freenovelworld Chapter 1578 Forgot the Key
Chapter 1578 Forgot the Key
Nan Yifeng took a deep breath, trying to calm his volatile emotions. He took two steps forward, stood in front of Nan Weiwei, and spoke slowly with a look of earnestness and helplessness in his eyes.
"Weiwei, let's make peace, okay? Let's stop arguing."
Nan Weiwei,,,
"Weiwei, all this arguing is only hurting our relationship and not solving anything."
"But you haven't contacted me at all these past few days since I left. You... you don't care about me."
Nan Yifeng's voice was slightly low, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.
His gaze was fixed on the other person, as if he wanted to see into their heart through their eyes.
"Yes, I admit that I was indeed very uncomfortable at first, and even a little angry. I admit that I am petty, but there was a reason for it."
He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Weiwei... think about it carefully. When you encounter trouble, the first person you think of isn't me, but someone you've only known for a few days. How am I supposed to feel about that? What am I to you?"
His tone revealed a hint of helplessness and bitterness, as if this problem had been troubling him and preventing him from letting go.
Nan Weiwei, why is this man so petty?
“Weiwei, I am your man, your fiancé. In your heart, am I not as good as him? How can you do this to me? I feel like a transparent person who has been ignored.”
Nan Weiwei, who had been holding her neck straight with a stubborn expression, saw a hint of panic and grievance flash in her eyes upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words. Her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.
She felt extremely wronged; all she could think about was her aunt's reputation.
She just wanted to resolve the trouble as quickly as possible, without thinking too much about it or considering Nan Yifeng's feelings.
Seeing that Nan Wei remained silent, her head bowed like a wronged little rabbit, Nan Yifeng's heart softened, and his originally harsh tone became gentle.
He sighed softly and continued, "Weiwei, I believe you didn't ask him for help; he must have offered it to you. But, Weiwei, have you ever thought about why he did it?"
"Why? Isn't he new here and needs to make some friends?"
Nan Yifeng rubbed his temples. How could someone be so naive? "Weiwei, you have to believe one thing: there's no such thing as a free lunch. The fact that he's helping you like this means he has ulterior motives and ill intentions. Maybe he's just using helping you as a pretext to get close to you and has other ideas about you."
At this point, Nan Yifeng's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with worry and lingering fear.
He leaned closer, almost touching Nan Weiwei, and continued in a trembling voice, "You, what makes me angry is that you were so stupid as to go and have dinner with him."
"It's just a meal, we're not doing anything," Nan Weiwei said softly, a little guilty, as it was indeed her fault.
"You, you, think about it. What kind of place did he choose? It's so far away, and you're surrounded by people and environments you don't know. What if... what if he put something in your food, or arranged for some bad people to do something to you? You're a young girl, powerless and helpless. What will you do then? Just thinking about these possible things makes my heart jump out of my chest, and I can't sleep at night."
As Nan Yifeng spoke, he couldn't help but reach out, wanting to gently hold Nan Weiwei's hand to give her some comfort and strength.
He hesitated and stopped halfway through reaching out his hand, worried that Nan Weiwei was still angry and would shake his hand off.
He looked at Nan Weiwei with pleading eyes, his gaze filled with fervor and concern, hoping she would understand his good intentions. Nan Yifeng stared intently at Nan Weiwei, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry, his gaze seemingly trying to envelop her entirely, as if afraid that something else might happen to her.
His voice trembled slightly as he said with a hint of lingering fear, "Weiwei, do you know what? I was stunned when Li Shanshan sent me that message."
“I was at the company working on a very urgent document when my phone suddenly dinged. I picked it up and saw it was a message from her. She said she saw you go to a very remote place alone and meet with Ye Junhao. She didn’t know the specifics.”
At that moment, my head exploded with a buzz, the whole world went silent, and only my heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst out of my chest. I almost couldn't resist sending Fu Yanchen's bodyguards to find you. Those bodyguards are all rigorously trained, each one exceptionally skilled; with just one order from Fu Yanchen, they could find you in the shortest amount of time.
Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei frowned slightly, a dismissive expression on her face. She pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Is it really necessary?"
Although her voice was soft, it was still clearly audible in the quiet room.
She thought to herself, "It's just going out for a meal, it's not as serious as he makes it sound, like I'm going to do something dangerous." But she was still happy. Fu Yanchen's bodyguards were no ordinary people; Xu Xiaoxiao was able to find them even when she was on the border.
"How could it not be!" Nan Yifeng became anxious upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, his eyes widening as if he wanted to see right through her.
He took a step forward, almost touching Nan Weiwei, and raised his voice several decibels, "You know how important you are to me. From the moment we met, you have been deeply engraved in my heart. Every smile of yours, every look in your eyes, makes my heart flutter."
"I've long considered you the person I want to protect for the rest of my life. If anything happens to you, I really don't know what I would do."
As Nan Yifeng spoke, he couldn't help but reach out, wanting to gently stroke Nan Weiwei's face. But halfway there, he hesitated and stopped, worried that Nan Weiwei was still angry and would avoid his hand.
"Then... you're still ignoring me, isn't it all because of Li Shanshan?"
Seeing how affectionately Nan Yifeng spoke, Nan Weiwei felt her grievances well up again. She pouted, tears welling up in her eyes, and said with a hint of resentment.
She felt particularly upset when she remembered how Nan Yifeng had ignored her because of Li Shanshan, as if she were less important to him than a stranger.
"Yes, I regret it now."
"Regret what? Regret getting engaged to me? Waaah, you heartless bastard, Chen Shimei!"
When Nan Yifeng saw that Nan Weiwei was about to cry again, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, gently took Nan Weiwei's hand, and softened his voice.
"Weiwei, it's not that I regret getting engaged to you, it's that I regret contacting Li Shanshan."
"But she's the one who sent me the message. I don't even have her contact information. If she hadn't mentioned her name, I wouldn't have known who she was."
"Really? But I've had a crush on you for years, since college."
Nan Yifeng said, "That's not the point. Anyway, I don't have a crush on her."
"You dare? I'll castrate you!" Nan Weiwei clenched her fists, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
Nan Yifeng: "No, you're the only one in my heart, Weiwei. Do you know? After I received her message that day, my mind was already in turmoil, and I was also worried about your safety."
“When you returned home after having dinner with Ye Junhao, my anger was raging. The thought that the two of you had dinner together at the same table felt like a sharp knife had pierced my heart, causing unbearable pain that made it hard to breathe.”
"So, my attitude wasn't exactly good, but it's not entirely my fault! You see, I only said a few words, and before I even finished speaking, you suddenly exploded like a powder keg and started fighting with me."
How can I stand this? I didn't mean to make you angry; I just wanted to express my thoughts and feelings. But you reacted so impulsively, not giving me a chance to explain at all. Isn't that so unfair?
“I was provoked by you at the time, and my emotions just surged up. I couldn’t control myself at all. Now that I’ve calmed down and thought about it, I really regret it. If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have just held back and not argued with you. You wouldn’t have run away from home.”
As Nan Yifeng spoke, he pressed Nan Weiwei's hand tightly against his face, as if this would allow her to feel his sincerity and remorse.
"Really?" Nan Wei tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes filled with doubt, as if she were examining an antique whose authenticity was hard to discern.
She stared intently at Nan Yifeng, scrutinizing every subtle expression on his face, as if trying to find clues to the truth in his eyes.
"Really, I swear, there's one lie: I was..."
As Nan Yifeng spoke, he raised his right hand, his expression serious and solemn, as if he were swearing an oath to a god. But before he could finish speaking, Nan Weiwei interrupted him urgently.
"Don't talk nonsense." Nan Weiwei quickly reached out and covered his mouth with her hand. Her fingers were fair and slender, and she gently touched Nan Yifeng's lips, carrying a trace of warmth.
Her eyes held both reproach and worry, as if she feared that Nan Yifeng's vow would truly come true.
Nan Yifeng was taken aback by her words, then gently took her hand away from his mouth and held it tenderly in his palm.
But Nan Weiwei refused to give up. She suddenly pulled her hand back, put her hands on her hips, and questioned him fiercely like a little chili pepper.
"Even so, you are still to blame, Nan Yifeng. Don't you understand why I argued with you? Don't you have any idea?"
"I know, that's why I've been reflecting on myself these past two days, haven't I?"
"Reflect on yourself? Nan Yifeng, you're really something. I haven't been home for days, and you've been sleeping soundly at home, not even a phone call or a text message! You... tell me, do you... even care about me anymore? Do you?! Ahhhhhh..."
Her voice grew louder and louder, her emotions became more and more agitated, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Her aggrieved appearance was heartbreaking.
"Yes, yes, I know you're with Xiaoxiao, it's safe there, that's why I didn't contact you."
Nan Yifeng hurriedly explained, his eyes filled with sincerity and anxiety, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He leaned forward, wanting to get closer to Nan Weiwei and offer her some comfort.
"So... when you came back just now, you probably didn't want to come downstairs to open the door for me, right? After all, you took so long to come out. If Fu Yanchen hadn't come today, were you planning to not open the door and let me sleep outside? I probably wouldn't even have been able to get in! Humph..."
Nan Weiwei persisted, pressing for an answer, her lips slightly pouting like an angry child.
There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, as if she was waiting for an answer that would satisfy her.
Nan Yifeng was somewhat at a loss for words after her barrage of questions. He scratched his head and then cautiously asked, "Don't you have a key? Where is your key?"
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of touching Nan Weiwei's wound.
"I... I was in a rush that day, and I was angry, so I forgot to bring it."
Nan Weiwei said irritably, turning her head to the side, not wanting to look at Nan Yifeng.
She was still angry about Nan Yifeng's previous indifference, feeling that he didn't care about her at all.
Nan Yifeng understood now; he hadn't brought his keys. His tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, but then a look of doubt appeared on his face.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of inquiry. His lips moved, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "Then... why didn't you call me?"
His voice was soft, with a hint of caution, as if he was afraid that he might say something too harsh and upset Nan Weiwei.
Nan Yifeng felt like two little voices were fighting inside his head. One voice kept muttering, "Why didn't she open the door herself when she came back? Was she deliberately trying to make me notice that she didn't have her keys?"
Another little person retorted, "No, no, there must be a reason why she didn't bring her keys. Maybe she deliberately didn't call to see if I would take the initiative to care about her."
His gaze swept over Nan Weiwei, trying to find the answer in her expression. At the same time, he was quickly thinking about why she was acting so strangely, choosing to knock on the door instead of calling him directly, and even making Fu Yanchen knock on the door, as if she couldn't remember that she didn't have her keys.
Perhaps she was being stubborn because he hadn't contacted her first; perhaps she was trying to get his attention and make him realize her importance.
Upon hearing Nan Yifeng's question, Nan Weiwei's already slightly pouting lips pursed even more, resembling a small hill.
She turned her head away, looking elsewhere, pretending not to care, and said angrily, "You didn't call me, so I'm not calling, hmph."
Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, yet also a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.
Deep down, she was hoping that Nan Yifeng would call her, even if it was just a simple greeting. But after waiting for so long, he still hadn't called. So she deliberately didn't call, wanting Nan Yifeng to experience being ignored.
Nan Yifeng was taken aback by Nan Weiwei's answer...