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

Seeing her mother Du Yunxi's resolute expression, as if she was about to go find Nan Yifeng's parents to get some answers, Nan Weiwei felt a pang of anxiety. She quickly reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Du Yunxi's clothes. Her slender fingers turned slightly white from the force, as if she was afraid that if she let go, her mother would rush out.

She tilted her head slightly, tears still glistening in her eyes under the light, and said with a hint of pleading, "Mom, please, don't make things difficult for Yifeng. He just doesn't accept his father, but as for his mother... he still..."

Nan Weiwei's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible as she recalled the complex and subtle emotions between Nan Yifeng and his mother.

Because of his father's abandonment, Nan Yifeng still harbors resentment towards his father. If it weren't for his mother's affection for his father, he would never have acknowledged him as his father.

The father and son now communicate very little, and their relationship remains distant.

Although Nan Yifeng's mother was gentle and kind, and cared for him deeply, there always seemed to be an invisible wall in Nan Yifeng's heart separating him from his mother.

Perhaps due to his father's long-term absence, Nan Yifeng's feelings for his mother were both dependent and somewhat contradictory.

Nan Weiwei knew that if her mother went to confront Nan Yifeng's parents now, Nan Yifeng would be caught in the middle and put in a difficult position.

On the one hand, he didn't want to be wronged, but on the other hand, he didn't want to have a bigger conflict with his mother over this matter.

Nan Weiwei felt sorry for Nan Yifeng; she didn't want him to be caught in a painful decision because of her.

Looking at her niece, whom she had doted on since childhood and raised single-handedly, Du Yunxi's originally firm and resolute gaze gradually softened, replaced by deep heartache and helplessness.

She sighed softly, slowly squatted down to meet Nan Weiwei's gaze, and gently stroked Nan Weiwei's hair with a touch as tender as if she were caressing a precious treasure.

"slight……"

Du Yunxi's voice was deep and gentle, carrying a calmness and love that came with the passage of time, "You are just... too considerate of others. You always put other people's feelings first, but ignore your own pain. You have suffered such a great injustice, but you are still worried about whether Yi Feng will be in a difficult position. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

Du Yunxi paused, a determined glint in her eyes, and continued, "But don't worry, Mom knows what she's doing. Mom won't act impulsively or put Yi Feng in a difficult position. Mom just wants to go to his parents and find out what's going on with Li Shanshan, why she suddenly became their goddaughter. Mom will communicate with them properly and won't make a scene. After all, we don't want to make things too tense; it wouldn't be good for anyone."

As Nan Weiwei listened to her mother's words, she gradually calmed down. She knew that her mother was a reasonable person who knew how to act and wouldn't do anything excessive.

"Mom, thank you."

Nan Weiwei said softly, her voice slightly choked, "With you by my side, I really feel at ease."

Du Yunxi turned back to Nan Weiwei's side, hugged her tightly, patted her back gently, and said tenderly, "Silly child, why are you being so polite with your mother? As long as you are happy and healthy, your mother will be at ease. Leave everything else to your mother."

After saying that, she stood up, took Nan Weiwei's hand, and walked to the sofa to sit down, ready to discuss the next steps.

Nan Weiwei pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with determination. She slightly raised her head, looking firmly at Du Yunxi, and said in a soft but undeniable tone:

"Mom, let's return the betrothal gifts that Yi Feng's parents brought to them!" Her tone was as if she were announcing an important decision, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Du Yunxi was slightly taken aback, then nodded gently, her eyes full of understanding and heartache.

Looking back, Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei were children she had watched grow up; they were like her own children.

In their relationship, Du Yunxi never thought about getting any dowry from Nan Yifeng's parents.

She felt that the most important thing was for the children to be happy together; material things were just external possessions.

However, Nan Yifeng's biological parents had a different idea. They always felt guilty towards Nan Yifeng, feeling that they had missed his childhood and many important moments in his life.

Now, Nan Yifeng is about to enter the hall of marriage, which is a major event in his life. They feel that they must do something to make up for their past shortcomings.

So, on a seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary day, Nan Yifeng's biological parents, with utmost sincerity, insisted on handing a bank card to Nan Weiwei.

Their eyes were filled with expectation and earnestness, as if the bank card carried their endless love and compensation for Nan Yifeng.

Looking into their affectionate eyes, Nan Weiwei felt a mix of emotions.

She tried to refuse, not wanting the dowry to complicate their relationship, but Nan Yifeng's biological parents were adamant and insisted that she accept it.

Nan Weiwei couldn't refuse them, so she had no choice but to accept the bank card. At that moment, she felt the card in her hand was heavy, as if it were pressing on her heart.

Now, Nan Weiwei has made the decision to break up with Nan Yifeng. She knows that this dowry is like a thorn stuck in their past relationship.

She didn't want any more material entanglements with Nan Yifeng and wanted to completely sever ties with him.

That's why she was so determined to return the betrothal gifts.

Looking into Nan Weiwei's determined eyes, Du Yunxi knew that she was determined to break up with Nan Yifeng this time.

She reached out with heartache and gently stroked Nan Weiwei's hair, saying tenderly, "Weiwei, Mom knows you're upset. Since you've made up your mind, Mom will support you. Let's return the betrothal gifts and end this cleanly."

Nan Wei leaned against Du Yunxi's chest, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that by returning the betrothal gifts, she was not only returning the beautiful memories she and Nan Yifeng had shared, but also the memories of their relationship that had ended without a trace.

But she doesn't regret it, because she knows that a short pain is worse than a long one, and only by letting go completely can she start a new life.

Du Yunxi gently patted Nan Weiwei's back, comforting her in a gentle and soothing tone. From recalling the sweet times they had shared to encouraging her to bravely face the future, every word was like a gentle stream, nourishing Nan Weiwei's wounded heart.

After a while, Nan Weiwei's emotions finally calmed down, and a glimmer of light returned to her red and swollen eyes.

Du Yunxi looked at her, smiled with heartache, and said softly, "Weiwei, don't be too sad, everything will be alright." Nan Weiwei nodded slightly, forcing a smile.

Seeing that Nan Weiwei's mood had improved, Du Yunxi and Nan Xi got up to leave.

They said goodbye to Jiang Ling and left her spacious but now somewhat deserted villa.

The night outside the villa was as dark as ink, the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow that stretched their shadows long. The two silently walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat oppressive. Nan Xi started the car but didn't move it for a long time. He sighed heavily and broke the silence: "What do we do now? I inquired about Yi Feng's situation, but the kid won't say anything. He's shut himself off tightly, like a wounded little animal hiding in its shell."

His voice was full of worry and helplessness, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Du Yunxi leaned back in her seat, rubbing her temples wearily. She felt as if her head was tangled in a mess, and her head was throbbing with pain.

"Let's go ask Yi Feng's biological parents first and see what they have to say."

She said weakly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness and anticipation.

She knew in her heart that Nan Yifeng's biological parents might be able to provide some clues about the relationship between Li Shanshan and their son, and perhaps she could find a breakthrough in solving the problem from them.

Nan Xi nodded, stepped on the gas, and the car slowly started moving, heading towards the home of Nan Yifeng's biological parents.

Along the way, both of them were silent, each immersed in their own thoughts.

As Du Yunxi gazed at the street scenes rushing past the window, images of Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng as children kept flashing through her mind.

Back then, the two of them were like inseparable little tails, following behind me and Nanxi, laughing and playing together. Their innocent smiles still seem to be right before my eyes.

But now, because of Li Shanshan's appearance, the two children have fallen into such a painful situation.

While driving, Nan Xi pondered what to say when he met Nan Yifeng's biological parents.

He worried that if he spoke too harshly, it would offend them, but if he spoke too softly, he wouldn't be able to understand the truth.

He knew deeply about the guilt and love that Nan Yifeng's biological parents felt for their son, and he also understood that they might have their own difficulties in this matter.

But for the sake of Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng's future, he felt he had to get to the bottom of things.

The car drove for a long time in the darkness before finally stopping in front of the villa belonging to Nan Yifeng's biological parents.

The two got out of the car, took a deep breath, composed themselves, and then slowly walked up the steps and rang the doorbell...