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

Nan Yifeng's parents sat on the sofa in the living room, the atmosphere somewhat heavy and awkward.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness, worry, and confusion.

Nan Yifeng's father frowned, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated and stopped. Nan Yifeng's mother sighed softly, her eyes full of worry. She reached out and gently patted her husband's hand, as if seeking comfort, or as if conveying some silent determination.

The next day, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves onto the street, and Nan Yifeng's parents arrived at Nan Weiwei's residence with trepidation.

They knocked gently on the door, which slowly opened, and Nan Weiwei appeared in the doorway, her eyes calm yet carrying a hint of aloofness.

Nan Yifeng's mother hurriedly stepped forward, her face full of smiles. She took Nan Weiwei's hand and said gently, "Weiwei, we've come today to have a good talk with you. We know about you and Yifeng. We know you're upset, but relationships sometimes inevitably encounter some ups and downs."

"Can you calm down and give Yi Feng another chance? We have completely severed ties with Li Shanshan and blocked all her contact methods. She will never bother you again."

Nan Wei lowered her head slightly, her eyes flickered for a moment, then slowly raised her head and gently shook her head. Her voice was soft but firm: "Uncle, Aunt, this has nothing to do with you, nor with Nan Yifeng. It's my own fault."

"Nan Yifeng is very good. It's precisely because he's too good that I... am not good enough for him." Her voice was choked with emotion, but her eyes revealed a resolute determination.

She knew that her relationship with Nan Yifeng could never go back to what it was before, and continuing to entangle themselves would only cause them more pain.

Hearing Nan Weiwei's words, the two elderly people felt a pang of sadness. No matter how they tried to persuade her, it would be useless now. They could no longer interfere in the young people's emotional lives.

Nan Yifeng's father sighed helplessly, stood up, and said, "Weiwei, since you've made up your mind, we won't force you. We hope you can take good care of yourself, and if you encounter any difficulties in the future, just let us know."

Nan Yifeng's mother also stood up and hugged Nan Weiwei tightly, her eyes glistening with tears: "Weiwei, no matter what, you will always be the good daughter-in-law we all approve of."

After seeing Nan Yifeng's parents off, Nan Weiwei sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

She knew that she was about to embark on a new journey in her life.

Shortly after the holiday ended, before the sun had even risen, she eagerly jumped out of bed and quickly began packing her bags.

She carefully folded and arranged each item neatly, as if these things carried every bit of her life.

She deliberately chose a time to avoid the morning rush hour, and waited until almost noon before slowly leaving her home and heading towards the location of the Nan Group.

She walked silently along the way, her mind filled with countless thoughts, yet seemingly blank.

She didn't actually feel too reluctant or nostalgic about the upcoming separation.

After all, this relationship had already come to an end, and this was just a formal closure for both of them.

However, despite this, she still didn't want to meet Nan Yifeng when she left—the man she had once loved deeply but who had ultimately parted ways with. Perhaps it was better not to meet him? This way, she could avoid more unnecessary pain and entanglement…

As she walked through the gates of the Nan Group, her colleagues greeted her, but she gave them a perfunctory response and headed straight for the finance department.

She packed her things silently, her heart filled with emotion and reluctance, but she never went to say goodbye to Niu Mengmeng, the only person in the company she was close to.

Because she knew very well that explaining the reason to the other party would only make them both more heartbroken; moreover, she really didn't want to turn this departure into an overly tragic drama.

After packing her things, she walked towards the finance department with firm but somewhat heavy steps.

Along the way, the familiar surroundings, the busy colleagues, and those corners filled with memories all evoked feelings of longing in her heart.

However, she still fought back her tears and tried her best to remain calm.

After entering the finance department, she successfully received her share of the paycheck following the established procedures.

As she received the money, she couldn't help but recall all the moments she had spent here—the fruits of her hard work were finally being materialized.

But at the same time, a strange sense of loss welled up inside me...

Finally, she took a deep breath, resolutely turned around, and stepped out of the office without looking back, leaving this place that had witnessed countless laughs and sweat, and carried so many dreams and hopes.

As the gate slowly closed, a journey came to an end.

As she stepped out of the Nan Group's gate, sunlight streamed down her body. She took a deep breath and silently resolved: From today onward, I will start afresh and find a new life of my own.

As usual, Nan Yifeng was engrossed in dealing with a pile of tedious documents in his office. The office was so quiet that the only sounds were the scratching of the pen on the paper and the slight hum of the computer fan.

Sometimes he would furrow his brow, carefully considering the key issues in the document; other times he would scribble furiously, quickly annotating the document.

However, this tranquility was completely shattered in the afternoon.

A colleague who usually had a fairly good relationship with Nan Weiwei walked cautiously into Nan Yifeng's office. After hesitating for a moment, she mustered up her courage and said, "Mr. Nan, I... I want to talk to you about something. Please don't get angry."

“Speak…” Nan Yifeng said without even raising his head.

Nan Weiwei...she resigned and left today. Did you approve it?

Nan Yifeng, who was reviewing documents, suddenly stopped writing, leaving a long mark on the paper.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as if he had heard a story from the heavens. "What did you say? She resigned? When did that happen?" His voice was low and hoarse, trembling slightly.

The colleague was so intimidated by Nan Yifeng's imposing manner that he took a step back and stammered, "It was...it was this morning. She completed the formalities according to procedure and left. She even...she deliberately avoided the morning rush hour and didn't come until almost noon."

Nan Yifeng felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if a bomb had exploded in his mind.

His vision went black for a moment, and his body swayed uncontrollably, almost falling off the chair.

He grabbed his phone from the desk and frantically dialed Nan Weiwei's number, but all he heard was the same cold, repeated message: "The number you dialed is switched off."

Nan Yifeng's face turned ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been enraged.

He roared angrily, stood up abruptly, and kicked the desk in front of him hard.

With a loud bang, the desk was kicked to pieces, sending wood chips and fragments flying everywhere.

The documents on the table fluttered down like snowflakes, the computer screen shattered into pieces with a "crack," and the keyboard, mouse, and other items were scattered all over the floor.

Still not satisfied, Nan Yifeng grabbed his phone and smashed it against the wall.

The phone smashed against the wall, its parts scattered everywhere.

He clenched his fists and pounded the wall hard, his knuckles turning white from the force, and some parts were even scraped and bleeding.

He pounded on the wall, muttering to himself, "Why! Why is this happening? Why are they so resolute, so heartless as to not even see me one last time!"

"Is there truly no connection between us anymore? Or do you have unspeakable difficulties, which is why you chose to leave quietly, without giving me any chance to explain or make amends? Even so, you should at least leave me some words, so I know where you went... But now, everything is so abrupt, so sudden, as if you never existed in my world, leaving me here alone, waiting foolishly, hoping for a miracle..."

The voice was filled with pain and despair, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaoxiao's image appeared in his mind.

When Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen broke up, although Xu Xiaoxiao was ruthless, she at least met with Fu Yanchen once, said goodbye properly, and left him with some memories.

As for Nan Weiwei, she was much more ruthless than Xu Xiaoxiao. She left quietly, without giving him any chance to explain or leaving him anything to remember her by.

Nan Yifeng felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a sharp knife, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He slowly squatted down, put his hands behind his head, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor and splashing into tiny droplets. The office was a mess, just like his shattered heart.

The employee was terrified by the sudden loud noise and Nan Yifeng's furious actions. He turned pale and trembled uncontrollably like a frightened deer. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he was momentarily speechless.

After a long while, he finally recovered from his extreme shock. His eyes widened, and he stammered, his voice filled with fear and confusion: "President Nan, are you... are you alright? What happened between you and Sister Weiwei? What is your relationship? Why are you so sad?"

His eyes were filled with concern for Nan Yifeng, as well as curiosity about this sudden situation.

After venting his anger, Nan Yifeng seemed to be pulled back to the edge of reason by an invisible force.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated emotions, and his face, which had been distorted by anger, gradually regained its usual coldness.

He slowly straightened up, his eyes still tinged with pain and disappointment, but now showing more composure.

He frowned slightly and said in a slightly hoarse but calm voice, "It's nothing, you can go out."

His tone carried an unquestionable authority, as if telling the employees that he didn't want to be asked about this matter any further.

Upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words, the employees felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They nodded hurriedly and walked towards the office door with hurried yet cautious steps.

With each step he took, he couldn't help but look back at Nan Yifeng, his eyes still filled with worry and confusion.

He only breathed a long sigh of relief when he walked out of the office and gently closed the door, but the doubts in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

In the office, Nan Yifeng stood alone amidst the mess, staring blankly at the scattered documents and broken computer screen on the floor.

His mind was filled with memories of being with Nan Weiwei, those beautiful memories flashing before his eyes like a movie.

They once worked side-by-side in the office on a project, encouraging each other; they sat in the company garden in the afternoon sun, sharing their joys and sorrows; they strolled through the streets at night, talking about their dreams for the future.

However, all of this vanished in an instant. Nan Weiwei's sudden departure was like a sharp dagger piercing his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

He slowly squatted down, reached out and picked up a photo of himself and Nan Weiwei from the ground. The two in the photo had bright smiles and their eyes were full of hope for the future.

Nan Yifeng gently stroked Nan Weiwei's face in the photo, and tears once again blurred his vision uncontrollably.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?!"

Nan Yifeng stared wide-eyed ahead in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly as he muttered to himself, the words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth with all his might, filled with endless pain and deep helplessness.

Nan Weiwei slowly walked out of the company, her steps unsteady, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Instead of waving for a taxi as usual, she stared blankly at the road stretching into the distance, mechanically lifted her foot, and walked aimlessly along the straight road.

The sunlight shone down on her without reservation, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.

She was wearing a simple business suit, but her once-straight lines now appeared somewhat loose, as if she had lost her usual energy and spirit along with her broken heart.

Her hair was scattered messily over her shoulders, a few strands of hair were gently blown up by the breeze and then fell limply back down.

Her mind kept replaying the moments she had spent at the company—the days she had struggled alongside Nan Yifeng, the laughter and joy, the arguments and reconciliations—all flashing before her eyes like a movie.

But now, all of that is in the past. She herself has put an end to her relationship with Nan Yifeng. Thinking of this, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly tilted her head back, refusing to let the tears fall.

She walked on and on, not knowing how long she walked or where she ended up.

The shops lining both sides of the street were dazzling, pedestrians came and went, and laughter filled the air, but all of this had nothing to do with her.

She was like a lonely soul, drifting outside this bustling world.

As she passed a coffee shop, she saw a young couple sitting inside through the bright glass window.

They were sitting facing each other, the girl's face beaming with a happy smile, while the boy looked at her tenderly, gently stirring the coffee in front of him.

The heartwarming scene stung Nan Weiwei's eyes, and her heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She quickened her pace, wanting to escape this place that caused her so much pain.

Before she knew it, she had wandered into a small park. The park was shaded by green trees, with lush flowers and plants, and a faint fragrance of flowers filled the air.

She slowly walked into the park and found a bench to sit down.

She gazed quietly at the lake before her, its surface shimmering and sparkling with golden light under the sun.

Occasionally, a few small birds fly across the lake, leaving behind a string of clear chirps.

Nan Wei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

She told herself that since she had made the decision, she should bravely face the future.

Although I am in great pain right now, time will heal everything.

She believed that one day she would emerge from this gloom, and Nan Weiwei slowly stood up. She dusted herself off, a hint of determination in her eyes.

At this time...