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

Chapter 1686 Silence is Cambridge tonight

Just then, the phone rang, but Nan Weiwei seemed not to hear it. She didn't stop walking and stared blankly ahead.

Xiao Mei, who was standing nearby, was startled by the ringing. She paused for a moment, then reacted and gently tugged at Nan Weiwei's arm, reminding her, "Weiwei, your phone is ringing. Look and see who's calling you."

Nan Weiwei suddenly realized what was happening. She frowned, reluctantly took her phone out of her bag, and glanced at the caller ID on the screen. It was Nan Yifeng.

A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. Her finger hovered over the answer button for a few seconds before she finally pressed it, asking impatiently, "What is it?"

Nan Yifeng's voice came through the phone after a moment of silence, then he spoke cautiously: "Nan Weiwei, my mother..."

Nan Wei interrupted him impatiently, saying, "I've already delivered Auntie's necklace. Is there anything else?"

His voice rose a few decibels as he vented his dissatisfaction.

Nan Yifeng paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before continuing, "It's not the necklace. My mother said she ordered a dress from a clothing store near your company. Could you... perhaps help me pick it up? Um..." His voice carried a hint of expectation and uncertainty.

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

She was just angry about Fu Yanchen's situation, and now Nan Yifeng is adding to her troubles.

She remained silent, not answering immediately, her eyes revealing struggle and inner conflict.

On the one hand, she really didn't want to have anything to do with Nan Yifeng anymore; on the other hand, she didn't want to go too far, since Nan Yifeng's mother had been quite good to her.

Seeing that Nan Weiwei remained silent, Nan Yifeng panicked and quickly said, "If... it's inconvenient, then forget it."

His voice carried a hint of disappointment and helplessness, as if he had already anticipated Nan Weiwei's rejection. "Sorry to bother you," he said, and then hung up the phone.

Nan Weiwei paused for a moment. After venting her anger, her rationality gradually returned.

She realized that her tone when speaking to Nan Yifeng had been rather harsh. After all, she and Nan Yifeng had once been acquainted, and there was no need to make things so strained. Besides, it was just helping to pick up a dress; it wasn't a huge problem.

She hesitated for a moment, then took her phone out of her bag again, tapped the screen lightly, and dialed the number back.

After a few rings, Nan Yifeng answered the phone.

Nan Weiwei cleared her throat, her tone softening slightly, and said, "Well... it's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that we're at the hospital right now, which is a bit far from the company. Can your mother wait?"

There was a hint of apology in her voice, and she looked at Xiaomei beside her. Xiaomei was also looking at her with a puzzled expression, as if she didn't understand why she had suddenly changed her mind.

Nan Yifeng seemed surprised that Nan Weiwei would call back. He paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "Sure, my mother doesn't wear it now. The clothing store has called several times saying they'll charge extra if we don't pick it up soon."

Nan Weiwei listened and secretly thought to herself: This clothing store is really something, rushing me like this.

However, since she had already agreed, it wouldn't be good to go back on her word. She nodded, and although Nan Yifeng couldn't see it, she still subconsciously made the gesture, saying, "Okay, I'll go later."

Nan Yifeng visibly breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone and quickly said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Weiwei. I knew... you wouldn't refuse."

"What?" Nan Weiwei didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing? Thank you." Before Nan Weiwei could say anything more, Nan Yifeng hurriedly hung up the phone, as if afraid that Nan Weiwei would change her mind.

Nan Weiwei looked at the phone that had been hung up, shook her head helplessly, and muttered, "That Nan Yifeng, he hangs up the phone so quickly."

Nan Yifeng's mother sat on the sofa. Seeing her son hastily hang up the phone, she frowned, a look of displeasure on her face. Shaking her head, she said, "You, why did you hang up so quickly?"

Nan Yifeng said nothing; silence was the Cambridge of tonight.

Nan Yifeng's mother rolled her eyes at him and said, "Weiwei is a straightforward girl with a good heart. Just coax her a little and everything will be fine."

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Heh..." Nan Yifeng's mother scoffed coldly.