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

Ye Junhao leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed sincerely on Nan Weiwei's face. His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable seriousness: "I do like you, and this liking is untainted by any falsehood or scheming. But I also know that I did some things that weren't entirely aboveboard before, which made you wary of me. I assure you, I will never use such methods again."

Nan Weiwei... are you finally giving up the act?

"Weiwei, I really know nothing about what happened between Li Shanshan and Nan Yifeng! Maybe they were already together a long time ago! If this has caused you any trouble or unpleasantness, I'm so sorry, please forgive me~"

"However, if you're still holding a grudge and can't let go of this knot in your heart... how about this: I'll fire that woman right now and never let her ever show her face again! It'll be a way for you to vent your anger. What do you think?"

Nan Weiwei remained expressionless, her delicate features seemingly covered by a layer of frost, without the slightest ripple.

She gently but firmly shook her head, as if trying to expel something invisible from her mind.

His voice also became unusually cold, like the biting wind of midwinter, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

No need. These two words seemed frozen in the air, emanating a chill.

Then she continued, her tone calm but carrying an undeniable sense of detachment: "You and I... are not acquainted. How you employ people is entirely up to your personal preferences and judgments, and it has nothing to do with me. Therefore, I have no reason to interfere in your affairs, much less the right to make any demands or suggestions to you, don't you think?"

Moreover... none of this matters to her anymore.

Her eyes, which were originally bright and dazzling like stars, now resembled two deep, bottomless dry wells shrouded in thick fog, appearing utterly empty and bewildered.

It was as if nothing in the world could arouse her interest or attention anymore—whether it was the delicate and beautiful flowers as colorful as the sunset, or the crystal clear lake water as flawless as jade.

Or it could be a warm and pleasant breeze, as gentle and comfortable as the spring sun, and so on. All such beautiful things are like this!

All those trivial matters that had once troubled her so much, that she was so deeply entangled in them and unable to extricate herself, and that had caused her so much torment, had now become insignificant, even trivial, and not worth mentioning at all!

Ye Junhao was slightly taken aback, not expecting Nan Weiwei to refuse so resolutely.

He paused for a moment, then smiled gently, trying to break the awkward atmosphere with a lighthearted tone: "Then... shall we have a meal together? I know a restaurant with an elegant ambiance, exquisite dishes, and absolutely top-notch taste. I'm sure you'll like it."

His eyes were full of expectation, as if he was waiting for Nan Wei to nod in agreement.

Nan Weiwei shook her head decisively once again. Her firm and swift movements suggested that she had already made a decision, without the slightest hesitation or entanglement.

"No need, I'm so sorry! My appetite is poor, I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy this meal~ Farewell! Oh, by the way... I must praise your fine wines here, the taste is mellow and lingering, leaving a lasting impression!"

After speaking, Nan Weiwei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, a smile as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's resolute back, Ye Junhao felt a little disappointed, but he quickly composed himself.

He nodded slightly, his elegant smile still on his face: "OK, since you put it that way, I won't force you. Otherwise, you'll think I have ulterior motives towards you again. The wine... it's really good, imported from abroad. Since you like it, I'll give you a bottle. I have a few other brands in my cellar, the taste is similar to this one."

Nan Weiwei,,,,

"However, Weiwei... this wine is a fine treasure, carefully brewed over the years! It must be savored slowly to appreciate its lingering flavor. You must not drink it greedily, for doing so would be to ruin such a fine wine and food!"

His voice was gentle and considerate, as if he were giving advice to an important friend.

Nan Weiwei did not refuse. Carrying the bottle of wine given by Ye Junhao in one hand, she stepped into her aunt's house with slightly tired but somewhat relieved steps.

She gently placed the wine on the cabinet in the entryway and was about to change her shoes when she heard her aunt's familiar yet concerned voice coming from the living room: "Where did you go?"

Nan Wei was slightly taken aback, then straightened up, forced a natural smile, and looked at her aunt, saying, "Oh, Aunt, I went to meet a friend."

She didn't want her aunt to worry about her, so she didn't mention Ye Junhao. After all, she herself hadn't fully figured out the complicated and subtle things between her and Ye Junhao.

Aunt stood up from the sofa, slowly walked to Nan Weiwei's side, looked her up and down, her eyes full of concern: "Friend? What friend? I've never heard you mention it before."

As her aunt spoke, she gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder, a gesture full of an elder's affection.

Nan Weiwei felt a slight tightness in her heart. She knew that her aunt was always very perceptive, and if her answer was not natural enough, it would definitely arouse her aunt's suspicion.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her tone sound relaxed and casual: "He's just a regular friend, Auntie. We met by chance before, and we happened to run into each other today, so we sat down and chatted."

Aunt frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes: "Just a friend? Then why would I give you wine?"

She pointed to the bottle of wine on the entryway cabinet. The wine was exquisitely packaged and clearly not an ordinary product, so her aunt naturally had some questions.

Nan Weiwei glanced at the bottle of wine following her aunt's gaze, inwardly groaning that she hadn't expected her aunt to notice such a detail.

She had a sudden inspiration and said with a smile, "Auntie, you have such good taste! This wine was given to me by my friend who knows I like to drink. He happened to have an extra bottle. It's nothing particularly valuable, just a token of his appreciation."

As she spoke, she walked to the cabinet, picked up a bottle of wine, and pretended to be nonchalant.

After hearing Nan Weiwei's explanation, her aunt's doubts lessened slightly, but she still said with some concern, "Weiwei, you just broke up with Nan Yifeng, so you must be feeling down. I don't object to you making friends, but you must be careful not to be deceived. There are a lot of bad people out there, especially those with ulterior motives."

Her aunt's tone was full of worry; she was afraid that Nan Weiwei's low spirits due to heartbreak would make her vulnerable to being taken advantage of.

Nan Weiwei felt a surge of emotion; she knew her aunt was doing it for her own good.

She stepped forward, gently hugged her aunt, and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll take good care of myself and won't let anyone bully me."

Her voice was a little choked up; she didn't want her aunt to worry about her.

Aunt patted Nan Weiwei's back gently and said, "That's good, that's good. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat. Aunt made your favorite dishes today."

After saying that, her aunt turned and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Nan Weiwei standing there, feeling warm inside.