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

Sure enough, as the rich wine slid slowly across her tongue and spread freely in her mouth, Nan Weiwei's eyes lit up instantly.

This red wine has a rich and complex flavor. At first taste, there is a light fruity aroma, like ripe black cherries and blackcurrants dancing on the tongue. Then, a hint of vanilla and smokiness from the oak barrel aging quietly emerges, blending perfectly with the fruity aroma. The rich layers are like a symphony playing on the taste buds.

This taste is worlds apart from the pungent, monotonous, and rough spirits found in bars.

Those foreign liquors taste like cheap chemical reagents, but this glass of red wine is like a meticulously crafted work of art, with endless charm in every sip.

Nan Weiwei's already somewhat agitated mood was soothed by the gentle touch of the fine wine.

Without the slightest hesitation, she reached for the bottle and skillfully poured herself another glass.

The crystal-clear wine rippled in the stemmed glass, like twinkling stars in the night sky, radiating an alluring glow.

She looked at the red wine in her glass, a resolute glint in her eyes, then picked up the glass without hesitation, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

This time, because she drank it too fast, the wine rushed into her throat like a surging tide. Before she could savor the unique flavor of the fine red wine, it had already slid down her esophagus into her stomach.

Her beautiful and delicate face was slightly furrowed, her eyebrows like ripples on water, as if touched by a gentle breeze. A feeling of regret welled up from the depths of her heart, gradually engulfing her thoughts like a tide.

She used to have absolutely no interest in wine tasting; in her eyes, wine was nothing more than a tool to make people forget their troubles and get lost in the moment.

On those lonely and painful nights, she would always go to the bar alone, order one glass of strong liquor after another, trying to numb her senses with alcohol and forget those unhappy things.

Therefore, she never cared about anything when she drank, only pursuing the feeling of getting drunk, and never caring about the taste or quality of the alcohol.

Ye Junhao sat to the side, elegantly swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes intently admiring the beautiful vortex formed by the wine as it spun within.

He didn't expect Nan Weiwei to pour the wine herself, and he certainly didn't expect her to drink it all in one gulp.

He went to great lengths to acquire this bottle of wine from a private winery abroad. It was quite valuable, and he usually couldn't bear to "waste" it like that. He would only sip it slowly, savoring the unique experience of each drop.

He was taken aback by Nan Weiwei's forthright manner, then a big smile appeared on his face, a smile as bright as a flower blooming in spring.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "Haha, Weiwei, you're still as generous as ever, downing any kind of wine in one gulp."

"However, Weiwei, this wine is not like the ordinary wine you usually drink. It has a profound cultural heritage and a unique brewing process. It's a bit of a waste for you to drink it like this."

Although his tone was slightly teasing, his eyes revealed a hint of appreciation and doting.

Nan Wei frowned slightly, her bright eyes fixed on Ye Junhao, her gaze full of doubt, as if Ye Junhao's face held a riddle she could never solve.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of accusation: "What's wrong? Did I... say something wrong?"

Ye Junhao was slightly taken aback by her sudden question, but he quickly regained his composure. He smiled gently, trying to ease the tense atmosphere with a light tone: "Weiwei, I'm not used to you being so serious all of a sudden. What's wrong? Did I say something that upset you?"

Nan Weiwei wasn't buying it. She gave a soft snort, crossed her arms, and her eyes filled with even more confusion: "What exactly did you just say? What do you mean by 'I'm just as generous and magnanimous as before'? 'Before'? That word sounds so unfamiliar!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying we've crossed paths before? But why do I have no recollection of it? Please, stop acting like you know me inside and out! Even my parents wouldn't dare claim to know everything about me..."

Although her voice wasn't loud, it carried an undeniable firmness, as if declaring that Ye Junhao had no right to evaluate her so casually.

Upon hearing her words, Ye Junhao's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He didn't answer Nan Weiwei's question immediately, but just sat there quietly, looking at her with gentle and focused eyes.

His gaze seemed to possess an invisible power, as if trying to see through Nan Weiwei's appearance to her deepest, most genuine thoughts.

His eyes held a tender recollection, as if some images related to Nan Weiwei were floating in his mind; there was an expression of understanding, as if he truly had a unique understanding of Nan Weiwei; and there was also a hint of barely perceptible doting, as if he were looking at someone he couldn't help but want to protect.

The living room fell silent for a moment, with only the ticking of the wall clock as if keeping time for the tense and delicate atmosphere.

Nan Weiwei felt a little flustered as Ye Junhao stared at her quietly. She lowered her head slightly to avoid his intense gaze, but quickly raised it again, stubbornly meeting his eyes as if waiting for an explanation from him.

“You’re Miss Nan, isn’t it easy to find out about you? Just ask around,” Ye Junhao said.

Nan Weiwei stared intently at Ye Junhao, her vigilance like a cold star twinkling in the night, radiating a chill.

She wasn't the kind of naive girl who could be easily fooled. The words Nan Yifeng had repeatedly told her were now echoing in her mind—when a man is attentive to a woman, there is definitely an ulterior motive behind it.

Recalling her interactions with Ye Junhao over this period, Nan Weiwei felt more and more that things were not simple.

From the moment Ye Junhao suddenly appeared at the bar, bringing her that seemingly unintentional yet precise act of kindness by giving her that expensive bottle of wine, she initially took it as a chance act of kindness from a chance encounter.

But later, she discovered that Ye Junhao's shadow seemed to be everywhere in her life.

It was as if he had an invisible hand investigating everything about her behind the scenes—her preferences, her habits, even the troubles she had recently encountered. He knew all of this immediately.

Just like with Chen Donghai's case, that scoundrel kept harassing her aunt, making her extremely annoyed.

Just when she felt helpless, Ye Junhao appeared like a hero from heaven, easily solving the problem for her and making Chen Donghai never dare to provoke her again.

And then there were the constant invitations, the repeated invitations to dinner, each one meticulously arranged with an elegant setting and exquisite dishes.

Nan Weiwei felt increasingly uneasy. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and looked Ye Junhao directly into his eyes. Her voice was clear and firm as she asked, "Ye Junhao, what exactly are you planning? From the moment you gave me the wine at the bar, to the subsequent thorough investigation into my affairs, even helping me resolve Chen Donghai's thorny issue, and repeatedly inviting me to meals, what exactly is your intention? You've been so vague, saying you're standing up for what's right. Today, I must get a clear answer."

There was no trace of retreat or fear in her eyes, as if telling Ye Junhao that she would not be easily manipulated by him, and that she had enough courage and wisdom to face any possible situation.

Ye Junhao...