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

Detention Center

Anya screamed, "Let me out! Let me out! I'm an overseas Chinese, you have no right to treat me like this, I have the right to see a lawyer! You... this is illegal detention!"

The iron gate was slammed with a deafening roar, and the edges of my palm quickly became swollen and red with blood, a burning pain shooting up my nerve endings.

Nobody paid any attention.

Only the monotonous sound of footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, leaving not even an echo.

Anya slid down the cold wall and collapsed onto the concrete floor.

Commercial espionage.

Ha ha ha.

That charge is spot on, and really ruthless.

Without even a second thought, it's clear who truly cares for her; besides Nan Yifeng, there's no one else.

No one but him has such extraordinary abilities, nor does anyone have the leisure to mess with her.

She had just been sued by Nan Weiwei and Shengshi Group when the Economic Investigation Department came knocking on her door, their evidence chain was flawless.

This isn't about catching a corporate spy; it's clearly a trap that was dug long ago, waiting for her to jump in.

Anya buried her face in her knees, her teeth grinding together.

You bastards, you just wait.

As long as I live, this debt will be settled sooner or later.

……

At the Lu Group, a mobile phone screen lit up, and a vibration buzzed on the table.

Xiao Mei glanced at it and saw that familiar profile picture again.

The news hasn't stopped since half an hour ago.

The screen was filled with text boxes, densely packed with "I'm sorry," "I was wrong," "Please reply," and "I...I really didn't mean to, I...".

Is this still the same aloof and cold male god who replies to messages sparingly?

He used to reply to ten messages with only one, so perfunctory... But now, he's putting himself in the dust over such a trivial matter.

Xiao Mei's finger hovered above the screen, hesitant to drop it.

An Zihao... This name was quite unfamiliar to her. If it weren't for the recent events that had caused such a stir and become widely known, with major media platforms vying to report on it and publishing countless related news and articles, she probably wouldn't have known his name even today.

However, judging from this incoherent explanation, he doesn't seem like a shrewd person.

"I really didn't know my sister would do this..."

"I just wanted to help you..."

"Xiaomei, please trust me just this once..."

Xiao Mei sighed and rubbed her thumb on the screen twice.

This person is truly foolish, but not necessarily bad.

She had met Anya before; her shrewdness and calculation were written all over her face, and she was capable of using her own brother.

A piece of my mental defenses collapsed.

She opened the input box, typed a line of text, and then deleted it.

In the end, all that remained was a lukewarm piece of advice.

"Alright, alright, I understand the situation now! Listen to me, I know you were taken advantage of by your sister, so you should repent and make up your mind never to repeat the same mistake again. In my opinion, you may not be such a heinous person, but just an unfortunate pawn in your sister's hands."

send.

Watching the green bubble jump out, the feeling of tightness in my chest eased a little.

In any case, he can be considered a victim.

While I was staring blankly at my phone, a chopstick suddenly reached out and tapped the edge of the porcelain bowl twice.

"Ding--"

The crisp sound forcibly pulled Xiaomei back to reality.

Nan Weiwei looked impatient and pointed the tip of her chopsticks at the almost cold food on the table: "Hey, Xiaomei, what are you doing? Eat! Is there gold in your phone?"

Xiao Mei was startled and hurriedly flipped her phone face down on the table, instantly turning off the screen.

"Ah... oh... okay, okay, okay..."

She picked up her chopsticks, shoved a mouthful of rice into her mouth haphazardly, trying to hide the unnaturalness on her face.

Nan glanced at her suspiciously, then looked at the face-down phone, but didn't ask any more questions. She just picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in her mouth, chewing it with a crunch.

"Some people, don't be the ones who get sold out and then help them count the money."

Xiao Mei paused, almost choking.

Nan Weiwei didn't look at her, and continued picking at the green peppers in her bowl: "Things haven't been peaceful lately, so stay away from shady people. Especially those surnamed An."

Xiao Mei's heart skipped a beat.

How did she know?

Just as I was about to ask, Nan Weiwei put down her chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and her movements were so elegant that they didn't seem like she was eating at a roadside stall.

"I'm full. I'll go pay the bill."

Nan Weiwei stood up, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a harsh scraping sound.

Looking at that figure from behind, Xiaomei tightened her grip on her chopsticks.

My phone vibrated again.

This is a transfer notification.

fifty thousand.

The note contained only two words: compensation.

Xiao Mei...