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

Chapter 1570 Enlightenment

Nan Weiwei looked at Xu Xiaoxiao's hesitant expression as she was about to leave, poked half her body out from under the covers, widened her eyes, and said in a tone that was both teasing and worried.

"Xiaoxiao, do you think Fu Yanchen will let you come back if you go there? That jealous guy, you won't be able to get away easily once you go there."

Xu Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa, leaning slightly forward, her eyes fixed on the phone screen, as if trying to see the other person through the screen.

Her fingers gripped her phone tightly; the screen displayed the message Fu Yanchen had just replied to.

Xu Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed slightly, forming a small "川" (river) shape.

Her gaze was complex, as if she were deep in thought, yet also seemed to reveal a hint of inner conflict. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she remained silent.

"I was just kidding, go ahead," Nan Weiwei said.

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, her body trembled slightly, as if she hesitated and felt uneasy.

However, after only a moment's hesitation, she quickly raised her head and met Nan Weiwei's gaze.

In that instant, a faint smile appeared on her face, a smile that seemed to be an attempt to comfort the other person.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and although it was a little stiff, it still revealed a hint of warmth and kindness.

"Don't worry, he's just not good with words and doesn't know how to express his thoughts, but actually he's not that petty. I'll go talk to him, find out the details, and comfort him. It shouldn't take long. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Nan Weiwei pouted and teased with a disbelieving look, "If you could come back, he wouldn't be Fu Yanchen anymore. He would definitely have a hundred reasons to keep you here, and he might even make up some strange stories to soften your heart."

Xu Xiaoxiao gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand, gave her a reassuring look, and then turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

She walked slowly, pondering what to say to Fu Yanchen when she saw him later.

As she carefully pushed open the master bedroom door, the hinges made a slight creaking sound.

Her heart was racing, as if she could hear it echoing in the quiet room.

However, before she could even get a clear look at the room, a powerful hand suddenly reached out like lightning.

The hand gripped her wrist with irresistible force, then pulled her into the room with a sudden jerk.

She lost her balance and stumbled forward. But the large hand didn't let go; instead, it pressed her firmly against the wall.

Her back slammed against the cold wall, and a chill instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

However, in that split second, she clearly felt Fu Yanchen's hand, like a solid city wall, deliberately protecting her waist, which was as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze.

Although his movements were somewhat hurried, they seemed to contain endless tenderness, like a spring breeze caressing one's face, as if he were carefully protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

"Fu Yanchen, how can you be so childish?"

Xu Xiaoxiao glared at Fu Yanchen reproachfully, trying to break free from his embrace, but he was too strong and she couldn't move at all. "I'm only staying with Weiwei for one night. She... isn't she in a bad mood right now? I want to spend more time with her and cheer her up."

Fu Yanchen pushed up his glasses, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes behind the lenses, but more so his concern for Xu Xiaoxiao.

His gaze was like two blazing flames, locked tightly in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes. His voice was so deep it seemed to come from the ground, yet it carried a hint of urgency, like a sudden storm, which made Xu Xiaoxiao a little scared.

“Fu Yanchen, you’re a man too. Can you… advise Nan Yifeng? A man should… be more generous.”

"Xiaoxiao, I called Yifeng, but from the tone of Nan Yifeng's voice, this time he... seems really angry, otherwise he wouldn't have gone so long without calling Weiwei."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. Think about it, if two people don't talk to each other and keep things bottled up inside, something bad will happen later."

Fu Yanchen nodded. "I understand your concerns. How should I put it? Nan Yifeng has always been like this since he was a child. He's usually like a docile sheep, easy to talk to and never gets angry. But once someone like that really gets angry, he's a problem. He's like an enraged lion, and a bit hard to appease!"

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yes, I understand, that's why I asked you to step in."

"Of course I'll try my best to help. You should also try to persuade Weiwei. Don't let her quarrel with Yifeng anymore. When two people are together, they should be like birds flying wing to wing; they need to understand and tolerate each other!"

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment when she heard Fu Yanchen's words, then realized that he was concerned about Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng.

She sighed softly and said, "I know, I'll talk to Weiwei properly. But don't worry too much, they have such a good relationship, they'll definitely be able to resolve it. Stop nagging me, let me go back and spend some time with Weiwei."

Fu Yanchen hugged Xu Xiaoxiao even tighter, resting his chin gently on the top of her head, his voice tinged with a hint of coquetry: "No, you have to stay with me tonight."

Xu Xiaoxiao,,,,

"Xiaoxiao, I haven't been able to hug you properly for several days. You were already resting when I got back, so I didn't have the heart to disturb you. You know, I can't sleep soundly when you're not by my side."

Xu Xiaoxiao, is it really necessary?

"As for Weiwei and Yifeng, we'll do our best. They'll handle the rest themselves. You... don't worry about it."

Xu Xiaoxiao looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars, gazing at him.

The overhead light resembled a bright moon, but it was mostly obscured by his tall figure. In the backlight, his outline seemed to be gently shrouded in a mysterious veil, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

His straight nose was like a towering mountain peak, his deep eyes were like a deep lake, and his strong jawline was like a knife cut. His handsome features seemed unchanged since he first brought him back from the orphanage, as if time had stood still on him.

I still remember when I first met him, he was like an iceberg, exuding a kind of aloofness and coldness that made him hard to approach. His eyes seemed to hide an unbreakable wall, with a hint of guardedness that was not easily detected.

But now, those eyes are like the warm sun in spring, like a gentle spring breeze, able to gradually melt away the chill in people's hearts.

Like a light butterfly, she reached out and gently tugged at his collar. Her fingertips, like nimble musical notes, played a beautiful melody on the soft fabric, as if touching the softest part of his heart.

Her eyes sparkled with a smile, a smile as bright and mischievous as the stars twinkling in the night sky, like a night sprite dancing gracefully. She asked softly, "Fu Yanchen, what's wrong with you looking like that? Are you jealous?"

Her voice was like a nightingale singing in a valley, clear and melodious, like a spring breeze caressing the face, with a hint of teasing yet full of sweetness, as if it could melt one's heart.

Fu Yanchen lowered his head slightly, looking at the woman he deeply loved in front of him. His image was reflected in her eyes, as if the whole world was condensed into those two clear springs.

He gently took her hand that was clutching his clothes, pressed it against his cheek, and felt the warmth of her palm. His voice was low and slightly hoarse: "What do you think? The thought of you going to be with someone else makes my heart ache like it's being scratched by a cat."

Xu Xiaoxiao was amused by his words and laughed out loud. Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell and echoed in the room. She tilted her head and teased him deliberately, "Others? Weiwei is not just anyone, she is my sister."

Fu Yanchen gently pinched her nose and said affectionately, "In my eyes, anyone who makes you leave my side is 'someone else.' Stop teasing me. Just stay with me tonight, okay?"

As he spoke, he pulled Xu Xiaoxiao closer to him, as if afraid she might suddenly disappear.

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, which sounded like the most beautiful music, making her feel incredibly at ease.

"Fu Yanchen, it's only one night, it doesn't have to be like this, does it?"

Xu Xiaoxiao pouted helplessly, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish complaint. Her bright eyes blinked, as if she was trying to persuade the somewhat "unreasonable" man in front of her.

Fu Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile curving his lips, his voice low and seductive: "Alright, but you'll have to pay me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao's head buzzed for a moment, and she stood there stunned, wondering to herself: How should I give it to her?

She's pregnant herself and has difficulty moving around, so could it be... that she'd have to repay Fu Yanchen with her body?

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed bright red, like ripe apples, and her eyes became somewhat evasive.

Looking at Xu Xiaoxiao's shy and embarrassed appearance, Fu Yanchen found her extremely cute.

Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao standing there in a daze, he involuntarily paused, as if drawn by some invisible force, and slowly lowered his head to gently kiss her lips.

The kiss was initially very gentle, like a butterfly landing on a petal, carrying endless tenderness and longing.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt her mind go blank, and her body seemed to be under a spell, so she leaned softly against Fu Yanchen's chest.

She didn't reject the kiss. Instead, like a docile kitten, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers gently gripping his collar, as if it were her only lifeline in the storm, making her feel safer.

As the kiss deepened, their breathing became increasingly rapid, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite, becoming hot and ambiguous.

Their breaths mingled together, like a passionate yet tender melody.

When their breathing became erratic, Fu Yanchen seemed to suddenly wake up from a beautiful dream, and he took the initiative to let go of Xu Xiaoxiao.

His eyes still held a lingering heat, but his voice became exceptionally gentle: "Weren't you going to stay with Weiwei? Go ahead."

Xu Xiaoxiao was slightly out of breath, her eyes still a little dazed. She looked at Fu Yanchen, her lips unconsciously curving upwards into a sweet and happy smile, and then gently punched his chest: "You, I really can't do anything with you."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the guest room, but her steps were lighter and sweeter.

Fu Yanchen's mood was as bright as a flower blooming in spring, with an unconcealable smile on his lips. The scene of Xu Xiaoxiao taking the initiative to hug his neck kept replaying in his mind. His little girl had finally taken the initiative, which made him feel that the whole world had become incredibly beautiful.

That gentle embrace felt like a spring breeze caressing his heart, sending shivers down his spine and leaving him utterly captivated.

Compared to the sweet and inseparable relationship between Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao, the situation for Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng was shrouded in gloom.

The sun shone exceptionally brightly over the weekend, and the clear weather made the whole city seem to be bathed in a golden glow.

However, Nan Weiwei felt as if she were in a frozen wasteland, unable to feel any warmth. Her heart was ravaged by a blizzard, cold and desperate, as if she would never see spring again.

This was the first time she and Nan Yifeng had such a fierce conflict since they started dating. The two were like kites with broken strings, losing contact with each other and no longer caring about one another. Like two lines that were originally intersecting, they suddenly became parallel and drifted further and further apart in completely different directions.

Nan Weiwei was still hoping that Nan Yifeng would take the initiative to contact her.

She would pick up her phone every now and then, staring at the excessively quiet screen, a small flame of hope igniting in her heart time and time again, only to be extinguished by reality each time.

She would stare blankly at her phone, her mind constantly imagining the scene when Nan Yifeng sent her a message. What would he say? Would he apologize gently, or explain urgently?

However, a day passed, and the phone remained silent.

Nan Weiwei's hope gradually turned into disappointment. It felt like waiting for dawn alone in the dark, but she could never see a glimmer of light.

She began to become restless, pacing around the room, picking up this and putting that, unable to muster any interest in anything.

By the next day, disappointment had slowly turned into anger. She felt that Nan Yifeng had gone too far; it was just a small matter, why was he making such a fuss?

She sat on the sofa angrily, muttering to herself, "Hmph, what's so great about them? If they don't want to contact me, so be it! Who cares!"

However, as night fell, Nan Weiwei's mood gradually calmed down, and she began to reflect on herself.

She sat by the window, gazing at the night view outside, her thoughts drifting far away.

There wasn't anything very serious, so why was Nan Yifeng so angry? Did I do something wrong that hurt him?

She recalled the moments they had shared, the sweet times and the occasional little arguments, and suddenly realized that perhaps she had been too willful in this relationship and had not fully considered Nan Yifeng's feelings.

Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei felt a pang of guilt. She picked up her phone, hesitated for a long time on the screen, and finally decided to send a message to Nan Yifeng. She wanted to have a good talk with him and express all her thoughts.

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