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

At that moment, the tranquility of the office, where only the sound of one's own heartbeat could be heard, was suddenly shattered by a rapid and sharp telephone ring.

The ringing of the bell was like an invisible hand, suddenly gripping Nan Yifeng's heart, making his already somewhat troubled thoughts even more chaotic.

He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he still slowly reached out and picked up the phone on his desk.

As he pressed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, a man's voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and teasing, came from the other end: "Young Master Nan, are you free to hang out tonight?"

"I'm busy," Nan Yifeng declined. The caller was an old friend of his, someone he contacted only occasionally.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

A series of annoying smacking sounds followed, then a mocking voice: "Everyone in the circle is talking about it! They're saying you've gloriously returned to the ranks of the single aristocrats! Oh my, congratulations! But now that you're free again, why not take this opportunity to go out and have some fun, to live life to the fullest? Hehehe..."

The voice deliberately dragged out the last syllable, especially the final "Congratulations," which sounded like it was being squeezed out from between teeth. The tone was extremely strange, and it was clear that the speaker was gloating and kicking someone when they were down. It was obvious that the speaker wanted to stab Nan Yifeng in the heart, so that he would have new scars before his old wounds had healed.

Nan Yifeng's face instantly darkened, his brows furrowed tightly, forming a "川" shape, and his eyes revealed an undisguised disgust and irritation.

His first instinct was to refuse. The first thought in his mind was that he was not in the mood to attend any party. He just wanted to be alone, immersed in his own world, licking the wounds that had just been hurt by the memories.

He opened his mouth, the words of refusal already on the tip of his tongue, as if they were about to burst out at any moment.

However, just as the words of refusal were about to burst from his throat, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He realized that he couldn't keep dwelling on the pain of the past, and he couldn't shut himself off and refuse all social activities because of a breakup.

He needs to change; he needs to rediscover his confident and carefree self.

Moreover, he also wanted to take this opportunity to prove to those who were talking about him behind his back that he, Nan Yifeng, would not be discouraged by a single failed relationship.

So he stopped the words of refusal that were about to spill out, and his originally tense lips turned up slightly, forming a smile that was a little bitter but also a little stubborn.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and natural, and then slowly said, "Okay, time and place, see you tonight."

These three simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, yet they also revealed an undeniable firmness.

The man on the other end of the phone seemed surprised that Nan Yifeng would agree so readily. He paused for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter: "Haha, Young Master Nan is so straightforward! I'll send you the address, and we'll meet tonight. I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for you."

Nan Yifeng didn't say anything more, just gave a soft "hmm" and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Yifeng leaned back in his office chair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Nan Yifeng paused for a moment. The office was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard, the sound of which seemed to tap on his tense nerves.

His fingers tapped lightly on the desk unconsciously, his eyes were somewhat vacant, and Nan Weiwei's smile and her resolute departure kept replaying in his mind.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he reached for his phone, which was lying to the side, intending to call Fu Yanchen and ask him out for a few drinks to vent his frustrations.

He skillfully dialed Fu Yanchen's number, held the phone to his ear, and waited quietly for the other party to answer.

However, all he heard on the other end of the phone was a mechanical voice informing him that the other party had gone abroad and could not answer the call.

Nan Yifeng sighed helplessly, hung up the phone, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Even if Fu Yanchen didn't go abroad, he probably wouldn't come. He had to stay home to take care of Xu Xiaoxiao. Now that Xu Xiaoxiao was pregnant, he had even given up smoking, let alone alcohol.

He stared at his phone screen for a few seconds, his finger swiping across the contacts before finally stopping at Lu Feng's name.

He thought for a moment, then quickly typed a message and sent it: "Lu Feng, what are you doing?"

Lu Feng said, "What can I do? I have to work hard. Unlike you, I'm not a rich second-generation with a harmonious family. I have to work hard to earn money for my wife."

Nan Yifeng: "Rest for one night, come on, let's go out and have a drink, I'll give you a big project tomorrow."

He frowned; the thought of drinking made his stomach churn.

Last time he drank with Nan Yifeng and the others, he got completely drunk. The next day, his head was throbbing like it was going to explode, and he was so weak that he felt like all his strength had been drained away. It almost killed him. To make matters worse, he also suffered a perforated stomach and nearly died.

He hurriedly replied, "Yi Feng, I won't go for the drinking. You know my health condition. The doctor has already told me that if I want to live, I have to be sensible. I won't go. I can't drink alcohol. I value my life. I haven't settled down yet. If I go, I'll just sit there and spoil your fun."

As he typed, he silently prayed that Nan Yifeng would let him go.

Nan Yifeng looked at Lu Feng's reply and a slightly sly smile appeared on his lips.

He quickly typed another message and sent it: "I know. You can drink plain water, tea, or juice. The most important thing is that you can pick up girls. There are lots of girls out there."

He deliberately emphasized the words "lots of girls" in an attempt to attract Lu Feng.

When Lu Feng saw this message, his eyes widened instantly, and he almost jumped out of his chair.

He stared at his phone screen in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

His fingers flew across the screen as he replied, "No, Nan Yifeng, you, you, are you out of your mind? You've only been single for a short time and you're already looking for another relationship? Are you really going to forget Weiwei, or are you just looking for someone to tide you over?"

Lu Feng's tone was full of surprise and confusion. In his opinion, Nan Yifeng should not have gotten over the heartbreak so quickly, and should not have been so eager to find a new relationship.

Nan Yifeng frowned deeply, his face full of impatience, and his voice unconsciously rose a little, tinged with annoyance: "Lu Feng, when did you start talking so much nonsense? Can't you say something? What, Fu Yanchen went abroad and didn't have time, so you went abroad too?"

He was feeling extremely frustrated at the moment. He was already depressed because of his breakup and wanted to find someone to drink with to relieve his sorrow, but Lu Feng was still dawdling around, which made him even more irritable.

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment by Nan Yifeng's sharp rebuke on the other end of the phone, and then sighed helplessly.

He inwardly groaned; you really can't reason with someone who's just broken up with their boyfriend. He'd only asked a few more questions, and Nan Yifeng had already snapped at him like that.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally relented, "...Okay, okay... Here you go! Are you satisfied now?"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng walked out of his spacious and comfortable office.

As he walked, he thought about how to deal with Nan Yifeng later.

Just then, Xiaomei happened to pass by and saw Lu Feng. She smiled and asked, "Brother Lu, what would you like to eat tonight? I'm going to buy groceries."

"Xiaomei, buy less. I have something to do tonight and won't be home for dinner. You'll have to eat by yourself."

"Oh, is that so? Hey, where are you going? A business dinner? You can't drink alcohol, your health isn't good to begin with." Xiaomei's voice was clear and melodious, with an innocent smile on her face.

Lu Feng nodded, stopped, and glanced at Nan Weiwei, who was packing her bag to go home.

Nan Weiwei was looking down, tidying up her things and putting them into her bag. Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. From the side, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheeks, making her look exceptionally gentle.

Lu Feng withdrew his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to tell the truth: "Um, Weiwei is... Nan Yifeng is looking for me..."

He thought to himself, anyway, Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng had been together before.

Xiao Mei's eyes flashed with curiosity upon hearing this. Just as she was about to ask something else, Lu Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I have to go now. You guys should go back and rest early too."

Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei nodded and left.

Outside the company, Nan Weiwei composed herself, trying to appear nonchalant. She raised her head slightly, forced a smile, and said to Xiao Mei, "Xiao Mei, well... I'm going home now. See you tomorrow. Be careful on your way."

She tried to keep her voice light, but the slight tremor at the end of her voice still betrayed the sadness deep in her heart.

Xiao Mei had been paying close attention to Nan Weiwei's expression; she knew all too well that Nan Weiwei was putting on a brave front.

Seeing Nan Weiwei turn to leave, Xiaomei's heart tightened. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Nan Weiwei's arm, and urgently called out to her, "Weiwei, I know you're upset. Don't hold it in."

Xiao Mei's eyes were full of worry and heartache. She knew how much of a blow the breakup had been to Nan Weiwei and didn't want her to bear this pain alone.

Xiao Mei's eyes darted around, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in her mind. She then spoke up:

"How about we do this? Why don't we go and visit Xiaoxiao together? I heard that Xiaoxiao's husband has to go away for a while because of work. She'll be all alone now, and she'll definitely feel bored and annoyed! Besides, I didn't dare to go when Mr. Fu was around. He's... scary."

Nan Weiwei... "Is he really that scary?"

Nan nodded slightly. "Yeah, so while he's not home, let's just head straight to her place, have a good chat with her, have a meal or something...hehehe, to be honest, we just want to get a free meal at her place! We're feeling lazy today and don't want to cook, so we might as well go and mooch a meal! Her chef's cooking is really delicious."

As Xiao Mei spoke, she observed Nan Weiwei's reaction, her face filled with anticipation, hoping that Nan Weiwei would agree.

Nan Weiwei stopped in her tracks when she heard Xiaomei's words.

She slowly turned her head and looked into Xiaomei's sincere and concerned eyes, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She remained silent for a moment, pondering Xiaomei's words.

Actually, she was in a state of utter confusion at that moment. She really didn't want to go home alone and face that empty room, because the loneliness and solitude would overwhelm her like a tide.

Having dinner with Xiaomei and Xiaoxiao might help her temporarily forget those unhappy things.

So, Nan Wei nodded slightly, a genuine smile finally appearing on her lips, and said, "Let's go."

When Xiaomei saw that Nan Weiwei had agreed, a bright smile immediately appeared on her face. She happily took Nan Weiwei's arm and said, "Great, Weiwei, let's go quickly. I'll call Xiaoxiao. When we get to her house, Xiaoxiao might have already asked the chef to prepare a delicious meal for us."

Lu Feng stood in front of the company's large, bright floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei's figures as they gradually disappeared into the distance.

The two women walked side by side, their steps light and cheerful, their clear and melodious laughter echoing in the air like silver bells, seemingly able to dispel all gloom.

Nan Wei tilted her head slightly, a relaxed smile on her face, and a lively light in her eyes. She chatted with Xiao Mei, gesturing with her hands from time to time. She looked extremely happy.

Lu Feng frowned slightly as he watched this scene, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

He couldn't help but recall Nan Yifeng's dejected appearance just now, and the scene of Nan Yifeng eagerly wanting to go out for drinks with friends to get over his heartbreak.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei was able to leave so casually, chatting and laughing with Xiaomei, as if Nan Yifeng could no longer stir any waves in her heart.

"Nan Weiwei, do you really not care about Nan Yifeng anymore?"

Lu Feng silently asked himself this question.

He recalled the sweet and loving way Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng were together, the wonderful times they spent together, every moment filled with love and warmth.

Back then, Nan Weiwei only had eyes for Nan Yifeng. She was willing to give everything for him. She would be happy all day because of a word of concern from Nan Yifeng, and she would be moved to tears by a small gesture from him.

But now, everything has changed.

Nan Weiwei didn't seem to care at all what Nan Yifeng was doing, and didn't show the slightest sadness or reluctance.

Her relaxed and carefree expression seemed to tell everyone that she had completely let go of the past and started a new life.

Lu Feng found it increasingly unbelievable; he simply couldn't believe that Nan Weiwei could let go of this relationship in such a short time.

He guessed that perhaps Nan Weiwei was just putting on a brave face, not wanting others to see her vulnerability and pain; perhaps she was just burying this feeling deep in her heart, pretending to be indifferent on the surface, but actually suffering alone in her heart.

"Sigh, matters of the heart are so complicated."

Lu Feng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and turned to leave the floor-to-ceiling window.