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

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the night of New Year's Eve, like a huge black silk ribbon, gently yet solemnly enveloped the entire city.

Warm and bright lights shone from the windows of every household, and laughter and the aroma of food wafted out from under the doors, filling the air.

At the Mu residence, at Xu Xiaoxiao's request, the housekeeper, Mama Hou, and the household servants all sat together to enjoy this special reunion dinner.

The table was laden with a sumptuous feast. The brightly colored braised pork glistened with an enticing sheen, the fragrant steamed fish was tender and delicious, and the dumplings, symbolizing reunion, were plump and round, as if telling a story of good wishes for the New Year.

As everyone enjoyed the food, they chatted happily, their laughter echoing throughout the restaurant, filling the otherwise somewhat quiet house with a festive atmosphere.

After the dinner, Fu Yanchen stood up with a gentle smile on his face and said to everyone in the family, "Everyone has worked hard today. I'm giving you all a break so you can go back and reunite with your families and have a happy New Year."

As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of red envelopes from his pocket and handed them out to everyone one by one.

The servants accepted the red envelopes, their faces beaming with gratitude and joy. They thanked Fu Yanchen and then left the Mu residence with heartfelt blessings.

Xu Xiaoxiao also received several red envelopes. One was from Fu Yanchen, which was bulging and clearly contained a lot of money. Another was from Nan Weiwei, which was delivered by same-city express and had a cute cartoon pattern on it, full of childlike fun.

Du Yunxi's red envelope was exquisite and small, embroidered with beautiful patterns; Nan Xi's red envelope, though simple and plain, conveyed sincerity.

She held the red envelopes tightly in her hands, her heart filled with warmth and gratitude.

At this moment, the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers were already ringing out outside. The crackling sounds were like the tolling of New Year's bells, announcing that the old year had passed and the new year was about to arrive.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood by the window, watching the colorful fireworks bloom in the night sky outside, like blooming flowers, beautiful yet fleeting.

She sat quietly by the window, gazing at the snow-covered world outside, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

The feeling was subtle, as if something was quietly changing, but it was impossible to describe it precisely.

In previous years, although the Spring Festival was very lively, I always felt that something was missing.

This year, however, there seems to be a unique atmosphere permeating the air, making people feel especially warm and comfortable.

She fell into deep thought, trying to find the source of this change.

Perhaps it's because she has more people around her who truly care about her.

They would offer her a cup of hot tea or a heartfelt greeting on a cold winter's day; they would patiently listen to her troubles and give her sincere advice and encouragement.

These small gestures, like the warm sun in winter, illuminated her originally lonely path.

And then there was him, who had always been silently protecting her... Thinking of this, a blush involuntarily rose on her face.

He always gazed at her with tender eyes, never speaking, yet he could understand all her thoughts.

When I'm with him, time seems to stand still, leaving only the subtle understanding and deep affection between us.

This New Year was of extraordinary significance to her. It not only brought new hope and aspirations, but also made her realize the preciousness of life.

Just then, Xu Xiaoxiao's phone suddenly vibrated. She picked it up and saw that someone with an unfamiliar profile picture had added her on WeChat, with the note saying that they were her mother's best friend.

Xu Xiaoxiao frowned, a little puzzled. She turned to Fu Yanchen, handed him her phone, and said, "Yanchen, look at this. It says it's my mother's best friend. Should I accept it?"

Fu Yanchen took the phone, glanced at the contact name, and a knowing look appeared on his face. He said softly, "It is indeed your mother's best friend. You can accept that."

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded after hearing Fu Yanchen's words, and her doubts immediately dissipated.

She clicked the accept button and immediately received a large red envelope with a transfer amount of 8888.

Xu Xiaoxiao stared at the number, her eyes widening instantly, her mouth slightly agape, a look of utter astonishment on her face.

She was taken aback when her mother's best friend, whom she had never met, sent her such a large red envelope.

She looked up at Fu Yanchen, her eyes full of questioning, as if asking, "Should I accept this red envelope?"

Xu Xiaoxiao gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, the red envelope numbers on the screen glaringly obvious.

She tilted her head slightly, her face full of confusion and helplessness, her voice tinged with bewilderment, and said to Fu Yanchen beside her, "Fu Yanchen, look, she... sent me such a big red envelope. The amount is so large that it's making me a little panicked. What should I do?"

Her bright eyes were filled with confusion, as if the red envelope in front of her was a hot potato, something she couldn't handle, nor could she put it down.

Fu Yanchen was leisurely leaning back on the soft sofa, one hand casually resting on the armrest, the other holding a glass of red wine, which he was gently swirling.

Hearing Xu Xiaoxiao's words, he raised an eyebrow slightly, looked away from his wine glass, glanced casually at the phone in Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, and smiled faintly, saying lightly, "Just accept it if she sends it. Maybe she just means well and wants to give you a New Year's surprise."

It was as if it were just an ordinary little thing.

After listening to Fu Yanchen's words, Xu Xiaoxiao thought about them for a moment and felt that they made sense.

She bit her lip, as if making a decision, nodded slightly, tapped the screen a few times, and accepted the large red envelope.

After receiving the red envelope, she looked up, a hint of gratitude in her eyes, and typed two words into her phone: "Thank you."

Then, Xu Xiaoxiao gently placed her phone on the coffee table in front of her, making a soft "snap" sound.

She slowly raised her eyes, her brows furrowing tightly, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety. She looked directly at Fu Yanchen, her voice tinged with urgency: "Sigh, I don't know how Grandma is doing. I haven't been able to contact her, and she doesn't call me. My heart is pounding like a rabbit, I'm so worried."

Upon hearing Xu Xiaoxiao mention "grandma," Fu Yanchen's hand twitched, and his eyes showed a hint of nervousness.

“Something’s not right. Logically speaking, Charles and his wife have always harbored ill intentions and coveted your grandmother. They have even used every trick in the book to try to gain your benefits through your grandmother.”

"They are not the kind of people who would give up easily, so why would they be so patient? Their prolonged inaction is illogical and makes people suspicious and worried."

"Fu Yanchen, I'm filled with unease. A sense of foreboding is growing stronger—could it be that Grandma has really met with some misfortune or is in some kind of crisis...?"

As Xu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes and leaned forward slightly, as if this would allow her to get closer to her grandmother and feel her condition.

Fu Yanchen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down heavily—the thing he had been worried about had finally happened!

Like a thick, oppressive dark cloud, it appeared in the sky without warning, shrouding the entire world in shadow.

Xu Xiaoxiao's deep concern for her grandmother was like an invisible yet incredibly strong thread, constantly tugging at her heartstrings.

This silk thread is so supple and long that no matter how time flows or how the world changes, it remains firmly entrenched there without ever becoming loose.

Especially during traditional festivals, this longing and yearning would surge towards her like a raging tide, relentlessly assaulting the fragile defenses in her heart time and time again.

During holidays, Xu Xiaoxiao would always sit by the window, gazing into the distance through the bright glass, as if she could travel across mountains and rivers to see her grandmother's kind face.

Her mind was filled with images of her grandmother's smile, her grandmother's words of advice, and all the little moments she had spent with her grandmother.

At this time, Fu Yanchen was like a guardian groping forward in the dark, racking his brains and trying every means to cover up the lie that his grandmother had passed away.

This time, Xu Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa again, her eyes full of worry, her brows furrowed tightly together like two unsolvable mountains.

She gently took Fu Yanchen's hand, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Yanchen, by this holiday, Grandma should have sent some news, but we haven't heard anything at all. This isn't like Grandma. I'm so worried."

Fu Yanchen felt a pang of heartache when he saw Xu Xiaoxiao's worried expression.

He extended his right hand and gently placed it on Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, then patted it a few times, as if trying to convey some warmth and strength to her in this way.

He tried to make his voice sound more like a gentle and kind encouragement: "Xiaoxiao, don't worry too much! No news might actually be a good thing. It means Grandma is living comfortably and happily now. Maybe she's enjoying the sunshine in some quiet corner, or chatting and laughing with old friends..."

"Think about it, Charles and his wife are probably afraid of me. They know that if they don't treat Grandma well, I won't let them off easily, so they treat her well. Don't worry too much. Grandma is so old, she definitely knows how to take care of herself."

Although he tried to keep his voice steady, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Lin Nuo was sitting to the side.

Lin Nuo had no relatives, so instead of spending this festive day alone, he came to the Fu family's house to join in the festivities.

Hearing Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen's conversation, he felt a pang of emotion.

Looking at Xu Xiaoxiao's increasingly protruding belly, and thinking that Xu Xiaoxiao was pregnant and shouldn't have too many worries and troubles, she echoed Fu Yanchen's words, saying, "Yes, Xiaoxiao, don't worry. Master has put a lot of effort into Grandma's matter, and everything has been taken care of."

"Your most important and primary task right now is to calm your mind and focus on your pregnancy and recuperation. Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight lately! This is not a good situation! Once the baby is safely born, you can visit your grandmother or have any other thoughts or actions, it's all fine. For now, just focus all your attention on the baby in your womb!" Lin Nuo said.

Hearing their words, Xu Xiaoxiao was still a little worried, but she knew they meant well. She nodded slightly, a hint of determination in her eyes: "Yes, I know you all mean well. I will try my best to focus on my pregnancy and hope Grandma will be safe and sound. But Lin Nuo, please don't speak so formally in the future. You know I'm not good at understanding."

Lin Nuo awkwardly touched his head.

After Xu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she gently leaned on Fu Yanchen's shoulder, as if seeking a sense of support and comfort.

Fu Yanchen held Xu Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, conveying strength and warmth to her.

Lin Nuo's phone rang abruptly in the living room, breaking the brief silence.

He glanced quickly at his phone screen, a hint of apology flashing across his face, and said to Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen, "Excuse me, I have something urgent to attend to and I have to go out for a bit."

Xu Xiaoxiao smiled and waved, signaling her to hurry up and get busy. Lin Nuo picked up her coat and quickly walked out of the Fu family's gate, leaving only the soft "click" of the door closing.

Xu Xiaoxiao withdrew her gaze and looked out the window again. At that moment, dazzling fireworks were blooming in the night sky, their colorful lights illuminating the entire sky.

Fireworks streaked across the sky like shooting stars, bursting into dazzling light before quickly disappearing into the darkness. They were breathtakingly beautiful, yet tinged with a fleeting sadness.

She sighed softly, her eyes filled with emotion, and turned to look at Fu Yanchen beside her, slowly saying, "Fu Yanchen, look how beautiful the fireworks are outside. But no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they are only a fleeting spectacle. Just like some feelings, which were once so intense, may eventually disappear without a trace. Do you think Weiwei will go back to the Nan family? Will Nan Yifeng still be there?"

Xu Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, lost in her memories: "Weiwei and Nan Yifeng used to love each other so much. The scene of them together was as beautiful as these fireworks. Then they suddenly broke up, and it was so bad. They were both stubborn and neither of them was willing to back down first."

A hint of regret and helplessness flickered in her eyes: "It seems like the two of them haven't had any contact at all lately. Every time I see Weiwei alone, I feel so lonely. Although she pretends to be strong and doesn't care about anything on the surface, I know that she still cares about Nan Yifeng a lot in her heart."

“Nan Yifeng is the same. Sometimes I see him lost in thought, and I know from the loneliness and disappointment in his eyes that he is still thinking about Weiwei.”

Xu Xiaoxiao gently shook her head and continued, "But they just won't take that step, they won't take the initiative to reconcile. Like now, whether Weiwei will return to the Nan family, whether Nan Yifeng will be there or not, has become unknown. If Weiwei goes back, and Nan Yifeng is there, will they get back together like before? Or is the gap between them too deep to be bridged?"

Fu Yanchen listened quietly to Xu Xiaoxiao's story. He gently held Xu Xiaoxiao's hand and said tenderly, "It's hard to say about matters of the heart. Sometimes a turn of the head can mean a lifetime."

"However, perhaps Weiwei and Nan Yifeng just need some time and space to calm down. Once they've figured things out, they might take the initiative to find each other. Don't worry too much about them; they're adults and will handle their own affairs."

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned on Fu Yanchen's shoulder and whispered, "I hope so. I really hope they can let go of their stubbornness and get back together, after all, they used to love each other so much."

After saying that, she turned her gaze back to the fireworks outside the window, her eyes filled with anticipation and blessings.

At this time...