freenovelworld Chapter 1575 Sending them home
Chapter 1575 Sending them home
Hearing Xu Xiaoxiao say this, Nan Weiwei's tense expression relaxed slightly, and a hint of hesitation appeared in her eyes, like a small stone being thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Deep down, she had always hoped to reconcile with Nan Yifeng, after all, so many years of feelings couldn't be let go so easily.
However, deep down she longed to return to Nan Yifeng's side, but her pride prevented her from directly admitting her mistakes or taking the initiative to make amends.
She felt she needed the right time and reason, a way to return to him naturally without appearing too humble.
Only in this way can she return to Nan Yifeng's embrace without any worries or guilt.
Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to see through Nan Weiwei's little scheme. She smiled warmly and said, "Weiwei, think about it carefully. You are his rightful fiancée. This is as certain as ironclad evidence!"
"Besides, you two are childhood sweethearts, you grew up together, your emotional foundation is even deeper than the roots of a tree, firmly rooted in the ground, as stable as Mount Tai! This is not some casual temporary girlfriend, the kind you can break up with as soon as you want."
"So, it's perfectly normal for you to go back to his place without any hesitation. It's not shameless at all! From another perspective, that's your home too. You have the right to live there. It's your cozy little nest together!"
At this point, Xu Xiaoxiao gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand, her tone becoming even softer, as if she were giving Nan Weiwei a reassurance.
“Weiwei, if you still find it unbearable after you get home, and he is still the same person who annoys you, showing no remorse and not appreciating you, then you don’t have to continue to endure it.”
“You can pack a few clothes and move back to your parents’ place without hesitation. I can guarantee you that once you’re back with your parents, he will definitely be summoned home by them within a day.”
"After all, you are all incredibly precious in their eyes. Whether it's a son, daughter, or daughter-in-law, they are all equally important to their parents, just like the palm and the back of their hand, without any difference."
"Your parents would never want to see you suffer any injustice. They will definitely stand by your side without hesitation and do everything they can to help you call Nan Yifeng back and have a good talk with him so that he understands how to treat you properly."
As Nan Weiwei listened to Xu Xiaoxiao's words, her defenses gradually relaxed, and her eyes no longer showed the same stubbornness and anger as before, but rather a hint of expectation and longing.
She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and muttered softly, "Really? What if he still ignores me when I get back?"
Xu Xiaoxiao chuckled and pinched Nan Weiwei's cheek, saying, "Silly girl, just do as I say. When you get back, don't rush to argue with him. Just do your own thing, eat and drink as you please, watch TV as you please, and let him see that you're doing just fine without him."
"Maybe he'll get anxious seeing how carefree you are and start talking to you. If he still ignores you, come find me, and I'll help you figure something out."
Nan Weiwei listened and nodded gently, a long-lost smile finally appearing on her lips, a smile as warm and bright as the first ray of sunshine in spring.
She stood up, took a deep breath as if to encourage herself, and said, "Okay, I'll go back and try."
Upon arriving at Nan Yifeng's villa, the villa's exterior exuded a tranquil coldness in the night, while the surrounding streetlights cast a dim yellow light, elongating the shadows of the group.
Fu Yanchen kept his promise to Xu Xiaoxiao firmly in mind. He knew that he had an important responsibility to take good care of Nan Weiwei and ensure her safe arrival at her destination, while also trying his best to resolve the conflict between the two of them.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, walked to the door, raised his right hand, his fingers slightly bent, and gently knocked on the door, making a "thump thump thump" sound.
The sound echoed in the quiet night, sounding exceptionally clear and loud, as if breaking the surrounding silence.
Yes, Nan left in a huff that day, and in her haste, she forgot her keys in the office. Now she can only wait anxiously for someone inside to open the door.
The knocking continued intermittently for a while. During this time, every second felt like torture for Nan Weiwei. Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on the closed door. She felt both expectant and afraid, tears welling up in her eyes, almost bursting at the seams. She forced herself not to let the tears fall.
Finally, slow footsteps came from inside, "tap tap tap," accompanied by Nan Yifeng's question, "Who is it...?"
Heavy footsteps echoed from inside, and Nan Weiwei's heart leaped into her throat with each step. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at the door that was about to open.
With a soft creak, the door slowly opened, like an old man being awakened.
The sound of the door hinges was exceptionally clear in the quiet environment, like a long-suppressed sigh.
Nan Yifeng stood by the door, his figure appearing somewhat blurry in the morning light.
His attire was very casual; his pajamas hung loosely on his body, as if he wasn't fully dressed.
His hair was a little messy, as if it had been blown by the wind, with a few strands falling casually on his forehead and cheeks.
His face still looked tired, his eyes half-open, as if he had just been dragged out of a sweet dream.
His half-open eyes revealed a sense of confusion and bewilderment, making one wonder what he had just dreamt about.
When Fu Yanchen saw Nan Yifeng's appearance, his brows furrowed instantly, his eyes filled with helplessness and dissatisfaction. No wonder Nan Weiwei was angry; she left feeling wronged, and this man was still able to sleep.
He raised his hand and patted Nan Yifeng's shoulder hard without any mercy. The sound was crisp and loud, as if it carried a hint of reproach and reminder.
"I've brought the person back to you!"
His tone was somewhat harsh, seemingly dissatisfied with Nan Yifeng's attitude, "A grown man shouldn't be so indecisive, you should have some class! The girl has already taken the initiative to come back, and you're still acting like this, what kind of behavior is that!"
His words revealed a hint of helplessness, clearly indicating that he was somewhat troubled by Nan Yifeng's stubbornness.
Then, he paused briefly before continuing, "Don't you even think about who was in the wrong before?" These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Zhiyi Feng's heart, leaving him no room for evasion.
Upon hearing Fu Yanchen's words, Nan Weiwei lowered her head even further, a blush rising on her cheeks, as if her secret had been exposed.
Nan Yifeng slowly opened his eyes and saw Nan Weiwei and Fu Yanchen standing at the door. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his nonchalant expression. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Nan Yifeng stood in the center of the living room, as if he had not fully woken up from a dream, his movements were somewhat slow.
He strolled along at a leisurely pace, as if time were no problem for him at all.
Every step he took seemed so leisurely and carefree, as if the whole world was slowing down for him.
Finally, he walked to the water dispenser, which stood there quietly, as if waiting for his arrival.
He reached out and gently picked up a transparent glass, which looked rather small and delicate in his hand.
Place the cup under the water dispenser's spout and then press the dispensing button.
Clear water flowed slowly from the spout into the cup, making a soft "drip" sound.
He stopped filling the cup when it was half full.
He looked at the water in the glass, which appeared exceptionally clear in the transparent glass, as if he could see the bottom of the glass through it.
Then, he slowly raised the cup and brought the rim close to his lips.
He tilted his head back slightly, opened his mouth, and then gulped down several large mouthfuls.
Every sip was refreshing, as if the water was the most delicious drink in the world.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each swallow, clearly visible.
After finishing his water, he seemed to remember that Fu Yanchen was standing next to him, so he picked up another cup, filled it with water, and handed it to Fu Yanchen. His eyes were filled with a hint of sleepiness and languor, and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Fu Yanchen looked at the water glass that Nan Yifeng handed him and gently shook his head, his eyes seeming to say, "Now is not the time to drink water."
He thought to himself that the conflict between the two of them still needed to be resolved, so he didn't have time to sit here and drink water.
Fu Yanchen walked steadily behind Nan Weiwei, his steps light yet firm, as if each step had been carefully considered.
When he stood behind Nan Weiwei, he leaned down slightly and gently placed his hands on her slightly thin shoulders.
His hands were warm and broad, conveying a sense of warmth through his thin clothes.
His fingers curled slightly, as if giving Nan Weiwei a silent encouragement, telling her not to be afraid and to face it bravely.
Then, Fu Yanchen pushed Nan Weiwei forward slightly, just enough to make her take a small step forward and get a little closer to the door.
As he pushed her, Fu Yanchen said softly, "Go inside and make things clear."
Fu Yanchen's voice was deep and gentle, carrying a reassuring power.
Nan Weiwei stumbled and almost hit the door frame after being pushed by Fu Yanchen. After regaining her balance, she looked back at Fu Yanchen with a hint of helplessness and unease in her eyes.
Fu Yanchen gave her an encouraging look, then reached out and gently closed the door with a "bang".
As the door closed, Fu Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief. He dusted himself off and thought to himself, "Let them handle this themselves. It's none of my business anymore. These two's relationship is their own problem to solve. I'm going home to give my wife a kiss and a hug."
He turned and walked toward his car, thinking as he went, hoping that this time they could truly resolve their conflict and stop making such a fuss, otherwise it would be the couple who would suffer.
Inside the door, Nan Weiwei stood there, feeling somewhat uneasy. She secretly glanced at Nan Yifeng and found that he was also looking at her. Their eyes met briefly in the air before quickly separating, leaving an awkward atmosphere in the air.
Nan Weiwei gripped the handle of her suitcase tightly with both hands, her steps slow yet determined as she walked upstairs.
The wheels of the suitcase rolled on the floor, making a "gurgling" sound that was particularly clear in the otherwise quiet villa.
With each step she took, her heart skipped a beat. She was both looking forward to having a good talk with Nan Yifeng and a little afraid of facing the awkward situation that might arise.
Nan Yifeng watched Nan Weiwei's retreating figure as she went upstairs, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—guilt mixed with a barely perceptible expectation. His heart was also pounding with anxiety.
He carefully placed the cup in his hand slowly on the coffee table in the living room, as if it were a precious treasure.
The moment the cup touched the coffee table, it made a crisp, soft "tap" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet living room.
Without stopping, he strode forward unhurriedly toward the stairs.
His steps were light and steady, each step as if carefully considered.
As he moved, rhythmic echoes reverberated through the stairwell, as if his inner thoughts were constantly reverberating.
Back in her room, Nan Weiwei went straight to the bathroom. She casually placed her suitcase aside and began removing her makeup and washing her face.
She stood in front of the mirror, gently wiping her makeup off with a cotton pad, her movements both gentle and somewhat mechanical.
As her makeup was gradually removed, her originally delicate yet somewhat tired face was revealed, with faint dark circles under her eyes, traces of worry and anger from the past few days.
After entering the room, Nan Yifeng did not lie down on the bed and go to sleep as usual.
He picked up his phone listlessly, flipping through pages on the screen, checking the news and scrolling through social media, but his mind was completely elsewhere.
His eyes kept glancing towards the restroom, and his ears were perked up, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside.
He wondered what they should say to Nan Weiwei after she came out with her makeup removed. Should they apologize for what happened earlier, or wait for her to speak first?
His fingers swiped unconsciously across the phone screen, but he didn't read a single word; his mind was filled with thoughts of Nan Weiwei.
Nan Weiwei, after removing her makeup, took a deep breath in front of the mirror to encourage herself before slowly walking out of the restroom.
Seeing Nan Yifeng sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at his phone, she couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted. The strong words she had prepared were now hard to utter.
She stood there, quietly watching Nan Yifeng, waiting for what would happen next.
But,,,,