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

At night, all was quiet. The house, which was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock could be heard, was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

The knocking was urgent and forceful, "thump, thump, thump," as if carrying an urgent emotion, striking Jiang Ling's already tense nerves again and again.

Jiang Ling was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking lost in thought with a worried expression, her mind still preoccupied with Nan Weiwei's situation.

Hearing the knock on the door, she was startled at first, then as if she had been awakened, she suddenly stood up and walked towards the door with somewhat flustered steps.

As she walked, she muttered to herself, "Who could it be so late? It can't be that bastard Chen Donghai again, can it?"

She twisted the stick, opened the door, and when she saw Du Yunxi and Nan Xi standing outside, her emotions, which she had been holding back, instantly broke down.

As if she had seen a savior, her eyes instantly reddened, and then tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She didn't bother wiping away her tears, and began to sob, "Sister Du, I really don't know what happened to those two children!" The woman said between sobs, "Weiwei suddenly packed her bags and came back home, and even said that she wanted to sever ties with that kid Nan Yifeng."

"I was so worried, I quickly asked her why she did this, but she just kept her head down and wouldn't say a word. Then she hid in her bedroom and wouldn't open the door no matter who called her. She wouldn't eat or drink... Oh my, my heart was breaking! Look, what a wonderful pair of kids, how could they just break up like that? What difficulties did they encounter?"

Her voice was hoarse from excessive grief, and her speech was incoherent and rambling, but one could deeply feel her endless worry and love for Nan Weiwei in every word.

As Jiang Ling spoke, she wiped away her tears with her hand, her body trembling slightly with emotion.

She held Du Yunxi's hand tightly, as if she could get some comfort and strength from her.

His eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, like a child lost in the dark, unable to find his way.

“You two watched them grow up. Weiwei has always been close to you since she was little, so she should be able to talk to you. Please help me persuade her to stop torturing herself like this. This child usually seems quite strong, so why is she so desperate about this?”

Jiang Ling continued, her voice hoarse from crying, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing Jiang Ling's heartbroken appearance, Du Yunxi felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

She gently patted Jiang Ling's shoulder, comforting her, "Jiang Ling, don't worry, we're here now. Weiwei is a kind-hearted girl; she must have been hurt in a relationship to be like this. Let's go see her and have a good talk with her to see if we can find out what happened. That rascal Nan Yifeng..."

Nan Xi nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, Jiang Ling, calm yourself down first. Let's go in and see Weiwei."

After hearing their words, Jiang Ling calmed down a bit. She wiped away her tears, stepped aside to let Du Yunxi and Nan Xi into the house, and then led them toward Nan Weiwei's room.

Her steps were still somewhat hurried, and she kept muttering, "I hope Weiwei will listen to you and stop torturing herself like this."

Du Yunxi tiptoed toward Nan Weiwei's bedroom, her steps cautious, as if afraid of disturbing Nan Weiwei's fragile and sensitive inner world.

Nan Xi did not go with them; he quietly stayed in Jiang Ling's spacious but now oppressively tense living room, waiting.

He knew in his heart that his daughter had grown up and had her own independent and private emotional space. Like a flower that was gradually blooming, she needed her own space to sort out the turmoil in her heart.

Du Yunxi arrived at Nan Weiwei's bedroom door, gently raised her hand and knocked, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Weiwei, Mom is here, please open the door?"

However, she was met with only silence; there was no sound from inside the house.

Du Yunxi was not discouraged and patiently called out to Weiwei for a long time, her voice full of concern and worry: "Weiwei, Mom knows you are upset. Tell Mom if you have any grievances. Don't keep them to yourself."

After what seemed like an eternity, the door slowly opened a crack.

Nan Weiwei's haggard figure appeared at the door. Her face was deathly pale, like a blank sheet of paper, and her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been ripped out, like she had lost her soul.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she called out in a hoarse voice, "Mom..."

Her voice was filled with endless weariness and grievance, as if it carried all her pain.

When Du Yunxi saw her daughter like this, her nose suddenly stung and her eyes welled up with tears.

She reached out and gently stroked Nan Weiwei's cheek with heartache, saying, "My child! What happened? Look at you now, it breaks my heart! Come, come, sit down here with Mom and tell me what's on your mind."

"Don't keep anything bottled up inside, or you'll hurt yourself! If it's really impossible to continue with Yifeng, then we won't force it, but Mom just wants to know why. No matter what difficulties or setbacks you encounter, Mom will always be there for you and support you! So don't be afraid~ tell Mom boldly!"

Nan Weiwei slightly turned aside to let Du Yunxi into the room, and then gently closed the door.

A faint sense of sadness permeated the room. The dim, soft lighting could not dispel the gloom in Nan Weiwei's heart.

As night fell, moonlight streamed through the window and fell on the bed, illuminating everything in the room.

Nan Wei walked slowly toward the bedside with heavy steps.

She sat gently on the edge of the bed, then slowly hugged her legs to her chest, curling her body into a ball as much as possible.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei was like a frightened little rabbit, hiding in a corner seeking a bit of warmth and comfort.

She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, but dared not make a sound, afraid that the outside world would notice her inner fragility and helplessness.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "Mom...it's all my fault, you can't blame Nan Yifeng..."

His voice was low and filled with guilt and self-reproach. It was as if the sharp thorn deeply rooted in his heart had been pried open again, and the stinging sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

Yes, that matter had been lingering in her heart like a malignant tumor for a long time, but she always chose to avoid it and refused to face it.

Now, exhausted and unable to continue, she has decided to let go of everything—including this relationship that has drained her so much.

"That's it... let it be a thing of the past..." she said to herself silently.

After the holiday, she will go to the company to submit her resignation.

From this moment on, she and Nan Yifeng will be like strangers, going their separate ways, with no further connection or entanglement.

Du Yunxi sat beside Nan Weiwei, gently pulling her into her arms, feeling her daughter's trembling body and inner pain.

She said gently, "Weiwei, no matter what happens, you are not alone. Mom will always be by your side to support you and accompany you. But you also need to tell Mom what happened that made you make this decision. Only by untying the knot in your heart can you truly let go and start a new life."

Nan Weiwei leaned against Du Yunxi's chest, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.