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

Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao stood aside, witnessing the scene of Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei's fierce argument and resolute breakup.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness and regret, and then shook their heads slightly in unison, as if silently lamenting how the couple had ended up like this.

Nan Weiwei resolutely got into the car, started it, and the roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring in the quiet garage. The car slowly started, gradually accelerated, and soon disappeared at the garage exit.

Nan Yifeng stood there blankly, his gaze fixed on the departing car, his eyes filled with loneliness and reluctance.

At this moment, his legs were as if they were tightly bound by invisible and intangible chains, unable to move; or as if they were filled with lead, extremely heavy, making it difficult to take a step.

He wanted to catch up, but every time he tried to move, he felt a huge resistance holding him firmly in place.

It felt like a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, let alone take a step forward.

Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to break free from this strange restraint, but all his efforts were in vain.

He stood there blankly, letting the car drive away until its taillights disappeared from sight.

Seeing Nan Yifeng's distraught appearance, Xu Xiaoxiao felt a pang of pain in her heart. She hesitated, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly, but didn't know what to say.

She felt both heartache for Nan Yifeng's pain and understanding of Nan Weiwei's resolute decision. For a moment, a thousand words were stuck in her throat, and she didn't know where to begin.

Fu Yanchen frowned, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He sighed softly, his sigh filled with helplessness and reproach.

He looked at Nan Yifeng, his tone tinged with urgency and confusion: "You two, what's going on? You had such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you stop her and explain things properly? Maybe if you had explained it, things could have turned around."

Upon hearing Fu Yanchen's words, Nan Yifeng's lips curled up slightly, forming a bitter smile that was more like a grimace.

He slowly turned around, his movements somewhat sluggish, as if an invisible force was holding him back.

His gaze became empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, staring straight into the distance, as if endless sorrow and pain were hidden there.

His voice was deep and hoarse, like an echo from the underworld, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

The sound seemed to travel through a long time tunnel, drifting in from a distant place, which made people feel pity.

"That's enough... there's no need for any further explanation." He muttered to himself, his tone revealing deep helplessness and despair.

Even if everything is explained clearly and plainly, what difference will it make? She never believed a single word she uttered from beginning to end!

No matter how hard he tried to explain, she remained unmoved, insisting that he was merely using sophistry and arguing.

"This time, let's part ways completely! Since she's made up her mind to leave, why should I try so hard to hold her back? After all this time, I've been silently giving and trying, but I've never been able to win her cold heart and her unconditional trust. Perhaps it's time to let go of this exhausting love..."

After saying that, Nan Yifeng dragged his heavy steps toward the garage exit.

His back view looked so lonely and desolate, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

At this moment, only Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen, who had witnessed the entire incident, remained at the scene. They stood there blankly, staring at each other, neither of them saying a word.

But from the astonished and incredulous look in each other's eyes, it was clear that the two of them shared the same thought at that moment—the scene before them was simply too unbelievable!

They looked in the direction Nan Yifeng had left, then exchanged another glance, their eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

Fu Yanchen noticed that Xu Xiaoxiao's thin body shivered slightly in the cool air, so he quickly and carefully took off his coat, which was still warm from his body.

He gently draped his coat over Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly swollen shoulders, his eyes full of concern, and said softly, "Don't catch a cold. You can't afford to catch a cold right now. If you do, it will affect you and the baby in your belly."

His tone was filled with undeniable tenderness and care, as if Xu Xiaoxiao and the baby in her belly were his most precious treasures at that moment.

Xu Xiaoxiao had originally intended to decline, not wanting to seem too coy, but when the coat, still warm from Fu Yanchen's body, gently fell on her shoulder, a wave of warmth instantly spread throughout her body.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Fu Yanchen's concerned eyes, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. She stopped refusing and let Fu Yanchen drape the clothes steadily over her shoulders.

The two stood quietly for a while, and Xu Xiaoxiao's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction where Nan Yifeng had left, her eyes filled with worry and melancholy.

She sighed softly and slowly said, "Do you think there's really no future for them? Seeing Nan Yifeng's distraught state and Nan Weiwei's resolute departure just now really hurt me."

His voice trembled slightly, as if he were worried about the fate of the couple.

Fu Yanchen followed Xu Xiaoxiao's gaze, then gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, and said in a steady and warm voice:

"If you're meant to be, you'll naturally be together. You can't force feelings. They're adults now, with their own thoughts and judgments, so don't worry about them or fret about them. Your most important task right now is to take care of yourself and the baby in your belly. As for the rest, just let nature take its course."

As he spoke, he supported Xu Xiaoxiao's somewhat bloated body and walked step by step toward home.

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned against Fu Yanchen's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her heart gradually calmed down.

She knew Fu Yanchen was right. No one could predict matters of the heart. Perhaps they were just temporarily lost, and things might take a turn for the better after some time.

She slightly raised her head, looking at Fu Yanchen's resolute profile, and felt a sense of security.

With Fu Yanchen's help, the two slowly walked towards their warm home, leaving a long trail of footprints behind them, as if telling a story of their ordinary yet heartwarming life.

Nan Weiwei felt like she was caught in a tangled mess of emotions. The resolve to break up was like a burning flame, driving her to sever all ties with Nan Yifeng before he returned to the villa.

With a determined look in her eyes, she moved nimbly through the room, quickly stuffing clothes and daily necessities into her suitcase.

Every movement was imbued with an unquestionable decisiveness, as if lingering for even a second would cause one to waver.

She knew that since she had decided to separate, she couldn't leave herself any room for maneuver. Otherwise, those beautiful memories and lingering emotions would entwine her like vines, plunging her into the abyss of pain once again.

She absolutely cannot go back to her parents' place. If they see her returning with luggage, they will definitely keep asking her questions.

Given her current state, she simply cannot come up with a reasonable excuse. If the truth comes out, her parents will definitely be very worried about the two of them.

So, after much thought, the only place she could go was to her aunt Jiang Ling's place.

My aunt is straightforward and warm-hearted, and she has had similar experiences before, so she might understand how my aunt feels right now and offer her some comfort and advice.

Nan Weiwei dragged her heavy suitcase out of the villa with difficulty and took a taxi to Jiang Ling's residence.

She stood in the doorway, took a deep breath, tried to appear calm, and then raised her hand to knock.

The door opened quickly, and there she was, standing leisurely with a face mask on, looking like she was thoroughly enjoying this relaxing moment.

However, when she saw that the person standing outside the door was Nan Weiwei, she was completely stunned.

She was especially surprised to see Nan Weiwei carrying so many large and small bags.

Jiang Ling's eyes widened to their limit, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

So surprised was she that her face mask almost fell off due to the sudden turn of events.

She was startled and knew something was wrong. She quickly said, "Weiwei, what are you trying to do? I'm being very obedient and well-behaved these days! Could it be... that you actually want to move back and continue to monitor my every move?"

"Please, please have mercy on me! I swear to God, I will never, ever be fooled by those bad men again!"

As she spoke, she deliberately thrust her towering, voluptuous breasts upwards, raising her chin to strike a pose of righteous indignation and conviction.

Nan Weiwei looked at her aunt's exaggerated expression and couldn't help but smile wryly.

She pulled her suitcase to her side and said wearily, "Auntie, I'm not here to spy on you. I broke up with Nan Yifeng, and I have nowhere to go, so I have no choice but to come to you for help."

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were full of fatigue and disappointment. Jiang Ling was stunned when she heard this.

Ignoring her face mask, she pulled Nan Weiwei into the house, closed the door, and anxiously asked, "What happened? Weren't you two doing well? Why did you suddenly break up?"

As she spoke, she helped Nan Weiwei carry her suitcase into the house and placed it in a corner.

Nan Weiwei sat on the sofa, covering her face with her hands. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Auntie, I'm tired. I've given so much in this relationship, but I can never gain his complete trust. Every time there's a misunderstanding, I try my best to explain, but he still doesn't believe me. This time I'm really tired and don't want to continue."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Jiang Ling sat down next to Nan Weiwei, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her, "Weiwei, don't be sad. Since you've decided to separate, then try to adjust your mindset. Your aunt supports your decision. You can stay here with your aunt from now on, and stay as long as you want."

As she spoke, she got up and poured Nan Weiwei a cup of hot water, handing it to her.

Nan Weiwei took the hot water, drank a sip, and felt a little warmer.

Looking into her aunt's concerned eyes, she said gratefully, "Auntie, thank you. I feel much more at ease with you by my side."

Jiang Ling smiled and patted Nan Weiwei's head, saying, "Silly child, why are you being so polite with your aunt? If anything happens in the future, just tell your aunt, and I'll help you solve it."

After saying that, she got up and peeled off the face mask, then started busying herself tidying up Nan Weiwei's room and preparing daily necessities, so that Nan Weiwei could feel the warmth of home here.

However, Jiang Ling always felt like she had a heavy stone hanging in her heart, and she couldn't shake it off.

Although she pretended to be nonchalant on the surface and tried her best to warm Nan Weiwei's wounded heart with enthusiasm and care, she knew that Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng had a deep relationship and that this breakup was no small matter.

She worried that Nan Weiwei would get sick from keeping it all bottled up inside, and she was also afraid that Nan Weiwei's decision was just a momentary impulse and that she would regret it later.

After much deliberation, she still couldn't rest easy. While Nan Weiwei was resting in her room, she quietly went to the balcony, turned her back to Nan Weiwei's room, took out her phone from her pocket, quickly swiped her fingers across the screen, found Du Yunxi's phone number, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the call button.

Du Yunxi's clear voice came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Jiang Ling, is there something you need?"

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, and said, "I have something to tell you. Weiwei and Nan Yifeng broke up, and now Weiwei has moved in with me. I see that she is in a very bad mood and looks haggard. I'm really worried about her, but I don't know how to comfort her, so I wanted to tell you. Could you see if you could find some time to come and keep her company and give her some advice?"

Du Yunxi exclaimed in surprise on the other end of the phone, "Ah!" and then said, "Don't worry, I'll arrange a time to go see Weiwei right away. Their relationship has always been good, why did they suddenly break up?"

Jiang Ling sighed helplessly and said, "Weiwei didn't tell me much about the specific reasons. She just said she was tired and didn't want to continue. Sigh, this child must be hiding a lot of grievances in her heart."

Du Yunxi comforted Jiang Ling for a few words, then hung up the phone and told Nan Xi about the conflict between the two children.

,,,,

Nan Weiwei has not left Jiang Ling's house since returning home.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, her mind filled with memories of being with Nan Yifeng.

Those sweet memories were like sharp blades, cutting into her heart again and again, causing her unbearable pain.

She remembered walking together on the beach, Nan Yifeng holding her hand tightly and making vows of eternal love to her; she remembered Nan Yifeng staying by her bedside day and night when she was sick, taking meticulous care of her every moment; she remembered the warm scenes of them encouraging and supporting each other as they worked hard for their future.

But now, all of that is in the past, like a beautiful dream that leaves only endless emptiness and pain upon waking.

Jiang Ling knew that Nan Weiwei was emotionally unstable and her mind must be in complete turmoil, so she didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that she might say something wrong and upset her.

She just quietly did her job, making all sorts of delicious food for Nan Weiwei, hoping she would eat more and not break down.

She would gently place the prepared food at the door of Nan Weiwei's room, then lightly knock on the door and softly say, "Weiwei, the food is ready. Come out and eat."

After she finished speaking, she would stand quietly at the door, waiting for Nan Weiwei's response.

But most of the time, Nan Weiwei just remained silent and didn't react at all. Jiang Ling could only shake her head helplessly, sigh softly, and then leave silently.

A sense of oppression filled the room, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The clock on the wall ticked away, each tick like a hammer blow to Jiang Ling and Nan Weiwei's hearts. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor, but this faint light could not dispel the gloom inside the room.

Jiang Ling sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at Nan Weiwei's tightly closed door, her heart filled with worry and helplessness. She didn't know when Nan Weiwei would be able to get out of this dark period and find her former smile again.