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

Chapter 1478 Breakup

Nan Wei smiled. She moved gracefully, took small steps, and slowly extended her white jade-like hand to Chen Lulu. Her voice was gentle but generous, like a spring flowing in the mountains: "Hello, my name is Nan Weiwei, and I am... Nan Yifeng's fiancée."

There was a hint of calmness and confidence in her words, a hostess.

Chen Lulu was slightly startled, then a professional smile appeared on her face. She gently held the hand that Nan Weiwei extended with both hands, with a hint of restraint and respect in her eyes, and said softly: "Hello, my name is Chen Lulu."

Her voice was like the whisper of a nightingale, soft yet a little timid.

Nan Weiwei was still smiling, and that smile was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, bright and mysterious, as if hiding countless unknown stories.

She tilted her head slightly, looked at Chen Lulu, and said softly, "Yeah, I know." There was an unquestionable certainty in her tone.

Nan Yifeng was standing aside, feeling very nervous, as if there was a little rabbit in his heart.

He was really afraid that Nan Weiwei would misunderstand that there was some unusual relationship between him and Chen Lulu. After all, Nan Weiwei's position in his heart was irreplaceable.

He cleared his throat hastily and spoke with a hint of urgency and panic in his voice: "Weiwei, go out and give me the plan for tomorrow's meeting." He glanced at Chen Lulu from time to time, as if hinting at something.

After hearing his words, the smile on Nan Weiwei's lips became more obvious, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, like a clever little fox.

She gently shook the documents in her hand and said coquettishly, "I just came here to deliver the plan to you, but I accidentally ran into Miss Chen Lulu. I didn't expect that my...fiancé's office would be so easy to enter?"

The tone was a bit angry and a bit teasing.

Nan Yifeng's face suddenly turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes revealed anger and dissatisfaction, and he cursed secretly in his heart: This Chen Lulu actually dared to appear in his office and in front of Nan Weiwei, she is simply looking for death.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was about to explode at any second.

The air around seemed to freeze and the atmosphere became extremely tense, as if a storm was about to come.

Chen Lulu's willow-like brows were slightly frowned, as if two dark clouds were quietly gathering between her brows, and a trace of imperceptible panic and doubt flashed in her eyes.

Her heart was stirred as if by an invisible hand, and waves of emotions appeared: How could Nan Weiwei know me? Could it be that Nan Yifeng had revealed everything about me?

If this is the case, then wouldn’t my carefully planned follow-up plan be like a fragile bubble that will burst in an instant and turn into nothing?

Thinking of this, her heart sank suddenly. She had originally planned...

Nan Weiwei stood aside, muttering to herself, her voice seeming to echo on the echo wall in her heart: Humph, Chen Lulu thought she could hide it from the world, but in front of me, Nan Weiwei, her little secret is nothing.

She knew her to the core, as familiar as the back of her hand. This woman... hehe...

If I still pretend to be innocent and know nothing at this moment, wouldn't Chen Lulu be more unscrupulous and regard me as a weak and vulnerable person, squeezing and trampling on me at will, or even riding on my head to show off her power and do whatever she wants?

At this moment, Nan Yifeng's cold and majestic voice rang out, like a sharp sword cutting through the slightly depressing atmosphere.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Niu Mengmeng with a sharp gaze, and asked coldly: "Niu Mengmeng, what are you doing here again? To submit a plan as well."

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There was a hint of unquestionable questioning in his tone, as if every move of Niu Mengmeng was under his control.

Niu Mengmeng was so frightened by Nan Yifeng's question that her whole body trembled like a frightened deer.

Her fair cheeks instantly flushed, and her eyes were full of panic and anxiety.

Of course, she couldn't say directly that she was here to support Nan Weiwei. After all, in this complicated situation, she...

She lowered her head slowly, as if that small movement required all the strength in her body.

Her hands seemed to have lost control as she tightly grasped the corner of her clothes. The originally smooth corner of her clothes gradually became wrinkled as she rubbed it, just like her uneasy heart at the moment, which was crumpled into a tangled mess.

After a long while, she finally made up her mind. She took a deep breath as if to give herself courage, then slowly and carefully moved her feet, approaching Nan Weiwei little by little.

When she was only one step away from Nan Weiwei, she suddenly stopped, seeming hesitant and as if afraid of being rejected.

She stood there, her body trembling slightly, her hands clenched tightly together, and her palms began to sweat.

Finally, she bit her lip, as if she had mustered up all her courage, and quickly leaned close to Nan Weiwei's ear, lowered her voice, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Weiwei, let's go... okay?"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed like a breeze could blow it away, but it seemed to contain endless cowardice and uneasiness, which made people feel pity when they heard it.

The voice was as light as a falling feather, but it was full of her concern for Nan Weiwei and her helplessness about the current situation.

Nan Weiwei is so smart, how could she not understand Niu Mengmeng's hesitant and embarrassed look?

She knew in her heart that the reason she was not afraid of Nan Yifeng was because she had her own confidence and conditions.

Even if she and Nan Yifeng really had a big fight and were completely against each other, with her background as Nan Weiwei, Nan Yifeng would definitely not do anything to her. At most, the relationship between the two would become tense. However, Niu Mengmeng was completely different from her.

Niu Mengmeng is just an ordinary woman who relies on this job to make a living and support her family.

If Niu Mengmeng lost her job because of her momentary impulse, wouldn't she be the sinner who put her in trouble? Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei couldn't help but feel a trace of pity and guilt.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Nan Yifeng firmly, with a hint of determination and unrestrainedness in her eyes.

Then, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, but that smile was mixed with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.

She cleared her throat and said in a clear and loud voice: "Nan Yifeng, you and Miss Chen can chat slowly. I'm leaving."

After saying this, she turned around gently, her steps light but calm, as if she was declaring her carefree and indifferent attitude towards this complicated situation.

The figure appears particularly upright, like a flower that blooms proudly in the wind and rain.

In fact, although Nan Weiwei looked calm on the surface, there was a tangled mess in her heart.

There seemed to be a fog in her heart. She was originally full of curiosity and anticipation for the upcoming conversation between Nan Yifeng and Chen Lulu, but now, this interest seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

Her eyes were somewhat empty, and her thoughts had long drifted away, no one knew where they had drifted to. Perhaps she was recalling something that had nothing to do with them, or perhaps she was immersed in her own world and had lost interest in everything around her.

There was no expression on her face, like a calm lake without a single ripple.

She sat quietly, motionless, as if she had merged with the surroundings and become a part of the scene.

In fact, in the deepest part of her heart, there was a question that kept lingering in her mind, which was what words Nan Yifeng would use next to explain her previous series of actions.

Her heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation, as if the answer was of vital importance to her.

To her, that explanation was like an impending trial, and she was both excited and nervous.

Time flowed slowly as Nan Weiwei anxiously waited, as if every second was stretched into eternity.

It was only ten minutes, but it felt like a century.

Finally, Chen Lulu walked out. Her steps were hurried and her face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, revealing a sense of depression and resentment.

Her tightly pursed lips seemed to reveal her inner dissatisfaction and grievance.

Nan Weiwei looked at Chen Lulu's departing back, secretly speculating in her heart, wondering what Nan Yifeng had said to her to make her lose her composure like this. Did they break up? This shouldn't be the case.

Before she could think about it, Nan Yifeng's tall figure appeared in her sight.

He walked towards Nan Weiwei with steady steps, step by step. Every step seemed to step on Nan Weiwei's heartstrings, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

When Nan Yifeng passed by Nan Weiwei's desk, he lowered his head slightly and spoke in a very low voice. His deep voice seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley, with a hint of irresistible majesty: "Come to my office."

After saying that, he did not stop and continued to walk forward, leaving behind only a back that made Nan Weiwei feel confused.

Nan Weiwei looked at his back, took a deep breath, slowly stood up, straightened her clothes, and stood up.

Niu Mengmeng stood there, her eyes full of worry, and that look was as heavy as the sky covered with haze.

She held Nan Weiwei's hand tightly, as if if she let go, Nan Weiwei would fall into some unpredictable danger.

She frowned slightly, and spoke softly with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her voice.

"Weiwei, I just saw that Mr. Xiaonan looked unhappy, gloomy, like the sky before a storm. If he gets angry, it will be terrible. You... just bear with it and don't talk back to him. If you make him even angrier, I'm afraid you will suffer."

Nan Weiwei looked at Niu Mengmeng's worried expression, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She patted Niu Mengmeng's shoulder gently, her movements gentle but firm, as if conveying an invisible force.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident and calm smile, and she said in a clear and firm voice: "It's okay, don't worry about me. I know what kind of person Nan Yifeng is, he won't do anything to me. I know what's going on, so just relax."

Niu Mengmeng still tightly grasped the corner of Nan Weiwei's clothes, her slender fingers turned white due to the force, as if this corner of clothes was the only support she could hold on to at the moment.

Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were filled with unresolved worry, like a muddied lake with ripples of unrest.

"Weiwei, even though I said that, I'm still worried. Xiaonan is always unpredictable, and now he looks so ugly, who knows how angry he is. What if he really doesn't care and gets angry at you? How can you handle it alone?"

Niu Mengmeng's voice was trembling a little, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

She leaned closer to Nan Weiwei, lowered her voice, and continued in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "How about I go in with you. My presence here can give you some courage. If anything really happens, I can also help you persuade Mr. Xiao Nan."

As she spoke, her eyes revealed a firm determination, as if she was ready to face everything side by side with Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei looked at Niu Mengmeng's persistent and worried look, feeling both moved and helpless.

She gently held Niu Mengmeng's hand, slowly pulled her fingers down from the corner of her clothes, then held them tightly in her palm, and said gently: "Mengmeng, I know you are doing this for my own good, but this is a matter between him and me. If you go, it might make him even more unhappy. Don't worry, I, Nan Weiwei, am not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by anyone. If he really wants to embarrass me, I have ways to deal with it."

She paused and looked towards the direction of Nan Yifeng's office. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including determination, calmness, and a hint of imperceptible stubbornness.

"Besides, I believe that even if he is angry, he won't really do anything excessive. Just wait for me outside, I will be out soon."

Niu Mengmeng was still a little worried after hearing what Nan Weiwei said, but she also knew Nan Weiwei's personality and knew that once she made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

She could only nod gently, with worry still in her eyes, and said: "Okay, Weiwei, be careful. If anything happens, come out and call me."

Nan Weiwei smiled and nodded, gave Niu Mengmeng a reassuring look, then turned and walked towards Nan Yifeng's office.

Nan Weiwei arrived at Nan Yifeng's office. She walked lightly, as if with a nonchalant attitude, and slowly closed the heavy office door.

There was a soft "clang" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet space, as if it was drawing a mysterious curtain over the upcoming conversation.

She raised her head slightly, with a hint of provocation and disdain in her eyes, and a slightly mocking arc at the corner of her mouth, and said bluntly: "Tell me, why did you come to me? To talk about breaking up?"

The voice was crisp and decisive, like a crack in the ice, revealing a hint of chill.

Nan Yifeng was originally sitting behind a large desk, holding a pen in his hand and tapping lightly on the documents. When he heard Nan Weiwei's words, he suddenly stopped moving, and the pen left an abrupt mark on the document.

He slowly raised his head, and a trace of surprise and complexity flashed in his deep eyes, as if a sudden stone broke the calm surface of a lake, causing ripples.

His brows were slightly furrowed, like two small hills rising between his eyebrows, and his eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei, as if he wanted to see through her.

After a moment of silence, he stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and walked to Nan Weiwei with steady steps. He looked into her eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic, but with a hint of anger that was hard to detect: "Do you really want to break up with me?"

His tone showed his dissatisfaction with Nan Weiwei's casual proposal of breaking up, but also seemed to hide a trace of unspeakable pain.

Nan Weiwei,,,