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

It took Nan Wei a lot of effort to settle Nan Yifeng in the passenger seat. He was slumped there limply, his head tilted to one side, and he kept muttering some incoherent words.

Nan Weiwei rolled her eyes at him, complaining, "You can't drink anymore, so why are you still drinking? Did you never drink alcohol in your past life? You have to get so drunk that you're completely out of it. You're such a worry."

She closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, got in, skillfully started the car, and drove towards Nan Yifeng's villa.

Along the way, Nan Weiwei would occasionally check on Nan Yifeng's condition through the rearview mirror. She saw that his eyes were closed and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was suffering from the effects of alcohol.

Nan Wei sighed softly, and unconsciously pressed the accelerator harder, wanting only to get him home quickly so he could be more comfortable.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the villa.

Nan Weiwei originally did not intend to step into the room, as the events of the day still left her with lingering resentment.

Moreover, it was already late at night, and the two of them had already broken up. Being alone in the same room made them feel awkward and uncomfortable.

She caught a glimpse of Nan Yifeng, who was in a state of extreme intoxication: his face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he even had difficulty standing.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, Nan Weiwei thought to herself, perhaps he simply didn't have the strength to do anything bad right now?

After some internal struggle, she finally mustered the courage to gently push open the handle on the front of the car door, and quickly walked around the car to the other side, carefully helping Nan Yifeng out of the car.

Nan Yifeng leaned heavily on Nan Weiwei, his arm draped over her shoulder, and most of his weight pressed down on her. Nan Weiwei staggered under the weight, but she gritted her teeth and walked slowly and laboriously toward the villa gate.

She rummaged in Nan Yifeng's pocket with her other hand and finally found the key, opening the door.

Upon entering, a faint smell of alcohol mixed with Nan Yifeng's unique aura wafted towards you.

Nan Wei wrinkled her nose slightly and helped Nan Yifeng walk towards the sofa in the living room.

She carefully placed Nan Yifeng on the sofa, letting him lie flat, then squatted down to take off his shoes, and pulled over a blanket to gently cover him.

After doing all this, Nan Weiwei stood up, clapped her hands, looked at Nan Yifeng, and muttered, "Finally settled you in. If you drink like this again next time, I won't take care of you." With that, she turned to leave.

Nan Weiwei's wrist was suddenly gripped tightly by a force. She instinctively struggled, but was unable to break free.

She looked down and saw that Nan Yifeng had reached out and grabbed her. Although his fingers were a little weak, he held her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

"Weiwei..." Nan Yifeng half-opened his eyes, looking at her with a hazy yet expectant gaze. His voice seemed to come from a distant place, carrying a sense of intoxication and vulnerability.

Nan frowned slightly and said irritably, "What? I'm leaving."

As she spoke, she tried to shake off Nan Yifeng's hand, but it seemed to be stuck to her wrist, and she couldn't shake it off no matter what she did.

Nan Yifeng held Nan Weiwei's hand tightly, and with a little effort, gently pulled her to his side.

His deep, burning eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei, as if trying to see through her beautiful and charming appearance to the depths of her heart.

His voice trembled slightly, tinged with an indescribable pleading: "Weiwei, why were you so obedient today, coming to pick me up? Could it be... could it be that you still care about me? Or perhaps, like me, you can't truly let go of each other...?"

A faint light flickered in his eyes, like a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She turned her head away, not daring to meet Nan Yifeng's gaze, but said stiffly, "You were the one who called me first, okay!"

"But if you didn't care about me, would you have come?"

"Tch, if it weren't for the fear that you might cause trouble when you're drunk, I wouldn't be so kind as to talk to you! To be honest, with your character and conduct, you don't deserve my care and attention at all."

"However... considering that your understanding, kind and loving mother has always been very caring and loving towards me, never stingy with food or daily necessities; and also because I don't want to see my parents worrying and anxious about you, let's just let it go this time—consider it as repaying your mother and our mutual parents for all the kindness they have shown me."

Her voice trembled slightly, but her tone remained firm.

She paused briefly, then continued, "And you too! My aunt not only twisted her back, but also injured her foot. Her condition is so serious that she needs someone to take care of her and stay with her."

"And what about you? Instead of going to the hospital to be with her and care for her, you came here to drink and have fun. Don't you care about your aunt's health at all? Can you really live with yourself like this? I think you're a heartless bastard!"

At this point, Nan Weiwei became somewhat agitated. She turned her head, glared at Nan Yifeng, her eyes full of reproach. She remembered how kind Nan Yifeng's mother had been to her, and felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Nan Yifeng's insensible behavior made her both angry and anxious.

In the spacious and bright living room, dazzling lights pierced the floor like sharp swords, as if to illuminate the entire room.

The intense light made Nan Yifeng feel dizzy and uncomfortable. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness, but the light continued to shine relentlessly, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

Under the dazzling light, Nan Yifeng's body also became somewhat stiff.

He instinctively raised his hand, trying to block out the glaring light.

However, when he covered his vision with his palm, a strange sense of tension welled up in his heart, causing his fingers to tremble slightly involuntarily.

Although these subtle movements are not easily noticed, they truly reflect the enormous turmoil and upheaval he was experiencing deep within his heart at that moment.

His voice carried a hint of bitterness and loneliness as he slowly said, "Weiwei, have you forgotten how she treated me before? She disregarded me for the sake of another man."

"Back when I was just a little kid, I suddenly developed a high fever and became delirious and confused."

"Where was she at that time? She wasn't by my side at all! In the end, it was my current parents who rushed to the school to pick me up and take me to the hospital, and took good care of me until I recovered."

"So, now that things have come to this, asking me to go to the hospital with her right now would just be asking for trouble! We'd definitely feel awkward and uncomfortable being together!"

His eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he were lost in that painful memory, and his body curled up slightly, as if seeking a way to protect himself.

Nan Weiwei felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw him like this. She knew that although Nan Yifeng didn't blame his mother on the surface, he was still somewhat resentful in his heart.

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "But... now she regrets it, doesn't she?"

She knew there was a deep rift between Nan Yifeng and his mother, and that the hurt from the past couldn't be easily erased, but she still hoped that Nan Yifeng could try to forgive, after all, blood is thicker than water.

Upon hearing this, Nan Yifeng's lips curled into a mocking smile. He sneered and said, "Heh, even if she didn't want to look after me when I was little, she could have found me a nanny. She wasn't that poor; she could have easily found an auntie. But..."

His voice suddenly choked up, and after a pause, he continued, "But she didn't. She just left me to fend for myself. Now I've put a nanny with her, and I feel I've done everything I could. There's nothing wrong with that."

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to sever ties with the past.

Nan Wei looked at him, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She knew that she couldn't reason with a drunk person. Nan Yifeng's heart was full of past pain, and those wounds couldn't be healed with just a few words.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, as if trying to expel all her troubles with that breath, but ultimately failed.

She looked at Nan Yifeng, who was drunk in front of her, her eyes filled with endless pity and heartache.

She gently reached out and patted Nan Yifeng's broad, strong shoulder softly, saying, "Just rest for a bit, don't overthink things. Everything will be alright..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears blurred her vision, and her voice became choked with emotion.

Forcing herself not to cry out loud, she gritted her teeth and tried to calm herself before slowly standing up.

Turning around, I walked to the table next to me, picked up the kettle, and poured the warm water that had been prepared inside into a clean cup.

Holding the water glass, she slowly walked back to the bedside, knelt down, gently lifted Nan Yifeng's head, brought the rim of the glass to his lips, and softly called out, "Yifeng, drink some water, it'll make you feel more comfortable..."

Nan Yifeng refused to drink, so Nan Weiwei prepared to take a hot towel to wipe his face.

Just as Nan Weiwei took two steps forward, suddenly, an irresistible and immense force, like a surging wave, swept over her from behind, instantly enveloping her completely!

This force was like an invisible and intangible giant hand, which swiftly and decisively grasped Nan Weiwei's petite and delicate body.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his arms like a mighty bear and hugged Nan Weiwei tightly.

This sudden hug caught Nan Weiwei completely off guard. She didn't even have time to react and was tightly bound by Nan Yifeng's strong arms, unable to move.

His breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, sprayed behind her ears, warm and making her ears feel hot.

Her already petite and delicate figure appeared even more fragile and vulnerable at this moment.

When he held her tightly in his arms, it was as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

She was completely enveloped by his large, broad arms, without any reservations or gaps.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng was so drunk that he was unconscious, and his body slumped limply towards her.

Having lost his support and balance, he pressed almost all of his weight heavily onto her thin, frail shoulders.

The sudden and immense pressure made her breathless, her vision blurred, and she felt as if she were carrying a heavy mountain on her back.

Her legs trembled slightly, and it took her a lot of effort to stand up. She twisted her body, trying to break free from his embrace, but Nan Yifeng seemed to be welded to her and refused to let go.

She sighed helplessly, and said with a hint of reproach, "Nan Yifeng... don't be like this... I'm not leaving, I just wanted to get you a hot towel."

"Really?" Nan Yifeng's voice was muffled, with a hint of childish doubt. He buried his head in Nan Weiwei's neck and rubbed against her, as if he were being affectionate.

"Really." Nan Wei nodded vigorously, although she knew that Nan Yifeng might not be able to see it at this moment.

Nan Weiwei felt Nan Yifeng hug her even tighter. She was both amused and exasperated, and teased him, "Look at you! Why are you using so much force? What if you hurt me?"

"If I accidentally lose an arm or a leg, the consequences would be unimaginable! Are you going to take care of me for the rest of your life? Hehe, but even if you were willing, I'm afraid your wife wouldn't agree! After all, she's the legal wife~ And you should think carefully about whether you can really shoulder such a responsibility. You should weigh your own capabilities first! Don't come looking for trouble with me later if something goes wrong!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yifeng's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed. He muttered, "Weiwei, even if we break up, you know what? I don't want to be your enemy... Weiwei, I just want to hold you like this... If I were to marry a wife... it would only be you..." His voice grew softer and softer until it almost became a murmur.

Nan Weiwei felt a pang of sadness. She knew that Nan Yifeng was also feeling bad at the moment, but she still hardened her heart and said, "Get out of my way! Stop acting crazy. You've had too much to drink and need to rest."

As she spoke, she gently pried open Nan Yifeng's fingers with her hands, trying to make him let go of her.

Nan Yifeng,,,,,