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

Lu Feng's rhythm was disrupted by an unexpected problem.

He was so busy that his original schedule was completely disrupted, and he had no choice but to postpone it by an hour.

Meanwhile, Nan Yifeng was like an ant on a hot pan, receiving one phone call after another, the rapid ringing seeming to urge him on with his anxious heart.

While frantically dealing with project issues, Lu Feng listened to his phone ringing incessantly and couldn't help but complain in his heart: "People who have just broken up are really hard to please."

After finally managing to organize the mess of documents and materials in the office, Lu Feng hurriedly headed towards the place Nan Yifeng had mentioned.

Throughout the journey, he was still thinking about the project, and his steps seemed somewhat hurried.

When he finally arrived at the agreed-upon venue and pushed open the door, the scene before him stunned him instantly.

The atmosphere inside the spacious and luxurious booths felt somewhat eerie and discordant.

The only thing that caught people's attention was a man named Nan Yifeng.

He was as upright as a pine tree and as aloof as a mountain, but he was out of place with his surroundings.

Looking around, the booth was surrounded by a group of women dressed in all sorts of fashionable clothes, with exquisite and glamorous makeup, each exuding a charming allure.

These women have hot and sexy figures, with curves that are impossible to ignore; their faces are covered in heavy makeup, whether it's bright red lips or smoky eye makeup, all of which are carefully made up.

Despite their glamorous appearance, these women couldn't hide the strong scent of cosmetics they wore.

The women surrounded Nan Yifeng, some chatting and laughing with him, others deliberately rubbing against him. The booth was filled with a strong scent of perfume and a noisy atmosphere, almost leaving no room for Lu Feng.

Lu Feng's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth involuntarily opened slightly. He thought to himself, "Has Nan Yifeng gone mad? How could he do something like this?"

At this very moment, he found himself surrounded by a group of chattering, flamboyant women, desperately trying to carve a bloody path through this surging sea of ​​people.

These women were either delicate and charming, elegant and refined, or passionate and unrestrained, but without exception, they all exuded a captivating charm and fragrance.

However, for Lu Feng, they were like insurmountable mountains, making it difficult for him to move forward.

After a period of arduous and extraordinary efforts, he finally managed to carve out a small space in this group of women, where he could catch his breath a little.

Just as Lu Feng had settled down and was not yet fully at ease, a strange sensation suddenly surged into his heart—as if a mysterious and unpredictable hand, from who knows where, was gently and subtly caressing his body!

The sudden touch sent a jolt through Lu Feng as if he had been electrocuted. His body trembled violently, and he nearly jumped up from his seat in shock!

Startled, Lu Feng quickly raised his head, his eyes scanning his surroundings anxiously, trying to find out who the evil hand that dared to lay a hand on him belonged to.

At the same time, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Good heavens... Nan Yifeng, what are you doing?"

Immediately afterwards, his face suddenly turned gloomy, as if shrouded in a dark cloud. His originally gentle gaze instantly became sharp and cold, like two sharp swords piercing straight at the person in front of him.

His lips trembled slightly, then he suddenly opened his mouth and roared: "Whose hand is this? Don't touch me! Behave yourself! Or I'll chop it off!" The roar was like a thunderclap, deafening, and extremely abrupt and jarring in the noisy booth.

Despite such a stern rebuke, the women remained unmoved and even showed some disdain.

They seemed to be used to this kind of scene and didn't care at all about the man's tough attitude.

Just then, one of the women, with a graceful figure and beautiful face, took a step forward without fear, and with a slight tilt of her body, she slid into his arms like a snake.

Her soft body pressed tightly against his strong chest, exuding a captivating fragrance that stirred the heart.

At the same time, the woman said in a coquettish tone, "Oh my, brother~ of course I know! You grown men hate those docile girls the most! Even though you always tell others to behave, you secretly wish we'd take the initiative! Isn't that right, Mr. Lu? Come, come, try the wine your sister specially prepared for you..."

As she spoke, she winked seductively and casually picked up a glass of red wine from the table, bringing it to Lu Feng's lips.

Lu Feng frowned slightly, looking at the woman in front of him with a somewhat evasive gaze. He tried to create some distance between them, but didn't want to appear too deliberate.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm so sorry, I just took some cephalosporin, and according to the doctor's orders, I absolutely cannot drink alcohol! So... I'm really sorry~"

Upon hearing this, the woman's once radiant face instantly paled as if struck by frost, losing its luster, and her eyes revealed an undisguised sense of loss.

This feeling lasted only a moment before she quickly regained her composure and revealed a radiant and charming smile, as beautiful as spring flowers in full bloom.

She swayed her slender waist, moving like a water snake, and slowly sat down next to Lu Feng. At the same time, she gently placed her hand, painted with brightly colored nail polish, on his arm and said softly:

"Oh dear, Mr. Lu, you're really not being fair! How can you not even grant me this small request? Are you so stingy with sharing this fine wine and food with me? This is getting so boring..."

As she spoke, she gently patted Lu Feng's shoulder.

Lu Feng sighed helplessly, wondering what Nan Yifeng was up to and how he had ended up in such an awkward situation.

Nan Yifeng's deep, somewhat languid voice rang out in the noisy booth: "Old Lu has a stomach problem and can't drink. If you want to drink, come to me."

He turned slightly to the side, casually resting one hand on the back of the sofa, his eyes sweeping over the women around him, as if making a declaration.

Lu Feng was initially quite annoyed by the women's advances, but upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words, he was taken aback for a moment before turning to look at Nan Yifeng.

Looking at Nan Yifeng's seemingly nonchalant yet subtly commanding presence, he felt a surge of inexplicable impulse.

He felt that coming to a place like this without drinking was like going to war without weapons—utterly pointless.

So, he waved his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Alright, fill it up! I'll risk my life to keep you company today. I shouldn't die from drinking! I'm not that unlucky."

His voice carried a bold and unrestrained spirit, as if he wanted to swallow all his troubles down with the wine.

After hearing Lu Feng's words, Nan Yifeng maintained a relaxed and casual demeanor.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a smile that was not quite a smile.

The smile contained a subtle hint of mockery and a teasing tone towards the other person's words.

At that moment, a woman came up to him again, her fingers lightly tracing his arm, her eyes full of seductive allure.

Nan Yifeng merely glanced at her indifferently. This woman is truly...

He smiled slightly and said slowly, "Hey, Lu Feng, can you calm down? Stop drinking so recklessly! If you really drink yourself to death, don't blame me for not warning you. I'll have to clean up your mess! You're just asking for trouble..."

His words clearly contained a hint of jest and banter, yet a sincere and profound concern was subtly revealed between the lines.

Lu Feng pursed his lips after hearing Nan Yifeng's words and said with feigned dissatisfaction, "Pah, can't you wish me well for once? I'm not that easy to die. Today I'm going to drink my fill."

As he spoke, he snatched the wine glass from the woman next to him, tilted his head back, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

Wine dripped down his chin and onto his clothes, but he didn't seem to care. He wiped his mouth, handed the glass over again, and shouted, "Another glass!"

Nan Yifeng shook his head helplessly at Lu Feng's reckless behavior, but did not try to dissuade him further.

He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, then leaned back on the sofa, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Lu Feng watched as Nan Yifeng chugs down glass after glass of wine, his once upright figure now swaying slightly, and his heart was filled with worry.

He couldn't help but gently pat Nan Yifeng's shoulder, his tone a mix of urgency and comfort, and slowly said, "Yifeng, do you... really have no chance with Weiwei? Why bother? You two have grown up together since you were little, you've been together since you were toddlers, and you've spent so many wonderful times together."

"When we were kids, we chased and played together in the alleys, caught fish and shrimp together by the river. Those memories are so precious. You know each other so well, you know each other's likes and dislikes, habits, even a small gesture or a glance. You can understand what the other is thinking. With such a deep emotional foundation, why not just talk things out? Why torture yourself like this?"

Nan Yifeng, who was holding a wine glass, paused slightly upon hearing Lu Feng's words. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of pain, helplessness, and an unspeakable longing.

But he didn't reply. He just took a small sip of wine, and the smile on his lips vanished instantly. His face, which had been slightly drunk, became cold and serious, as if shrouded in frost.

Just then, a woman who had been sitting to the side, trying to find an opportunity to approach Nan Yifeng, suddenly stood up with her phone in hand.

The woman had a beautiful figure, with a curvaceous bust and buttocks, and wore a tight red dress that perfectly accentuated her curves.

Surprisingly, however, this face appears extremely unnatural from any angle.

The towering nose seemed to pierce the sky; the sharp, delicate chin that could easily pierce a person's jaw was astonishing; and the enormous, slightly exaggerated eyes revealed signs of artificial sculpting—undoubtedly, this person must have put in a lot of work at a plastic surgery clinic.

She swayed her hips and took exaggerated steps to Nan Yifeng's side, deliberately pressing her body very close. The strong perfume she wore made him feel a little dizzy.

Her face was plastered with a fawning smile, and she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Mr. Nan, don't be upset. Women are like stars in the sky, too many to count. Look at you, so outstanding, what woman couldn't you have?"

"I brought a sister with me today. She's not in any of those shady industries in the entertainment industry, and she's not a shady person either. She's very clean. I'll have her come over now, and we'll have some fun together. I guarantee it will cheer you up."

As she spoke, she deliberately shook her phone, a pretentious manner that was repulsive to anyone who saw it.

Nan Yifeng's already gloomy face became even more somber, as if it could drip water. He glanced coldly at the woman, his eyes filled with disgust and impatience, as if he were looking at a repulsive fly.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he remained silent, exuding a cold aura that kept people at a distance.

Lu Feng listened from the side, his brows furrowed tightly, thinking to himself: This woman is so clueless, doesn't she see that Nan Yifeng is in a bad mood, yet she keeps chattering on and on.

He was about to speak to stop the woman when he saw Nan Yifeng suddenly stand up abruptly, the movement so forceful that it shook the wine glasses on the table.

Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "I'm doomed."

His eyes were fixed on the woman holding a phone, her face full of flattery. His eyes were filled with helplessness and worry. He couldn't help but complain in his heart, "How can this woman be so clueless? Doesn't she know what kind of occasion this is, or what kind of person Nan Yifeng is? She just dares to go up to him like that."

He knew Nan Yifeng's character all too well; Nan Yifeng was known for his ascetic nature.

Normally, he is always cold and indifferent to women who take the initiative to approach him, not even bothering to give them a second glance.

Whether at business banquets or various social occasions, Nan Yifeng always maintains an unapproachable demeanor when faced with scantily clad women trying to seduce him, as if his world consists only of work and Nan Weiwei, who is hidden deep in his heart.

Lu Feng even remembered that once, at a high-end banquet, a naive and arrogant starlet, relying on her good looks, deliberately tripped and fell in front of Nan Yifeng, trying to create a romantic encounter.

Nan Yifeng merely glanced at her coldly, then walked past her expressionlessly, continuing his conversation with the person next to him as if nothing had happened.

The minor celebrity was so embarrassed that her face turned bright red, and she could only slink away.

And now, this woman who had undergone plastic surgery actually suggested bringing a so-called "clean sister" to hang out with Nan Yifeng when he was in such a bad mood. Wasn't she just asking for trouble? Lu Feng could even imagine what would happen next. Nan Yifeng would definitely fly into a rage and teach that woman a lesson. Then this already somewhat depressing gathering would probably become even worse.

Lu Feng secretly glanced at Nan Yifeng, only to see that Nan Yifeng's face had become terribly gloomy, his once deep eyes were now flashing with anger, and his tightly pursed lips revealed a hint of impatience.

Lu Feng prayed silently, "God, please protect this woman from continuing to court disaster, otherwise this situation will be truly beyond repair."

At this moment, Nan Yifeng stood up...