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

Fifty thousand yuan.

On the transfer interface, the number was burning red.

Xiao Mei stared at the screen, her thumb hovering above "Confirm Payment," hesitant to drop it.

What does An Zihao mean? She... has actually already chosen to forgive.

I just don't understand, at a time like this, why is he still pretending to be so wealthy?

Xiao Mei bit her lower lip, her fingers trembling slightly.

Ever since she found out he was Anya's brother, she knew he must have been very rich before. For him, 50,000 yuan was probably just the cost of a drink, something he wouldn't even blink at.

But things are different now. The An family has fallen, and everyone is kicking them while they're down. He doesn't even have a decent place to stay now, and he might be being chased by creditors everywhere.

Was this money something he painstakingly saved up? Or did he borrow it from some loan shark?

Holding this money is like holding a hot potato.

If she really accepted it, and An Zihao starved to death on the streets, she would never sleep peacefully for the rest of her life. Although he was using her, she believed that this was not An Zihao's original intention.

With a soft "ding," the phone vibrated.

Xiao Mei was startled and instinctively placed her phone face down on the table, glancing nervously to the side.

Nan Weiwei sat opposite, head down, eating the spaghetti on her plate.

He twirled a clump of noodles with his fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, looking somewhat distracted.

She wasn't wearing makeup today, and her face looked a little pale, with faint bluish tinges under her eyes.

Thankfully, nothing was found.

Xiaomei picked up her phone again and turned down the screen brightness.

We cannot accept it.

If we accept this money, it will be equivalent to owing An Zihao a favor.

Moreover, the money is of dubious origin. What if An Zihao did something illegal or disorderly for this 50,000 yuan...?

She clicked on the refund option.

Enter your payment password.

My fingertips flew across the screen, afraid I'd change my mind.

Refund successful

Seeing those small words, Xiaomei finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart, though it was followed by a pang of heartache.

Fifty thousand yuan! That's more than half a year's salary for her.

But one shouldn't be too greedy.

An Zihao is currently in dire straits, and if this money is his lifeline, she, though she loves money, can also distinguish between what is important and what is not.

Xiaomei quickly deleted the transfer record and chat window, cleaning it up completely, as if the money had never existed.

Only after she had done all this did she dare to breathe heavily.

Weiwei absolutely must not know about this, otherwise...

Nan Weiwei put down her fork, picked up the lemonade next to her, and took a sip.

The ice cubes in the glass hit the glass wall, making a crisp sound.

"Are you full?" Xiaomei quickly put away her phone and asked casually, "I noticed you haven't touched much."

Nan shook her head slightly, "I don't have much of an appetite."

She took a tissue and wiped her mouth, her movements elegant but revealing a hint of exhaustion.

Just then, the screen of the phone on the corner of the table lit up.

Buzz—Buzz—

The vibrations sounded particularly jarring in the quiet restaurant.

Nan glanced at the screen.

Caller ID: Ye Junhao.

These three words were like a thorn, making her brow twitch.

She didn't answer immediately, but let the phone vibrate on the table.

Xiao Mei also saw that name, and almost bit the straw in her mouth flat.

Ye Junhao? Why is this big shot calling at this hour?

"Should I answer?" Xiaomei asked cautiously.

Nan Weiwei tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

Answer or not answer?

Ye Junhao is the kind of person who won't do anything without a reason. If he comes knocking, it's definitely not for anything good.

But they won't answer...

Given Ye Junhao's temperament, he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

If he doesn't answer, he might show up at the restaurant entrance in the next second, and Nan Yifeng might...

That kind of scene is even uglier.

Nan Wei exhaled a breath of stale air, reached for her phone, and swiped to answer.

"Hello? What's up?"

Her voice was cold, carrying an aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

There was some noise on the other end of the phone, like at a banquet, but it quickly quieted down, probably because the other person had gone to a secluded corner.

Ye Junhao's deep voice came through, with a hint of nonchalant amusement: "Congratulations on winning the gold medal."

Nan Wei was slightly taken aback.

Gold Medal?

Oh, by the way. The results of that design competition from a few days ago came out.

She's been so busy these past few days that she almost forgot about it.

"Thank you."

Nan Weiwei thanked him politely and in a formulaic manner.

The way Ye Junhao said "Congratulations" sounded awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"Just a thank you?" Ye Junhao chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now that designers from Nanjing University are so valuable, they're even being so sparing with their words?"

Nan Weiwei didn't want to waste time talking to him. "If Young Master Ye has nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm still eating."

"Don't hang up yet."

Ye Junhao's voice deepened a bit, "Winning an award is a joyous occasion, aren't you going to treat me to a meal to celebrate?"

Nan Weiwei tightened her grip on her phone.

Invite him to dinner?

"I've been very busy lately, I don't have time," Nan Weiwei refused directly. "Let's do it another day."

"When is 'another day'?" Ye Junhao pressed on, "There's no better time than today."

"Young Master Ye," Nan Wei emphasized, "I'm really busy."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when Nan Weiwei thought he was about to hang up, Ye Junhao slowly threw out a bait.

"I have news about An Zihao."

Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat.

The finger that was about to hang up froze in mid-air.

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away in an instant, leaving only these few words echoing in my ears.

An Zihao.

The name is like some kind of forbidden switch.

"What did you say?" Nan Weiwei's voice was a little dry.

"I gave you that address last time," Ye Junhao began to bring up old grievances. "It's just a pity you were too late. The place was deserted, and you came up empty-handed."

Nan bit her lip slightly, remaining silent. "So that's how it is."

Although she didn't want to owe Ye Junhao a favor, she had to admit that he was indeed quite skilled at finding people.

An Zihao seemed to have vanished into thin air; only Ye Junhao was able to uncover his whereabouts.

"This news is more accurate than the last one."

Ye Junhao's voice was like a devil's whisper, "Do you want to know where he is?"

Nan Weiwei's knuckles turned white as she gripped her phone.

Does she want to know?

Reason told her that An Zihao had almost ruined her reputation, and she should pursue the matter.

But... could Ye Junhao have some other motive?

"What do you want?" Nan Weiwei asked.

"I told you, invite me to dinner. We'll talk when we meet."

Nan Wei closed her eyes slightly, and the transaction was completed.

In exchange for a meal, a piece of information.

Is it worth it?

In the past, she would have hung up the phone without hesitation.

But now, An Zihao's anxiety about not being alive or dead is gnawing at her nerves like ants, fearing that he is deceiving Xiaomei again, because Xiaomei is too simple-minded.

"Let's do it this weekend."

Nan Weiwei compromised and backed down, saying, "I'm free this weekend, I'll choose the place."

By pushing the date to the weekend, she will have a few days to adjust.

Moreover, she can choose the location, a place with many people and lots of eyes, so Ye Junhao wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

This is a seemingly safe compromise.

However, Ye Junhao clearly had no intention of giving her that chance to catch her breath.

"I might not be free on the weekend."

Ye Junhao refused decisively, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering air, "Today. Not the weekend."

Nan frowned slightly. "I have work to do this afternoon."

"Then tonight." Ye Junhao didn't give her any room to refuse. "Six o'clock, I'll pick you up."

"No need to pick me up, I'll go myself," Nan Weiwei retorted instinctively.

"Nan Weiwei".

Ye Junhao called her by her full name, the hint of a smile completely disappearing from his voice, replaced by a cold, hard tone that seemed to control everything. "I know you want to find An Zihao, for Xiaomei's sake."

Nan Wei's breath hitched.

"News has a time limit." Ye Junhao continued to press, "An Zihao is like a rat; he'll move on at the slightest sign of trouble. By the weekend? It'll be too late."

Nan Weiwei's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

She was completely outmaneuvered in the game.

Because she cared about that answer, while Ye Junhao didn't.

Whoever cares loses.

The chair next to me was pulled out, making a screeching sound.

Xiao Mei looked at her with concern, opened her mouth as if to say something, but dared not utter a sound.

Nan Weiwei looked out the window.

The midday sun was intense, making the asphalt road gleam white.

She felt like she was being roasted over a fire.

Should we go or not? Should we talk to Nan Yifeng?

"it is good."

Nan Weiwei heard her own dry voice, "Six o'clock tonight."

"Place?"

"Just send the address to my phone."

"Great idea." Ye Junhao seemed pleased with her tact. "However, I have to remind you. Don't bring any random people this time. I don't like having someone watching me while I'm eating."

Nan Weiwei glanced at Xiao Mei across from her.

Xiao Mei stared at her with wide eyes and a nervous expression.

"understood."

Nan Weiwei hung up the phone.

The phone screen went black, reflecting her somewhat pale face.

"Sister Weiwei..." Xiaomei called out cautiously, "Is it Ye Junhao? He asked you out?"

Nan Weiwei threw her phone into her bag, her movements somewhat rough.

"nothing."

She picked up her fork, twirled up a lump of the now-cold pasta, and mechanically stuffed it into her mouth.

The noodles were cold and hard, and the grease had solidified on the tip of my tongue, making me want to vomit.

"I have something to do tonight, you go home first."

Nan Wei chewed twice and swallowed it down.

That feeling of nausea kept rising up to my throat.

An Zihao. This name felt like two mountains, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

As long as An Zihao doesn't show up, she won't be able to escape this vortex.

"Is there any news about An Zihao?" Xiao Mei suddenly asked, her eyes filled with a strange emotion.

Nan Weiwei paused, her fork still in her hand.

She raised her head and stared intently at Xiaomei.

Xiao Mei felt a little uneasy under her gaze and shrank back. "I... I was just asking casually."

Nanwei put down her fork.

The plate made a crisp sound.

"Xiao Mei."

"what?"

"If..." Nan Weiwei's voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed a gust of wind could dissipate it, "If we find him this time, will you forgive him?"

Xiao Mei was stunned.

This problem is too heavy.

"I don't know," Xiaomei said.

Nan Weiwei looked out the window at the bustling streets.

My phone vibrated again.

A text message popped up.

From: Ye Junhao.

The content is very simple, consisting of only an address and a time.

[The revolving restaurant on the rooftop of the Emperor Hotel, 18:00.]

Nan Wei stared at the line of text.

Could the Emperor Hotel be another hotel owned by Fu Yanchen?

Never mind, Nan Weiwei grabbed her bag and stood up abruptly.

The chair scraped a sharp sound on the floor, drawing the attention of guests at several nearby tables.

"Sister Weiwei?" Xiaomei was startled.

Nan Weiwei ignored the stares around her and strode towards the door, her high heels clicking rapidly and firmly on the marble floor.

"Check, please."

She uttered two words and pushed open the door to leave.

A wave of heat hit us.

Nan Weiwei stood under the scorching sun, staring at the address on her phone. Her nails dug deep into her palms. She thought, "I'll just go and see. I hope Nan Yifeng won't be jealous!"