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

Chapter 1690 We've already broken up

Just as Nan Weiwei turned around to close the door, Nan Yifeng suddenly trembled, bent over, and clutched his stomach tightly with one hand. His face, which had been carrying a teasing smile, turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his features were contorted with pain.

He managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Weiwei... let me in and have some hot water." His voice was so weak that a gust of wind could carry it away.

Nan Weiwei was slightly taken aback. Looking at Nan Yifeng's pained appearance, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. She then frowned and said irritably, "Nan Yifeng, you... stop pretending. You're not a child anymore."

She stood at the door with her arms crossed, showing no intention of letting Nan Yifeng in, thinking to herself that Nan Yifeng might be up to something again.

Nan Yifeng raised his head with a bitter smile. He slowly straightened up, but the sharp pain in his stomach made him hunch his back slightly again, and he said in a trembling voice:

“Weiwei, I’m not pretending. During those years at the border, I often didn’t know where my next meal would come from. Sometimes, in order to complete a mission, I wouldn’t be able to eat a proper meal for days and nights and could only eat some hard dry rations. Over time, it ruined my stomach.”

Nan Weiwei was slightly startled when she heard Nan Yifeng's words.

She knew that Nan Yifeng had some very unusual experiences, but she had never heard him talk about his experiences at the border in such detail. Nan Yifeng said that the army was disciplined and he did not want Nan Weiwei to be in danger.

Seeing Nan Yifeng's pained expression, her doubts gradually wavered, replaced by a sense of heartache and worry.

Nan Weiwei stood there, looking at Nan Yifeng with a complicated expression. Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

She began to struggle internally. On the one hand, she still didn't quite believe that Nan Yifeng's stomach problems were really acting out, and worried that he was just putting on an act. On the other hand, she couldn't bear to see him standing outside the door in such pain.

Seeing that Nan Weiwei didn't react, Nan Yifeng bent down slightly and pressed his stomach hard with his hand, his face showing even more pain. He said weakly, "Weiwei, I really feel terrible. Just let me go in and have some hot water to calm down. I'll leave as soon as I feel better."

Nan Yifeng's body trembled slightly from the pain, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat that slid down his cheeks.

Looking at Nan Yifeng's disheveled and pained appearance, Nan Weiwei realized he wasn't faking it. She had seen those undercover agents on TV, and sometimes... she finally softened.

She bit her lip, turned to the side, and said, "Come in."

Although his voice was still somewhat cold, it revealed a hint of helplessness and concern.

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in Nan Yifeng's eyes. He endured the excruciating pain in his stomach, slowly straightened up, and walked into the house step by step with difficulty.

His steps were unsteady, and his body swayed slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Nan Weiwei closed the door, turned to look at Nan Yifeng, frowned and said, "Sit down on the sofa first, I'll go get you some hot water." After saying that, she quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Nan Yifeng walked with difficulty to the sofa, slowly sat down, leaned back on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief, but the pain in his stomach did not lessen at all.

He closed his eyes, his brows still furrowed, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

A moment later, Nan Weiwei came out of the kitchen carrying a cup of hot water.

She walked up to Nan Yifeng, handed him the hot water, and said, "Drink some hot water first, see if it helps. I'll order some medicine for you on Meituan."

Nan Yifeng opened his eyes, looked at the hot water in Nan Weiwei's hand, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, and nodded, "Thank you."

After saying that, he took the hot water, took a small sip, and felt a little better as the warm water flowed down his throat into his stomach.

He looked up at Nan Weiwei and said sincerely, "Thank you, Weiwei."

Nan Wei turned her head away and said, "Don't thank me. I just don't want anything to happen to you in my house. It would make my parents sad and my aunt worried."

Looking at Nan Weiwei's insincere expression, Nan Yifeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Although Nan Weiwei appears cold on the surface, she is actually very kind at heart. He just doesn't understand why Nan Weiwei insists on cheating on him and wants to break up with him based on just a blurry photo.

I must find an opportunity to tell Nan Weiwei, so that she can truly understand me.

Nan Weiwei turned and walked into the kitchen, skillfully opened the cabinet, and took out brown sugar and a delicate little pot.

She slowly poured water into the pot, placed it on the stove, and gently turned on the flame. The blue flames leaped merrily, licking the bottom of the pot.

She stood to the side, quietly watching the water gradually warm up, her thoughts drifting back to her childhood.

At that time, Nan Weiwei was in poor health and would feel unwell from time to time.

Whenever she curled up in bed, her face pale and her brows furrowed, Nan Yifeng would always act like a little adult and run into the kitchen to make her some brown sugar water.

He would carefully control the amount of brown sugar, stirring slowly with a small spoon until the brown sugar was completely dissolved in the water, releasing a sweet aroma.

Then, he would bring the steaming hot brown sugar water, gently blow on it to cool it down, and then bring it to Nan Weiwei's lips, saying gently, "Weiwei, drink some brown sugar water to calm down first."

Those memories remained in her mind.

The water in the pot started to bubble and simmer. Nan Weiwei snapped out of her daze and quickly poured an appropriate amount of brown sugar into the pot, continuing to stir it with a small spoon.

Brown sugar slowly dissolves in water, blending with it to form a rich, deep brownish-red color, emitting an enticing sweet aroma.

The brown sugar water was ready in no time.

Nan Weiwei found a pretty cup, carefully poured the brown sugar water into it, and then slowly walked out of the kitchen with the cup in her hand.

Nan Yifeng remained leaning against the sofa, his body slightly curled up, his hands clutching his stomach. His face was still somewhat pale, but it was a little better than before.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his brows would occasionally furrow, clearly indicating that the pain in his stomach had not completely subsided.

Nan Weiwei walked to the coffee table, gently placed the brown sugar water on it, and said in a soft voice, "Drink some brown sugar water first to calm down. The medicine should be here soon."

Her tone was exactly the same as when Nan Yifeng spoke to her back then, with a hint of concern and tenderness.

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's voice, Nan Yifeng slowly opened his eyes, looked at the steaming cup of brown sugar water in front of him, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

He straightened up slightly, reached out, and gently grasped the cup, feeling its warmth spread throughout his body through his palm. He looked up at Nan Weiwei, a weak smile playing on his lips, and said, "Weiwei, thank you."

Nan Weiwei felt a warmth in her heart when she saw Nan Yifeng's grateful eyes, but she still pretended to be indifferent and said, "Don't thank me. I just don't want you to be in so much pain. Besides, you taught me how to make this brown sugar water before."

Her ears turned slightly red, and her eyes darted away, avoiding Nan Yifeng's gaze.

Nan Yifeng took a small sip of the brown sugar water. The sweet taste spread in his mouth, warming his stomach and his heart.

He put down his cup, looked at Nan Weiwei, and said sincerely, "Weiwei, do you know? Those years I spent undercover on the border were tough and tiring, and I suffered a lot of injuries, but as long as I thought of you, I felt that it was all worth it. You are the motivation that kept me going."

Nan Weiwei's heart pounded as she heard Nan Yifeng's words, and her cheeks flushed.

She didn't expect Nan Yifeng to say such a thing at this time, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond, since they had already broken up.

She lowered her head, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and said in a trembling voice, "Nan Yifeng, you... that's enough... we... it's impossible..."

Looking at Nan Weiwei's shy expression, Nan Yifeng felt even more affection for her. He stood up, walked to Nan Weiwei, gently took her hand, and said, "Weiwei, I haven't cheated on you... All these years, my feelings for you have never changed. Why don't you believe me?"

"I hope you can give me another chance to take care of you and protect you."

His voice was deep and gentle, as if it had a magical power that gradually drew Nan Weiwei into it.

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

Nan Weiwei, like a startled deer, quickly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and said, "..."