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

Li Shanshan watched the departing doctor, "Young Master Ye, your face..."

After all, in her mind, Ye Junhao had always been a charming and handsome business elite with a face that was perfect and impeccable. How could he have had plastic surgery? She was completely confused and couldn't understand the situation at all.

Seeing Li Shanshan's surprised expression, Ye Junhao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint yet mysterious smile.

With a calm and unhurried expression, he reached out and gently peeled off the exquisitely crafted, almost lifelike, human skin mask from his face.

As the mask slowly fell off, a face covered in scars gradually appeared. One could vaguely see the crisscrossing surgical incisions on the face, resembling centipedes. The wounds had not fully healed and were faintly red, making them look somewhat shocking.

Li Shanshan was so frightened by the scene before her that her face turned deathly pale. Her body involuntarily took a step back, her eyes wide open like copper bells, filled with fear and disbelief.

She covered her mouth with both hands and asked in a trembling voice, "Young Master Ye, what... what happened?" Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if she was afraid of disturbing Ye Junhao, or perhaps she couldn't believe such a cruel fact.

Ye Junhao maintained a calm expression, as if the scars were not on his body at all.

He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and then said calmly, "I was in a car accident and my face was disfigured. I can only get plastic surgery. Don't worry, it'll still be the same face. It'll just be a bit more painful."

His tone was so calm, as if he were recounting something completely ordinary, without the slightest ripple.

Li Shanshan was still unable to recover from the shock after hearing Ye Junhao's words.

She stood there blankly, staring at the scars on Ye Junhao's face. The image of Ye Junhao's handsome face kept flashing through her mind, and when she compared it to his scarred face now, she felt a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, she felt sorry for Ye Junhao suffering such pain, and on the other hand, she couldn't help but worry in her heart whether Ye Junhao would still be sought after and respected by everyone as before, and whether she could still live the same glamorous life as before if she followed him.

After a long while, Li Shanshan slowly came to her senses. She forced a smile, walked to Ye Junhao's side, gently took his hand, and said:

"Young Master Ye, no matter what you become, you will always be the best in my heart. I believe you can recover and be as handsome as before."

Although her voice was gentle, there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

Ye Junhao looked at Li Shanshan, gently patted her hand, and said, "Don't worry, this is nothing. Once the plastic surgery is fully healed, I'll still be the same Ye Junhao."

His eyes revealed a firmness and confidence, as if telling Li Shanshan that he was capable of handling everything and that she didn't need to worry.

Just then, the butler's steady footsteps echoed in the quiet living room once again. He bowed slightly and walked in with unhurried steps.

The butler was dressed in a sharp black uniform with an exquisite silver badge pinned to his collar, which gleamed coldly under the lights.

His face always wore a well-trained and respectful expression, his eyes focused and steady.

He walked to Ye Junhao's side, bowed slightly, and said in a deep and clear voice, "Young Master Ye, Miss Nan Weiwei has arrived."

Ye Junhao was sitting on the luxurious leather sofa, gently swirling a glass of rich red wine in his hand. Hearing the butler's words, he paused slightly, then nodded gently, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said, "Let her in." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Li Shanshan, who had been trying to appear calm, froze instantly upon hearing the name "Nan Weiwei," her face draining of color and turning as pale as paper.

Her eyes widened, filled with fear and unease, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes tightly. Her lips trembled slightly, her voice trembling with doubt as she asked, "Nan Weiwei? What does Young Master Ye want with her?" Her gaze was fixed on Ye Junhao, as if trying to find the answer in his face.

Ye Junhao's face, which had been slightly smiling, instantly turned cold. He turned his head sharply, gave Li Shanshan a cold look, his eyes filled with impatience and warning, and said coldly, "Of course I have my reasons for looking for her. Do I need to tell you?" His voice was as cold as ice, making Li Shanshan shiver.

Li Shanshan trembled at Ye Junhao's cold gaze and words. She quickly lowered her head and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "No need. I'll excuse myself for a moment. I guess Miss Nan is the last person she wants to see right now."

Her body trembled slightly, like a frightened fawn, ready to flee this place that filled her with fear at any moment.

Ye Junhao nodded again, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and said, "Okay, go ahead."

His tone remained indifferent, as if Li Shanshan's existence was irrelevant to him.

Li Shanshan slowly bent over, her movements stiff and slow, as if each movement had consumed a great deal of her strength.

Then she turned around and walked hurriedly but cautiously toward the door, glancing back at Ye Junhao with each step, afraid that he might suddenly change his mind.

Her heart was still trembling. Ye Junhao's gaze just now was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into her heart, filling her with immense fear and despair.

She secretly thought to herself that she had to find a way out for herself as soon as possible, and could no longer passively rely on Ye Junhao, otherwise she would be in a hopeless situation once she lost his protection.

As she thought about it, she quickened her pace and hurriedly left the living room, leaving only the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing in the air.

Ye Junhao calmly picked up the exquisite human skin mask and skillfully covered his face with it.

As the mask gradually adhered to his skin, his face, which was originally covered in scars and somewhat ferocious, instantly returned to its former handsome and elegant appearance.

A high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and a well-defined chin—every feature was flawlessly perfect, as if those terrifying scars were just a fleeting nightmare.

Soon, the door was gently pushed open, and Nan Weiwei walked in with slightly heavy steps.

Her eyes held a hint of weariness and loneliness, her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders; her former radiant appearance was long gone.

She walked straight toward Ye Junhao without looking to the side, each step carrying a sense of determination and resolve.

When she arrived in front of Ye Junhao, she stopped and slightly furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, which were as delicate as distant mountains. Her eyes revealed a hint of annoyance and indifference that was not easily detected.

Then, she spoke in a nonchalant tone: "Ye Junhao, I wonder what brings you here all of a sudden? If it's just to invite me to dinner, then there's no need for that."

As she said this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but the smile did not convey any warmth; instead, it gave off a sense of detachment.

Ye Junhao sat on the sofa, his legs elegantly crossed, his hands casually resting on the armrests. He looked at Nan Weiwei with a smile in his eyes. His smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and charming, but it didn't give people a sense of sincerity.

He leaned down slightly, close to her ear, and whispered in a voice as melodious as a cello and as mellow and rich as aged wine, "Nothing particularly important, I just heard that you and Nan Yifeng parted ways. I think you must be feeling down right now, perhaps yearning for some comfort."

Upon hearing Ye Junhao's words, Nan Weiwei's eyes flashed with surprise and anger. She raised her chin slightly and said coldly, "You... you're quite well-informed. But that's not surprising. Is Li Shanshan your subordinate? You must know that."

Her tone was full of doubt and dissatisfaction, as if she were accusing Ye Junhao of doing something behind her back.

When Ye Junhao heard Nan Weiwei mention Li Shanshan, his smile didn't fade at all. He shrugged lightly and said, "Don't overthink it! Her personal relationships are none of my business. Although she's currently working under me, that doesn't mean I'll interfere in her private life."

"After all, everyone has their own space and choices. Speaking of which, I have an important mission next month—a business trip overseas. So, it seems we'll have to wait quite a while before we meet again!"

His eyes held a hint of mystery and anticipation, as if this trip abroad held some important significance for him.

Nan Weiwei was slightly taken aback when she heard Ye Junhao's words. She didn't expect Ye Junhao to suddenly mention going abroad.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "What does it have to do with me that you go abroad? My breakup with Nan Yifeng is my own business, and I don't need you to worry about it. Also, don't mention Li Shanshan in front of me again. I feel disgusted just hearing her name."

Her voice was filled with disgust and anger, as if Li Shanshan was the person she hated most in her life.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's angry expression, Ye Junhao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smug smile.

He stood up, walked to Nan Weiwei, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in her ear, "Nan Weiwei, don't be so angry. I'm just concerned about you. You can come to me anytime you think things through."

Hearing Ye Junhao's words, which carried a hint of mockery and probing, Nan Weiwei's anger flared instantly. She abruptly raised her head, her eyes filled with rage and disdain, staring directly at Ye Junhao, and loudly proclaimed:

"Ye Junhao, I'm not one of those casual women, and I won't just find any man to fill the time just because I'm single!" Her voice echoed in the spacious reception room, carrying an undeniable firmness.

She was secretly thinking to herself, "No matter what, I would never marry a paralyzed person like you. So what if you, Ye Junhao, are rich? The Nan family holds a pivotal position in the business world, with a vast family business and mountains of wealth. They are not short of money at all."

Nan Weiwei has always been pampered and adored since childhood. How could she possibly compromise herself and be with a paralyzed person just for the sake of so-called material conditions?

Looking at Nan Weiwei's angry yet resolute expression, Ye Junhao's smile remained unchanged, instead becoming more playful.

He bowed slightly and said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, it was my mistake." But the tone of his apology didn't sound very sincere; it sounded more like a perfunctory response.

Then, he skillfully controlled the wheelchair to move slowly forward, the wheelchair making a slight rolling sound on the ground.

He walked to the wine cabinet, stretched out his long, slender, and fair hand, and gently picked up a bottle of red wine that he had treasured for many years.

The bottle of this red wine is crystal clear, and the lettering on the label is both simple and elegant, highlighting its extraordinary value.

He carefully opened the bottle of red wine, and with a soft "pop," the cork was pulled out, and a rich and mellow aroma instantly filled the air, spreading freely.

Ye Junhao poured the red wine into an exquisite stemmed glass. The wine, like a ruby, shimmered with a captivating luster under the light.

He carefully picked up the delicate wine glass in his hand, and then slowly pushed the wheelchair beside him toward Nan Weiwei, who was not far away.

Every movement was so gentle and delicate, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility and beauty of this moment. Finally, he came to Nan Weiwei's side and gently stopped his wheelchair.

He smiled as he looked at the beautiful woman before him, his eyes sparkling with tenderness and anticipation.

Then, he extended his right hand and steadily handed the wine glass to Nan Weiwei, saying softly, "Come on, try it! This is a top-quality red wine. Its unique taste and rich aroma will surely amaze your taste buds."

After saying this, he sat there quietly, motionless, silently watching Nan Weiwei with his deep eyes, seemingly patiently waiting for her to show surprise after tasting it.

Nan Weiwei stared intently at the wine glass Ye Junhao handed her, her eyes filled with vigilance and suspicion, as if that glass of red wine contained a deadly poison.

She straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and asked coldly, "Ye Junhao, there was no drug in it, was there?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying undisguised hostility.

Ye Junhao was slightly taken aback, then the faint smile on his face widened into a hearty laugh.

He shook his head slightly, a mocking glint in his eyes, and said, "Nan Weiwei, do you think I'm that worthless? Although I, Ye Junhao, may act in ways that are somewhat unconventional, I would never resort to such despicable methods."

As he spoke, he gently swirled the wine in his glass, the liquid rotating within and creating enchanting ripples.

Nan Weiwei remained unmoved. She snorted coldly and said, "Who knows? Who can fathom your thoughts, Ye Junhao? I've heard some of what you did in Haicheng."

Her eyes were filled with disdain, as if Ye Junhao was a despicable person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Ye Junhao sighed helplessly. He placed his wine glass on the table beside him, then spread his hands, feigning innocence, and said, "Nan Weiwei, those are all misunderstandings from the outside world. I, Ye Junhao, have always acted with integrity and uprightness. I just wanted to chat with you and make friends." His eyes were sincere and frank, as if he truly had no other intentions.

Nan Weiwei looked at Ye Junhao's sincere appearance, and her vigilance relaxed a little, but she still did not easily accept the wine glass.

She frowned and said, "Chatting? Making friends? Ye Junhao, do you think I'll believe you? What exactly are you after? Just say it." Her eyes revealed a hint of curiosity, wanting to see what tricks Ye Junhao was up to.

Ye Junhao smiled slightly, picked up his wine glass again, took a small sip, and said, "Nan Weiwei, I know you're feeling down after breaking up with Nan Yifeng. I just want to offer you some comfort and companionship as a friend. Besides, I'm also very interested in your Nan family's business; perhaps we can have opportunities to cooperate in the future."

His tone was relaxed and confident, as if everything was under his control.

Nan Weiwei listened to Ye Junhao's words and pondered them silently.

Although she was still wary of Ye Junhao, she had to admit that there was some truth to what he said.

Moreover, she didn't want to remain immersed in the pain of breaking up with Nan Yifeng.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table, saying, "Okay, then I'll trust you this once. However, if I find out you have any ulterior motives, I will definitely not let you off the hook."

After speaking, she took a small sip of red wine, and the rich aroma spread in her mouth, making her involuntarily squint her eyes slightly.

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