should put them all behind her.

After all, life is short. If you are always stuck in the past and can't get out of it, you will only waste your precious time and opportunities!

He would take Nan Weiwei to various activities, allowing her to meet different people and experience different things, so that she could regain her confidence and smile.

He would patiently listen to Nan Weiwei's feelings and help her relieve her inner troubles and worries.

With his help, Nan Weiwei gradually emerged from the shadows of the past, became more cheerful, and a bright smile returned to her face.

But now, all that beauty has vanished because of those photos and doubts.

Nan Weiwei felt that her trust had been trampled on once again, and her heart had been wounded again.

Looking at the man she had once trusted and relied on, she was filled with anger and despair. She didn't want to hear his explanations anymore; she just wanted to escape this place that caused her so much pain.

Nan Yifeng's chest heaved violently, as if an unnamed rage was raging within him, burning his internal organs with pain.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on his arms bulged out like volcanoes about to erupt, containing endless energy.

His eyes were filled with hurt and resentment, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate Nan Weiwei's body and reach the depths of her heart.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an undisguised pain: "Weiwei, do you really think I'm so worthless? I once solemnly and earnestly told you my feelings: I have absolutely no connection with her!"

"Whether in terms of emotions or actions, I have never crossed the line! I can swear on my heart that from beginning to end, I have never had the slightest impure thought towards her, let alone done anything to betray you or hurt you!"

Nan Yifeng's brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to excitement.

He slightly raised his chin, trying to make his voice sound more confident, but his slightly trembling tone still betrayed his inner panic: "Weiwei, do you remember? Every time I meet with a member of the opposite sex, I always inform you in advance, just in case you misunderstand."

“I rarely spend time alone with them. Even when there is a necessary contact for work, I will bring other colleagues along. I thought this would reassure you and make you believe that my feelings for you are unique and unwavering.”

A hint of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes, like a traveler lost in a dark forest, unable to find a way out.

"But what about you? Why don't you believe me? What do those photos prove? It was just a misunderstanding, a matter of angle. She suddenly leaned in, and before I could react, those photos were taken. My first thought was to explain to you, but you didn't give me a chance at all; you sentenced me to death right away."

Nan Yifeng's voice gradually rose, tinged with anger and grievance: "Am I really such an untrustworthy person in your heart? We've shared so many wonderful times together, those sweet memories, those days of supporting each other, are they all less valuable than these few photos?"

"I've given so much for you, tried so hard to make you happy, tried so hard to give you a sense of security, but in the end, you're going to give up on our relationship because of a misunderstanding."

His body trembled slightly, like a leaf swaying in the autumn wind, about to be blown away at any moment.

He looked at Nan Weiwei, his eyes filled with expectation, hoping she could give him an explanation, hoping she could believe him, and hoping they could return to the beautiful times they had shared in the past.

But Nan Weiwei just looked at him coldly, her eyes without a ripple, which made Nan Yifeng's heart sink to the bottom.

He didn't understand why, despite his hard work, he still couldn't earn Nan Weiwei's trust.

"Nan Yifeng, stop talking, let's break up!"

Nan Weiwei suddenly raised her head, staring straight at Nan Yifeng. Her gaze was like a cold glint in the night, revealing an undeniable determination.

Her lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

At this moment, she was like a volcano about to erupt, and the pain and disappointment that had been building up inside her for so long were finally released.

The doubts and anxieties she had deliberately ignored before suddenly overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, leaving her with no reason to continue in this relationship.

Upon hearing this, Nan Yifeng was struck dumb, his body instantly freezing in place.

His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a moment.

After a long while, he slowly came to his senses, his voice pleading and trembling, each word seeming to be uttered with all his strength: "Weiwei, has this really reached the point of no return? Can't you give us another chance to explain? Even just let me say a few words!"

He held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with pleading and resentment.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his body leaned slightly forward, and his eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei, as if he could find a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

His mind was filled with memories of their time together—sweet dates, warm embraces, and passionate kisses—all flashing before his eyes like scenes from a movie.

He recalled every birthday party he meticulously planned to surprise Nan Weiwei; he remembered staying by her bedside all night when she was sick, bringing her water and medicine; he remembered the beautiful vows they made together while strolling on the beach.

All of this made it impossible for him to accept losing Nan Weiwei and this hard-won relationship.

Nan Yifeng's eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up in them, but he held them back. He knew that he couldn't show weakness at this moment, and he couldn't let Nan Weiwei see his vulnerability.

He tried to make his voice sound calm, but his slightly trembling tone betrayed his inner pain and reluctance: "Weiwei, do you know how much I love you? From the first day we got together, I knew that you were the one I wanted to spend my life with."

“I never intended to hurt you, and I never did anything to wrong you. Those photos were just a misunderstanding. Why can't you believe me just this once?”

However, Nan Weiwei just looked at him coldly, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Her heart was filled with doubt and pain, and she could no longer listen to any of Nan Yifeng's explanations.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then slowly said, "Nan Yifeng, I've given you so many chances. Every time I chose to believe you, but all I got in return was disappointment. I don't want to go on like this anymore, I'm really tired. Let's break up, maybe this is the best ending for both of us."

After saying that, she turned to leave, leaving Nan Yifeng standing there blankly, staring at her departing figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao also arrived at the garage...