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

Chapter 1736 It's Not Her Fault

The words "Lu Feng" were displayed on the screen.

Nan Weiwei had just stretched out her hand, her fingertips still a few centimeters from the screen.

Xiao Mei practically lunged at him, her movements so large that she knocked over the glass water glasses on the coffee table.

The cup rolled off and crashed onto the carpet with a loud thud, quickly spreading a dark stain that dripped down the edge of the table.

Nan Weiwei's hand froze in mid-air.

Sitting on a single sofa, Nan Yifeng was playing with a metal windproof lighter in his hand.

Hearing the noise, his fingers paused, and the silver hood clicked shut. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingered on Xiaomei for half a second, and then he let out a very soft sneer.

Xiao Mei didn't care about the reactions of those around her.

She grabbed the phone, her knuckles turning white from the force, and frantically slid down the answer button, pressing the receiver tightly to her ear.

"Brother Lu Feng...I'm sorry!"

His voice was clearly choked with sobs, trembling violently, like that of a frightened little animal.

Nan Weiwei withdrew her hand, which had been hanging in mid-air, and slowly pulled out two tissues to cover the water stains on the table.

The water quickly soaked through the tissue, and the cool sensation traveled up to my fingertips.

She didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Xiaomei.

Xiao Mei had her back to them, her shoulders heaving violently, and her other hand gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, crumpling the fabric into a mess.

"Brother Lu Feng, I'm sorry. It was my own idea to show Weiwei's manuscript to others. I didn't expect this to happen."

Xiao Mei was rambling incoherently, desperately trying to take all the blame upon herself, as if that would alleviate some of her guilt.

“I’ve always had a good impression of that person; he’s a senior figure in the design industry. He said he knows many magazine editors-in-chief and could help promote Weiwei… I just wanted him to give Weiwei some feedback on her work…”

Nan Yifeng changed his posture, crossing his long legs.

He tapped a cigarette out of the pack, but didn't light it; he just held it in his hand and twirled it around.

"idiot."

His lips moved, and he uttered two words.

The sound wasn't loud, just enough for the few people inside the room to hear.

Xiao Mei's back stiffened for a moment, and her tears fell even more fiercely, splashing onto the floor and spreading into small dots.

"I never expected him to plagiarize... nor did I expect him to be Anya's younger brother from Shengshi Group."

When the name "Anya" was mentioned, Xiaomei's voice revealed a deep fear.

Nan Weiwei threw the soaked tissue into the trash can.

Anya, a "genius designer" who returned from Shengshi Group, actually plagiarized a junior colleague.

Now, Nan Weiwei's "original" work, "Breaking the Cocoon," is being displayed on the big screen.

With its smooth lines and ingenious design, it makes the most of the use of light and shadow.

That was a work that Nan Weiwei had stayed up for several nights in a row, revising it more than a dozen times before finalizing it, and she... actually wanted to wake her up.

Nan Weiwei found it somewhat ridiculous. If it weren't for her habit, at this very moment, the owner of the artwork would be sitting here wiping the table, the person who leaked the information would be crying out, and the thief would be enjoying flowers and applause.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Lu Feng did not interrupt Xiao Mei's sobbing until she stopped choking, at which point the man's steady voice came through.

Because the living room was too quiet, and Xiaomei held the receiver too close to her earpiece, the sound that leaked out was faint, but clear enough.

"Xiaomei, I... I already know about the competition, you...."

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

It's like listening to an unimportant morning briefing.

Xiao Mei was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Lu Feng to react this way.

She originally thought she would be met with a barrage of insults, or even a cold-blooded investigation.

This unexpected calm only made her more apprehensive.

"Brother Lu Feng... scold me all you want, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have trusted others so easily, and I shouldn't have shown Weiwei's hard work to strangers so casually..."

Xiao Mei spoke rapidly in a panic, "I'll turn myself in, okay? I'll post online, I'll expose An Zihao's true colors, I have chat logs, I have..."

"It's alright, Weiwei has already proven herself, hasn't she?"

Lu Feng interrupted her.

This time, there was a subtle hint of reassurance in his voice.

"Don't overthink it, and don't blame yourself too much. In this life, you'll encounter many things. What's this little setback?"

There seemed to be the rustling sound of pages being turned on the other end, accompanied by a man's unhurried tone, exuding a sense of control over the situation: "Just be more careful in the future, and don't trust others too much."

Xiao Mei felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she leaned limply against the back of the sofa.

"Are...are you really okay?" she asked cautiously.

"Okay." Lu Feng responded, "If you feel unwell, take a good rest these few days, and come back to work when you're feeling better. Your salary will still be paid. That's all."

The phone hangs up.

The busy tone beeped twice.

Xiao Mei stood there blankly for a while, holding her phone, before turning around.

Her eyes were swollen like peaches, her nose was bright red, and she clutched Nan Weiwei's phone tightly in her hand as if it were a lifeline.

“Sister Weiwei…” she handed over the phone, her voice still trembling, “Brother Lu Feng said… he knows, and told me not to blame myself.”

Nan Weiwei took the phone.

The screen had gone black, leaving only the warmth of my palm and a slight dampness.

She took a wet wipe and carefully wiped the phone screen, not even missing the crevices along the edges.

"Of course he told you not to blame yourself."

Nan Yifeng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

With a "snap".

A cluster of blue flame shot up from the lighter and lit the cigarette.

A bluish-white mist rose up, blurring the ambiguous smile on his face.

"That's just how Lu Feng is. He doesn't care about anything and his greatest skill is winning people's hearts."

Nan Yifeng, with a cigarette between his fingers, pointed at Xiaomei and said, "Look, just a few words and you're moved to tears, ready to give your life for them. That's much more effective than scolding you."

Xiao Mei's face turned pale. "Brother Nan, I didn't mean to."

"I know." Someone who's made it to his position in the business world wouldn't be completely clueless.

"Xiaomei, only someone as naive and innocent as you would be sold out and still help the seller count the money. Only you would believe An Zihao."

Xiao Mei was speechless after being rebuked, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Nan Weiwei placed her clean phone on the table.

"Say less."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Nan Yifeng curled his lips, exhaled a smoke ring, and stopped attacking Xiaomei. He then turned to Nan Weiwei and said, "Since Lu Feng said he knew, it means he had been investigating this matter for a while. After all, you are his company employees. I estimate that the two siblings from the An family won't be able to cause trouble for long."

Nan Weiwei walked to the window.

Outside the window, the city's night view remains as vibrant as ever.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her slightly tired face.

"Sister Weiwei..." Xiaomei walked timidly behind her, "Did I do something wrong again?"

Nan Weiwei turned around and looked at the girl in front of her who was so innocent that she was almost foolish.

Should we blame her?

Meaningless.

In this dog-eat-dog world, naivety itself is a kind of original sin.

"Go wash your face," Nan sighed. "Don't mention this again."

Xiao Mei sniffed, nodded as if granted a pardon, and turned to run to the bathroom.

Only the two of them remained in the living room.

Nan Yifeng stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked to Nan Weiwei's side. "Weiwei..."