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

Chapter 1628 Talk

Seeing that Nan Yifeng remained adamant and refused to sign, Nan Weiwei felt both angry and anxious, and her stubborn streak kicked in.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she put her hands on her hips, raising her voice as she said, "You...you don't want to sign! Then forget it...anyway, I've already completed my task and delivered the document. Lu Feng instructed me to deliver this document, and he specifically emphasized that he urgently needed this signed document."

You see, Lu Feng is now running his own business and is a crucial and highly influential figure in the company! How could I dare to delay or waste even a moment on something he personally assigned me?

"However, if any unpleasantness or conflict arises between you two later because you didn't sign in time, it has nothing to do with me... After all, your friendship with Lu Feng is much deeper than mine."

"When problems arise, I definitely won't be the one blamed, but in the end, you'll be the one who ends up in an embarrassing situation and loses face!"

As she spoke, she deliberately looked at Nan Yifeng with a provocative gaze, as if trying to provoke him into making a decision.

When Nan Yifeng heard Nan Weiwei mention Lu Feng, his eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his cold and stern expression.

He stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on Nan Weiwei, as if trying to see right through her.

A brief silence fell over the room, a silence like the calm before a storm, which inexplicably made people feel depressed.

The air seemed to freeze, and the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock, each tick like a blow to the heart.

Nan Weiwei felt a little uncomfortable under Nan Yifeng's sharp gaze. She subconsciously twisted her body and her eyes began to dart away.

But she still tried to remain calm, pouting slightly as she muttered, "Hmph, what are you looking at? What I said is the truth."

Just then, Nan Yifeng suddenly made a move.

He slowly reached out and picked up the document on the table, his fingers gently turning the pages as his eyes quickly scanned it.

Then, he casually pulled a fountain pen from the pen holder, the pen gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

His pen-holding posture was very standard, with long and strong fingers.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the pen moved swiftly across the paper, its tip making a soft scratching sound. In no time, he had signed his elegant and powerful name on the document.

After signing, Nan Yifeng placed the document on the table with a crisp sound.

He looked up at Nan Weiwei, his eyes filled with a complex emotion, and said softly, "I've signed it. Is it okay now...?" His voice was low, and there was hesitation in his eyes.

Nan Wei breathed a sigh of relief. Her goal had finally been achieved. Looking at the elegant and powerful signature on the document, Nan Wei's tense nerves instantly relaxed, as if a huge stone that had been hanging in her heart for a long time had finally been lifted.

At the same time, an indescribable bitterness quietly welled up in my heart.

Because of the man in front of her—Nan Yifeng, now every time she goes back to see Nan Xi and Du Yunxi, her uncle and aunt have to sneak around like thieves.

She had to carefully avoid all the places where Nan Yifeng might appear, meticulously choose the time of day when he was not around, and also make up all sorts of seemingly reasonable excuses to cover up her whereabouts.

Every meeting was filled with tension and unease, for fear that Nan Yifeng would discover them by accident, thus causing unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of these things, a trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed in Nan Weiwei's eyes.

She quickly picked up the documents on the table and hugged them tightly to her chest, as if they were her only support at that moment.

She didn't want to stay in that oppressive office for even a second longer. She turned and walked toward the door, her steps quick and firm, each one filled with dissatisfaction and determination over the past.

Suddenly, Nan Yifeng's deep and magnetic voice rang out from behind: "Hey... Nan Weiwei, you..." These few words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Nan Weiwei's heart.

She instinctively stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening slightly, but she didn't turn around immediately.

"What are you doing?" Nan asked impatiently, her voice carrying a hint of coldness and detachment.

She deliberately made her tone sound tougher, as if that would mask the barely perceptible panic deep inside her.

"Weiwei, can we stay and have a proper talk? I don't like the way you're acting right now, leaving so casually, as if we..."

Nan Yifeng's voice drifted over slowly, his tone carrying a hint of sadness, like a melodious tune floating in the night sky, gently plucking at Nan Weiwei's heartstrings.

The voice seemed to contain endless helplessness and longing, causing Nan Weiwei's originally hardened heart to waver slightly.

Nan Weiwei stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and looked at Nan Yifeng with a complicated expression.

His eyes were full of sincerity and expectation, and his deep eyes seemed to hold many unspoken words.

Nan Weiwei felt a sudden, inexplicable throbbing pain in her heart, as if it had been gently tugged by an invisible hand.

She didn't understand why she felt so upset when she heard Nan Yifeng say those words.

Those beautiful memories flashed through her mind like a movie; those sweet moments and warm embraces became so clear, yet so distant.

She bit her lip, trying to remain calm, and said indifferently, "Nan Yifeng, things have come to this, what is there left to talk about between us? It's all over between us."

But her voice trembled slightly, revealing her true feelings deep inside.

She didn't know whether she should stay, nor what the outcome of this conversation would be, but she knew that her heart had already begun to waver without her realizing it.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng spoke...