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

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed softly, her sigh filled with heartache and self-reproach, the sound drifting slowly through the room.

She knew Nan Weiwei too well. This girl, who appeared strong and cheerful on the outside, actually harbored a sensitive and insecure corner deep inside.

Nan Weiwei always felt that she wasn't good enough, especially after that incident, the chasm of inferiority in her heart became even deeper.

She even vaguely felt that she was no longer pure, so she was particularly sensitive to a photograph and an unresolved kiss, as if they were stains branded deeply onto her soul.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt guilty; she knew it was all her fault.

If Nan Weiwei hadn't resolutely taken on the grievances and pressures that she shouldn't have had to bear, she might still be that carefree, confident girl, instead of struggling in this quagmire of inferiority.

She gently took Nan Weiwei's hand in hers; those hands were a little cold, just like Nan Weiwei's fragile and helpless heart at that moment.

Nan Weiwei did not return to her aunt's place, but chose to stay at the Fu family.

At night, the room was warm and quiet, and soft light shone on them, as if draping them in a warm veil.

Nan Weiwei and Xu Xiaoxiao lay side by side on the bed, sharing their thoughts as usual.

They chatted about their childhood memories, those innocent days seeming to be right before their eyes; they also talked about their aspirations for the future, imagining what life would be like.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, Nan Weiwei suddenly spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a feather, yet carrying an undisguised longing: "Xiaoxiao, actually, I still miss Nan Yifeng so much... I can't forget him."

These words were like a pebble thrown into Xu Xiaoxiao's calm heart, creating ripples.

Xu Xiaoxiao turned her head slightly and looked at Nan Weiwei. She saw a complex light flickering in Nan Weiwei's eyes, a mixture of nostalgia, reluctance, and a faint sadness.

Perhaps it was because Nan Weiwei was able to release all the bitterness, grievances, and longing that had been building up in her heart without reservation that she felt a great sense of relief and ease, as if the heavy burden she had been carrying had vanished in an instant.

Xu Xiaoxiao thought that perhaps she had returned to her old self, still the carefree and thoughtless girl.

She would greet Xu Xiaoxiao loudly when the morning sunlight streamed into the room, her face beaming with a bright smile; she would laugh heartily without restraint when she saw something interesting, her clear and melodious laughter seemingly able to dispel all gloom; and when she encountered minor troubles, she would wrinkle her nose, feign distress and complain a few times, before quickly coming up with a solution and continuing her carefree life.

Xu Xiaoxiao thought that Nan Weiwei seemed to have completely let go of her feelings towards Nan Yifeng.

Perhaps much later, she will no longer feel depressed and lost in thought whenever Nan Yifeng is mentioned, just like before.

She could talk about Nan Yifeng with Xu Xiaoxiao calmly, just like talking about an ordinary friend, without resentment or excessive lingering affection.

Life goes on, and there are many more wonderful things waiting for her in the future.

Thanks to the joint efforts of Nan Weiwei and her aunt Jiang Ling, the matter of renting a house with Xiaomei was finally settled smoothly.

Du Yunxi and Nan Xi knew what kind of temper their niece had, and they had no other choice but to comfort her, as they knew that Nan Weiwei liked to rely on herself.

During this period, Nan Weiwei worked tirelessly, struggling to get out of her slightly cramped bed before dawn, while the rest of the city was still asleep.

She was still half-asleep, her eyes half-open, as if shrouded in a thin mist. She groped for her toiletries in a daze, and after a quick wash, she hurriedly went out to start her busy day at work.

Aunt Jiang Ling saw all of this and felt deeply pained.

She watched her niece leave early and return late every day, dragging her exhausted body home, collapsing onto the sofa as soon as she entered, too tired to even speak. It felt like her heart was being pricked by countless needles.

Jiang Ling knew that Nan Weiwei worked so hard partly to realize her dreams and partly to establish herself and have her own little world. But seeing her niece working so hard, she couldn't bear to let her worry about renting a place anymore.

Therefore, Jiang Ling made a decision without hesitation.

She quietly opened the small box where she kept her secret stash of money, which contained her savings accumulated over the years through frugality.

She counted the money one bill at a time, her eyes filled with determination and tenderness.

After counting the money, she carefully put it into an envelope, and then, at a suitable moment, called Nan Weiwei to her side.

Jiang Ling held Nan Weiwei's hand and said earnestly, "Weiwei, it really hurts to see you working so hard every day. I see how hard you work. Don't worry about renting a place, I'll take care of it for you." As she spoke, she handed an envelope containing money to Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei was taken aback at first, then her eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion.

She quickly waved her hand and said, "Auntie, no, how can I take your money? You should keep it for yourself."

Jiang Ling gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand and said tenderly, "Silly child, your aunt only has you two nieces. Xiaoxiao suffered a lot in the past, but now she has Fu Yanchen to take care of her, so I'm relieved. Now you're the one who makes me worry. If I don't love you, who will I love? Take this money and rent a nicer place, one that's closer to the company. If you live comfortably, you'll be more energetic at work."

Despite her aunt's insistence, Nan Weiwei eventually accepted the money.

She and Xiaomei searched around for suitable housing. After careful selection and comparison, they finally found a satisfactory place.

It was a two-bedroom house, the rooms were decorated warmly and neatly, and sunlight streamed through the windows onto the floor, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

Regarding the rent, Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei discussed it and decided to split it in half.

They both felt that this was fair and reasonable, and it would also reduce each other's financial burden.

On the day the rental agreement was signed, Nan Weiwei was as excited as a child. She held Xiaomei's hand and jumped around the room, saying repeatedly, "We finally have our own little nest!"

“After get off work every day, we can work together in the kitchen to cook simple yet delicious meals; in the evening, we can snuggle on the sofa and share the joys and sorrows of the day; on weekends, we can clean the house together and keep our little home in perfect order.”

Nan Weiwei also felt that life had become better and she was more motivated to work.

Nan Weiwei felt as if the whole world had been painted with vibrant colors again, and life had suddenly become as beautiful as a dream.

All the fatigue and irritability from getting up early to travel and lack of sleep in the past have vanished with this move.

The new apartment she rented was right across from her company, just one street away, so she could walk to work – a convenience she never dared to dream of.

Every morning, she no longer has to struggle to get out of bed amidst the barrage of alarm clocks, then hurriedly wash up and leave the house while still half asleep.

Now, she can wake up slowly, stretch out her arms and legs, and feel comfortable all over, as if every cell in her body is singing joyfully.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, illuminating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

This was the first day after moving. Nan Weiwei curled up on the bed like a lazy cat, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

She stretched out her body, feeling the comfort of the soft bed and warm blankets, as if the whole world belonged to her for this very moment.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xiaomei was like a tireless little bee, busily working.

Holding a broom and mop, she moved between the rooms, carefully cleaning every corner of the house.

She was meticulous in everything, from the living room and bedroom to the kitchen and bathroom.

Even the dust in the long-neglected cracks in the floor couldn't escape Xiaomei's sharp eyes, and she cleaned it all up.

After finishing the cleaning, Xiaomei did not stop.

She pulled a large bag of carefully selected decorations from her handbag and happily began to decorate her brand new home.

She cleverly used various colors and patterns to make the originally monotonous and boring walls lively and interesting; she also placed some cute dolls and green plants to add a touch of life and vitality to the space.

When Nan Weiwei slowly strolled out of the bedroom, the scene before her eyes stunned her instantly.

Stepping into this room is like entering a dreamlike pink kingdom. The entire room is bathed in a soft pink hue, making you feel as if you are in a fairyland.

The walls, ceiling, and furniture are all in soft, warm pink tones, exuding a romantic and sweet atmosphere. The sunlight streaming through the windows also seems to be imbued with this pink hue, becoming exceptionally soft and cozy.

The walls are covered in pink wallpaper, its delicate texture resembling the blush on a young girl's cheeks; the sofa is covered in pink slipcovers, the soft material making you want to curl up and enjoy the comfort; the dining table is covered with a pink tablecloth, and on it are set delicate pink tableware, as if waiting for the host to begin a romantic dinner; even the floor is covered with a pink carpet, soft and fluffy underfoot, like walking on clouds.

Nan Weiwei stared at all this with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open, unable to close it for a long time.

She couldn't help but recall all the little moments she shared with Xiaomei in the past.

She once mocked Xiaomei mercilessly, thinking it was unbelievable that an adult of Xiaomei's age would be fond of that slightly childish and overly sweet pink color style!

From her personal perspective, this color scheme, full of girlish charm and dreaminess, doesn't seem to quite match the unrestrained, free, and even slightly unruly personality she pursues...

But now, looking at this cozy and romantic pink little home, she felt her heart melt, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself, "So beautiful."

She excitedly ran around the room, touching this and that, just like a child who had received a favorite toy.

She would sit on the pink sofa, enjoying its soft touch, and then lie on the pink carpet, staring blankly at the pink chandelier on the ceiling.

She felt that this small apartment was her warmest harbor in the city, a safe haven from her weary life.

In the evening, Xiaomei prepared a sumptuous dinner. The two sat at the pink dining table, enjoying the food and sharing their joy of moving.

Outside the window, the lights shone brightly, while inside their pink little nest, they felt each other's company and warmth, as if all their worries had been thrown to the winds.

Yes, from this moment on, she will begin a brand new and wonderful life in this loving little home.

In the evening, soft lighting spills into every corner of the living room, making the entire space warm and cozy.

Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei, like two lazy cats, nestled comfortably in the soft sofa, their eyes glued to the TV screen, sometimes laughing out loud at the plot, and sometimes worrying about the fate of the characters.

Immersed in the joy and emotion brought by the TV program, I didn't notice the time slipping away.

Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by the clear ringing of the doorbell.

Xiao Mei snapped out of her reverie, turned her head slightly to look at Nan Weiwei, and asked in confusion, "Weiwei, did you order takeout?" Her voice was soft and languid, as if she was still immersed in the relaxed state she had just been in.

Upon hearing Xiaomei's words, Nan Weiwei subconsciously shook her head. Just as she was about to reply, she suddenly remembered that she was currently nestled on the sofa, making it somewhat inconvenient for her to move around.

So she slowly stood up. Because she had been lounging on the sofa for too long, her legs were a little numb, and she couldn't help but sway slightly. It took her a while to regain her balance.

She stretched her legs and walked unsteadily toward the door, muttering, "No..."

As she walked to the door, gently placed her hand on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened instantly, and her face was filled with surprise and confusion.

Standing at the door was none other than Nan Yifeng's biological mother.

Nan Wei was stunned for several seconds before she reacted and stammered, "Aunt... Aunt...? What brings you here?"

Her voice carried a hint of nervousness and bewilderment. After all, she hadn't seen this aunt since breaking up with Nan Yifeng, and she never expected to see her suddenly at this time.

When Auntie saw Nan Weiwei, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her face, warm and kind.

She gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder and said, "Weiwei, your aunt has come to see you. How have you been lately?" Her voice was soft and concerned, which eased Nan Weiwei's initial tension a little.

Nan Weiwei quickly stepped aside to let her aunt into the house, saying, "Auntie, please come in and sit down."

Hearing the noise, Xiaomei also stood up from the sofa and greeted her aunt with a smile.

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