freenovelworld Chapter 1529 Misunderstanding
Chapter 1529 Misunderstanding
"Yi Feng, are you angry? I'm sorry. I had a conflict with my aunt, so I went to the bar. I promise I won't do it again next time."
Nan Weiwei, like a child who had made a mistake, approached the bed cautiously, raised her hands, her eyes full of sincerity and eagerness, as if she could wipe out all her mistakes as long as she swore.
Nan Yifeng seemed oblivious to her words, not even giving her a glance. He simply turned over and lay on his side on the bed, leaving his back to her. His movements were stiff and resolute, as if she were an unrelated stranger who wasn't worth wasting a single ounce of his attention.
At this moment, Nan Yifeng was like a silent statue, without any life or emotion. He kept his lips tightly shut, not saying a word, making it difficult to fathom his true thoughts.
He hunched up slightly, his hands clasped across his chest, as if building an invisible barrier for himself. He was simmering with anger, a rage that burned like a flame, only to grow stronger.
He deliberately delayed until everyone in the company had left, then he slowly stood up, packed his things and prepared to go home.
The whole office was silent, with only him there.
The light was dim and warm, stretching his figure and casting it on the wall.
However, this seemingly warm atmosphere could not dispel the haze in his heart.
He felt unusually heavy, as if a layer of cold fog had enveloped his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. This feeling had been going on for some time and seemed to be getting worse.
He sat at his desk with documents spread out on the table, but he couldn't read a single word.
His eyes drifted towards his phone from time to time, and he silently hoped that Nan Weiwei would take the initiative to contact him, even if it was just a simple text message or a caring call.
Time passed minute by minute, and each second seemed as long as a century.
He watched the time ticking on the phone screen, and his disappointment grew deeper and deeper.
He sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for her call. Time passed, and the phone never rang. His heart gradually grew heavy, and his initial anticipation was replaced by disappointment.
Finally, he decided not to wait any longer and slowly stood up with his exhausted body.
He opened the door and walked out of the room, his steps somewhat unsteady. Each step seemed so heavy, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.
When he returned home, he was not greeted by warm lights and familiar voices, but by a dead silence. The house was empty, without a trace of human life.
His heart instantly sank, and a feeling of abandonment came over him.
He walked slowly into the living room, looking at the familiar furniture and furnishings, but everything felt strange. This was once their home, full of laughter and warm memories.
But now, all of this has disappeared without a trace, leaving only desolation and loneliness.
The originally cozy house now seemed particularly deserted. Every piece of furniture seemed like a silent accusation, stinging his heart.
He left work and came back to cook for her and put the meal on the dining table, but she didn't eat a single bite.
The carefully prepared meal was now completely cold, just like his gradually cooling heart.
He kept dialing her number, and every time he dialed, he was filled with a hint of expectation, but the response he got was always the cold "cannot be connected".
His heart was like riding a roller coaster, falling from the peak of hope to the bottom of disappointment in an instant.
He was about to collapse and felt like a man abandoned by the world.
As a result, she didn't come back until after three in the morning, and she came back drunk. She is such a heartless person.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The grievance and anger in his heart were like a flood that was about to drown him.
Seeing that Nan Yifeng still didn't say anything, Nan Weiwei became even more anxious.
She gently tugged at the corner of Nan Yifeng's clothes, her voice tinged with tears: "Yifeng, please don't ignore me, I really know I was wrong. It was my fault for arguing with my aunt, but I was just so angry that I went to the bar to drink to relieve my sorrow. Can you please forgive me this time?"
Nan Yifeng still didn't move, but his body trembled slightly.
He actually wanted to turn around, hug Nan Weiwei tightly in his arms, and tell her how worried he was about her and how afraid he was of losing her.
But his self-esteem was like an invisible shackle that prevented him from letting go easily.
Seeing that Nan Yifeng was still as unresponsive as an ice sculpture, Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, realizing that Nan Yifeng was really angry this time.
That stubbornness and grievance instantly turned into endless tenderness and flattery when she saw Nan Yifeng's cold profile.
She took a deep breath, patiently moved forward like a clever and clingy kitten.
Her face was very close, and her warm breath gently sprayed on Nan Yifeng's neck, carrying a faint aroma of wine and the sweet fragrance unique to girls.
His eyes, which were originally a little blurry due to drunkenness, now sparkled with a cunning and playful light.
Nan Weiwei started to move. Her hands were like two flexible little snakes, gently sliding over Nan Yifeng's shoulders, along his strong arms all the way down, her fingers gently stroking the back of his hands, as if playing a silent love song.
She deliberately said in a coquettish yet somewhat seductive tone, "Yi Feng, don't be like this... I won't do it again next time. I promise I won't go out drinking alone again, and I won't waste your kindness. Don't be angry, okay?"
Her hand slowly moved to Nan Yifeng's chest, pressing gently, feeling his strong heartbeat.
The heartbeat seemed like a silent response, making Nan Weiwei bolder.
She raised her head slightly, brushed her lips against Nan Yifeng's earlobe, and whispered softly, "I'm just in a bad mood. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The voice was so soft and sticky that it made people feel itchy.
Nan Yifeng's originally tense body gradually responded to Nan Weiwei's teasing.
His breathing began to become rapid and his chest rose and fell slightly.
But he still held back, deliberately keeping a stern face, wanting to see what other tricks Nan Weiwei could come up with.
Seeing that Nan Yifeng still hadn't completely given in, Nan Weiwei became anxious and simply threw herself on Nan Yifeng.
Her legs were tightly wrapped around Nan Yifeng's waist, and her arms were around his neck, trapping him like an octopus.
She buried her face in the crook of Nan Yifeng's neck, rubbing it constantly, and muttering, "Just forgive me this time, okay? I'll listen to you from now on and never let you worry again."
Her hair was scattered a little messily on Nan Yifeng's face, and the faint fragrance of her hair lingered on his nose.
Nan Yifeng finally couldn't help it. He sighed softly, held Nan Weiwei's shoulders with both hands, pulled her a little away from him, and looked at her eyes full of expectation and flattery. The anger in his heart had already dissipated for the most part.
But he still kept a straight face and said, "Don't give me that."
Nan Weiwei pulled up a slightly bitter smile and slowly sat up.
Although she tried hard to remain calm, her pale face and slightly trembling hands betrayed her current physical weakness.
Her eyes were filled with grievance, unwillingness and a hint of stubbornness. She stared straight at Nan Yifeng, as if she wanted to pour out all the emotions in her heart.
Nan Yifeng..., "Weiwei, I have no objection to you going to your aunt's place, but... look at what you did?"
Nan Yifeng's voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
"Yi Feng, I didn't mean it,"
"Weiwei...we are human beings, we have emotions, I understand. I also understand that you have been in a bad mood these days due to special circumstances. If you have anything bothering you, you can tell me. But, you actually..." Nan Weiwei thought about it and felt that she was being too much.
"Look at you, what did you do? You went out to drink. You can drink if you want, but you actually... came back in the early morning."
"Let's not talk about anything else. You don't know how to take care of your body. You forgot that you are in a special period these days. Yesterday, you were in excruciating pain?! You cried loudly and were as weak as a kitten. Today, you are tormenting yourself without any care and even drinking. I hope you didn't drink anything cold."
Nan Yifeng frowned tightly, his eyes full of heartache and blame.
Nan shook her head slightly. Foreign liquor has a high alcohol content and may even be able to treat gynecological diseases.
Nan Yifeng,,, "Nonsense."
"And Weiwei, why can't I get through to your phone?! What are you doing?"
Nan Yifeng's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of questioning in it. "Do you know that I was like a headless chicken, calling your number over and over again, and every time I got that cold 'unconnected' response. Do you know how desperate I was at that time? I was very angry and worried that something might happen to you."
Nan Weiwei lowered her head guiltily...
"Also, who sent you messages when I was out at night? Your emotions were all affected by that person's messages. Do you have a new love? Let me check your phone."
Nan Yifeng's eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei, as if he wanted to see through her.
Nan Weiwei unconsciously clenched the bed sheets with her hands, and her knuckles turned white from the force.
She thought of the message she received when she went out at night, and her heart felt like it was being pricked by a thorn, causing a dull pain.
This is my aunt's private matter, and she can't say anything.
Nan Yifeng felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw Nan Weiwei's excited and fragile look.
She originally thought that she had hidden it very well, but she didn't expect that she would still see through it. Her heart ached very much.
Nan opened her mouth slightly, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start.
She knew that her behavior tonight had made Nan Yifeng worried and wronged him, but she also had her own difficulties.
"Yi Feng, I..." Nan Weiwei just opened her mouth, but her voice was choked.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, "That message actually..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Nan Weiwei.
"Don't explain!" Nan Yifeng said loudly, her emotions were on the verge of collapse. "I don't want to hear any explanations now. I just want to know whether you really care about me. We have been together for so long, don't you understand me? How much I care about you and how much I worry about you, can't you feel it?"
Nan Weiwei looked at Nan Yifeng's angry expression and felt a panic in her heart.
She no longer cared about her self-esteem and face, and immediately snuggled into Nan Yifeng's arms, hugging him tightly, as if this could give him some comfort.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault for making you worry. That message was actually a misunderstanding. I went out at night because of some unavoidable things. I promise that I won't do this again in the future. I will discuss anything with you as soon as possible." Her voice was full of apology.
"Show me your phone and the truth will be revealed, won't it?"
Nan Yifeng stared at Nan Weiwei with burning eyes, his eyes were filled with an undeniable scrutiny, as if all the mysteries could be solved as long as he got the phone.
Nan Weiwei slowly shook her head, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly pretended to be calm and said, "I can't give it to you." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying to hide something.
"What? Are you feeling guilty?" Nan Yifeng curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, which was full of ridicule and suspicion.
His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, and his eyes revealed an anger after being deceived.
Nan bit her lip slightly, as if she had made up her mind, and explained anxiously, "No... I... I had an argument with my aunt, and she... got so angry that she threw her phone. As for the content, there was nothing special, just some normal messages..."
Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, her fingers turned white from the force, and her eyes were full of pleading, hoping that Nan Yifeng would believe her words.
Nan Yifeng obviously didn't believe this. His eyes became sharper, like a sharp knife, stabbing straight at Nan Weiwei.
"Your aunt threw you down? Why did you quarrel? She couldn't have thrown you down for no reason. There must be a reason."
His voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
He took a step forward, approaching Nan Weiwei, emitting a strong sense of oppression.
Nan Weiwei was frightened by Nan Yifeng's momentum and took a step back, her back pressed tightly against the wall, as if this could give her some sense of security.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and said, "It was just some trivial family matters. My aunt...she thought I was too impulsive and didn't consider the consequences, so we had an argument. In a fit of rage, she threw my phone."
Her eyes were a little evasive and she didn't dare to look directly into Nan Yifeng's eyes. After all, this was her aunt's privacy.
Nan Yifeng sneered and said, "Family matters? Do you think I would believe that? Family matters always hide some shameful secrets. What else are you hiding from me?"
He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles made a crackling sound from the force.
Nan Weiwei's eyes were slightly red, tears welling up in them. She said aggrievedly, "I really didn't hide anything from you. This time we had a quarrel because of a disagreement with my aunt. Why don't you believe me?" Her voice was filled with tears, and her body was trembling slightly.
Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's aggrieved expression, and his anger subsided a little, but his suspicions remained. He frowned and said, "Then tell me, what exactly did you and your aunt quarrel about? I want to hear the details."
Nan hesitated for a moment and said, "It's...it's about our future life plans. My aunt wants me to follow her ideas, but I have my own ideas. I want to pursue my dreams first, so we had an argument over this issue."
Nan Yifeng listened and was silent for a moment...