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

Time flows like a gentle stream, silent yet hurried. In the blink of an eye, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival has not yet completely dissipated, and the Lantern Festival, carrying the sweetness and reunion, has arrived lightly.

The red lanterns hanging high swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling the story of the festival's joy; the aroma of glutinous rice balls wafting through the streets and alleys tantalized people's taste buds, immersing the entire city in a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

However, for Nan Weiwei, this Lantern Festival, while still lively, also carried a different kind of emotion.

Once the Lantern Festival was over, she began to plan her new journey.

She returned to her parents' home in Nanjia to visit them after a long time. As she stepped into that familiar and warm home, the surprised and gratified smiles on her parents' faces instantly dispelled her fatigue from the journey.

The family sat together, eating a steaming hot meal and chatting about everyday things. In those ordinary and trivial words, there was a lot of concern and love for each other.

During this period, Nan Yifeng did not appear.

After a brief stay at the Nan family's house, Nan Weiwei began packing her clothes.

She carefully selected each piece of clothing and neatly folded them into her suitcase, as if preparing for the new life she was about to embark on.

Her eyes held both reluctance to let go of the past and anticipation for the future.

After packing her luggage, she went to Lu Feng's company to report for duty with full courage and determination.

Nan Weiwei dragged her packed suitcase, her steps conveying a sense of determination mixed with a hint of reluctance as she left the Nan family home.

With each step she took, it seemed as if she were silently bidding farewell to the past. Her slender yet upright figure gradually disappeared around the corner of the Nan family's gate.

Only after that figure had completely disappeared from sight did Nan Yifeng, who had been hiding in the attic, slowly walk down the stairs.

His steps were heavy, each one feeling as if it were pounding on his own heart, making a dull thud.

He stood by the living room window, his gaze fixed on the direction Nan Weiwei had left through the clear glass, his eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

There was longing in it, longing for every little moment spent with Nan Weiwei; regret, regret for the things she had done that hurt her; and a trace of helplessness, helplessness at their current estranged relationship.

Nan Xi stood beside Nan Yifeng, and seeing his son's distraught appearance, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He gently patted Nan Yifeng's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, yet it seemed to carry a silent comfort.

He asked, "Why didn't you go out and say hello to her? Even just a simple goodbye would have been fine." His voice was deep and gentle, carrying the concern unique to an older brother.

Nan Yifeng remained gazing out the window, his eyes somewhat vacant, as if he hadn't heard Nan Xi's words.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and deep, as if coming from a distant place: "She doesn't want to see me."

Those few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength; each word was like a sharp edge, piercing his own heart.

Upon hearing this, Nan Xi couldn't help but let out a long sigh. His gaze followed Nan Yifeng as he looked out the window, and images of Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng together flashed through his mind.

They were so close back then, laughing and playing together, sharing all the joys and sorrows of life.

But at some point, a rift gradually grew between them, and those beautiful memories became like a broken mirror, never to be pieced back together.

"How did you two end up like this?" Nan Xi couldn't help but mutter to himself.

His voice was filled with doubt and regret. He couldn't understand why two people who once loved each other so much had ended up like strangers.

Was it a cruel twist of fate, or had they simply lost their way in matters of the heart?

Nan Yifeng did not answer Nan Xi's question. He remained standing there quietly, his eyes still fixed on the direction where Nan Weiwei had left.

It was as if if he kept gazing at her like that, Nan Weiwei would suddenly appear in front of him, and they could go back to the past and start over.

However, reality is so cruel. That vanished figure is like an insurmountable chasm between them, making them drift further and further apart in each other's worlds.

When Nan Weiwei walked lightly into the gate of Lu Feng Company, Lu Feng was sitting at his desk, busy at work.

He looked up and saw Nan Weiwei had arrived. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

He quickly put down his work, picked up his phone and sent a message, then stood up and strode over to Nan Weiwei, greeting her warmly: "Weiwei, you're finally here! Welcome to our big family."

The cheerful voice echoed in the office, instantly easing Nan Weiwei's initial tension.

Next, Lu Feng gave Nan Weiwei a tour of the company, explaining the functions of each department and the situation of her colleagues as they walked.

Finally, they arrived at a workstation. Lu Feng pointed to the workstation and said to Nan Weiwei, "Weiwei, this is Xiaomei's workstation. From now on, you two will be colleagues. You can communicate with each other if you don't understand anything."

Nan Weiwei looked in the direction Lu Feng was pointing and saw Xiao Mei sitting at her workstation, staring intently at the computer screen, occasionally scribbling on a piece of paper.

However, Xiao Mei is completely different now! Standing there, she attracts attention like a dazzling star.

She wore fashionable and glamorous clothes, every detail showcasing her taste and personality; her makeup was exquisite and elegant, perfectly highlighting her natural beauty; her eyes were confident and firm, revealing a mature and composed temperament.

Xiao Mei is no longer the naive and clueless girl who just arrived, but a beautiful phoenix that has emerged from its cocoon after going through trials and tribulations.

Today, Xiaomei shines like a dazzling star, radiating captivating brilliance.

Through the passage of time and the accumulation of life experience, she has mastered the essence of dressing.

Whether it's for everyday outings or formal occasions, Xiaomei's attire is always just right, showcasing her unique personal style and taste while appearing dignified, elegant, and poised.

Her hair was neatly tied back, revealing her smooth forehead, and she wore light makeup, making her look energetic and confident.

Moreover, through this period of learning and practice, her horizons have broadened considerably.

She was no longer confined to her original little world, but gained a deeper understanding and knowledge of the design industry.

She began to pay attention to fashion trends, learn various design software and techniques, and strive to improve her professional skills.

Looking at the completely transformed Xiao Mei, Nan Weiwei couldn't help but feel happy for her.

She stepped forward, gently patted Xiaomei on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Xiaomei, it's been a long time! You've changed so much!"

Xiao Mei looked up and saw Nan Weiwei. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She quickly stood up and greeted her warmly, "Sister Weiwei, you're here! Have I really changed? Hehe, I've been working hard to learn design lately, hoping to get promoted soon." As she spoke, she scratched her head shyly.

Looking at Xiaomei's energetic and motivated appearance, Nan Weiwei encouraged her, "Go for it, Xiaomei! I believe you can do it. Let's work hard together and make a name for ourselves in this company."

Xiao Mei nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with determination and anticipation.

Nan Weiwei and Xiaomei had known each other for a long time.

Now that they've been assigned to work side-by-side in the same company, their interactions have undoubtedly become more harmonious and joyful.

Xiao Mei entered the design industry relatively late, much like a small boat just setting sail on a vast ocean, filled with uncertainty and confusion about the course ahead.

She often feels overwhelmed when faced with various design software and complex design concepts. Operations that are simple and easy to understand in the eyes of others become difficult in her hands.

Nan Weiwei, with her rich experience and solid skills accumulated over many years in the design field, naturally took on the responsibility of guiding Xiaomei forward and became her true mentor.

Nan Weiwei always patiently and meticulously explained every design detail to Xiaomei.

She would hold the design draft, gesturing on the paper while explaining the design ideas to Xiaomei in simple and easy-to-understand language; when Xiaomei encountered difficulties in operating the software, Nanwei would teach her step by step until Xiaomei fully mastered it.

Under Nan Weiwei's careful guidance, Xiaomei is like a seed that is diligently absorbing nutrients, gradually taking root and sprouting in the field of design, and making visible progress.

One of them taught diligently, and the other learned humbly. The working atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant. From time to time, they would look at each other and burst into laughter because of a clever design inspiration. Their laughter echoed in the office like silver bells.

Lu Feng sat at his desk and glanced up casually, only to see this heartwarming and beautiful scene. Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei, engrossed in their work, looked especially charming in the sunlight.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Nan Yifeng has always been deeply in love with Nan Weiwei. Even though they have broken up, Nan Yifeng must still care about Nan Weiwei.

It's necessary to "talk to him about this," and it might even stir up some trouble between them.

So, Lu Feng furtively picked up his phone, tiptoed around like a thief, adjusted the angle, and quickly pressed the shutter, taking a picture of Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei at work.

In the photo, Nan Weiwei is leaning slightly forward, pointing to the design draft and explaining it to Xiao Mei, her face beaming with a confident yet gentle smile; Xiao Mei, on the other hand, is looking up, her eyes fixed on the spot where Nan Weiwei is pointing, her gaze full of focus and admiration.

Lu Feng looked at the photo and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he couldn't wait to open the chat window with Nan Yifeng, send the photo, and add a slightly teasing comment: "Your darling has joined my company."

At this moment, Nan Yifeng was sitting alone in his somewhat deserted office, surrounded by piles of documents and materials, but his mind was not on these tasks at all.

Nan Weiwei's voice and smile kept appearing in his mind, and the wonderful times they had spent together flashed before his eyes like a movie.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, breaking the quiet and slightly oppressive atmosphere.

He picked up his phone and saw a message from Lu Feng. He opened the photo, his gaze lingering on it for a moment. Looking at Nan Weiwei's happy and carefree appearance in the photo, he felt a pang of pain in his heart, as if pricked by a needle.

But he quickly suppressed his inner turmoil and replied calmly, "We've already broken up. Where she goes is none of my business."

Lu Feng glanced at Nan Yifeng's brief and indifferent reply, then curled his lip. He had originally hoped to see Nan Yifeng react with some excitement, but now he only felt extremely bored.

He shook his head helplessly, tossed his phone aside, and muttered, "This is so boring." Then he went back to his work, while Nan Yifeng remained immersed in his complicated emotions, unable to pull himself out of them for a long time.

With great difficulty, Nan Yifeng finally immersed himself in his work. The mountain of documents and complex project plans were like insurmountable obstacles, but he solved them one by one with his professional skills and perseverance.

When he finally finished his last task, he let out a long sigh of relief and slumped back in his office chair, overwhelmed by exhaustion.

This fatigue didn't last long; his gaze inadvertently fell on the phone lying to the side.

That phone was like a mysterious box, containing many things he didn't want to face but couldn't let go of.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly reached out, picked up his phone, and gently swiped his fingers to find the photo of Nan Weiwei that Lu Feng had sent him.

Nan Weiwei in the photo seems to be enveloped in a halo of happiness.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving upwards to reveal a row of clean, even teeth. Her smile was as bright and radiant as a flower blooming in spring.

Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, sparkling with a lively light, as if they held the joy of the whole world.

Her cheeks still had a faint blush, as if they had been gently kissed by the sun, and she exuded a carefree aura.

Looking at this photo, Nan Yifeng's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the past.

Those wonderful times he spent with Nan Weiwei flashed before his eyes like a movie.

They once strolled together on the beach at sunset, hand in hand, feeling the gentle caress of the sea breeze and listening to the whispers of the waves.

They once stood together on a winter street, cuddling together and sharing a steaming cup of coffee, warming each other's bodies and souls;

They once worked together for a small dream, encouraging and supporting each other, and overcoming one difficulty after another.

Those days were so sweet and blissful, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.

But now everything has changed. Nan Weiwei proposed to separate, and no matter how Nan Yifeng tried to persuade or plead with her, she firmly chose to leave.

At that moment, Nan Yifeng felt his world collapse instantly. He felt as if he had lost everything and was plunged into endless pain and despair.

Nan Yifeng gently stroked the photo on his phone screen, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

How he longed to see Nan Weiwei again, to hear her voice again, to embrace her again, and to feel her warmth.

But he knew that all of this was no longer possible.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully severed everything between them.

"Why, Weiwei, do we have to separate?"

Nan Yifeng muttered to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and bitterness.

His heart was filled with resentment, resentment towards Nan Weiwei's heartlessness.

He also understood that matters of the heart cannot be forced. Since Nan Weiwei had already chosen to leave, there was no point in trying to persuade her to stay.

He could only silently endure all of this, burying the pain and longing deep in his heart, licking his wounds alone in the darkness.

Outside the window, night had fallen, and the city lights shone brightly, but they could not illuminate the dark corner in Nan Yifeng's heart.

He sat quietly in his office chair, gazing at the photograph for a long time, as if time had frozen at that moment.