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

Chapter 1527 Mysterious Man

In the end, Nan Weiwei looked at her aunt, whose emotions had gone out of control and she had fallen into madness and paranoia. Her face was twisted with anger and full of stubbornness and resistance. She felt a mixture of bitterness and helplessness in her heart.

She understood that no matter what she said at this moment, it would be difficult to make her aunt calm down and listen to a single word. Continuing the stalemate would only make the conflict more intense and deepen the scars on both sides.

So, she took a deep breath, tried to calm the complex emotions surging in her heart, held back the tears in her eyes, turned around silently, and walked slowly towards the door step by step.

Every step she took felt like she was stepping on sharp glass shards, and the pain spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body, but she still gritted her teeth and didn't look back. She was afraid that if she turned back, her determination, which had been so hard to come by, would instantly collapse.

With a soft "bang", the door slowly closed behind him, isolating the suffocating atmosphere in the room.

Nan Weiwei stood alone in the corridor, the dim light casting a long, lonely shadow over her. Suddenly, she felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and helplessness, like a small boat in the vast ocean, unable to find its way.

At this point, her first thought was to find Xu Xiaoxiao to talk and ask Xu Xiaoxiao to help her with some ideas. After all, they were twin sisters, and maybe Xiaoxiao had some ideas.

But then I thought, Xu Xiaoxiao is pregnant now and her mood is already bad. Besides, she might have already fallen asleep at this time.

She really couldn't bear to disturb Xu Xiaoxiao's already exhausted rest time, so she had no choice but to give up the idea.

Then she thought of Xiaomei again.

Xiaomei can be said to be one of her few close friends in this city, and they have a very good relationship.

However, unfortunately, Xiaomei now lives in Lu Feng's house.

Lu Feng has always attached great importance to personal privacy and living space.

He likes to maintain a certain degree of independence and doesn't want others to interfere too much in his life.

Therefore, if I rashly go to visit Xiaomei, it may cause him some inconvenience and trouble.

After all, this is his private space and intrusion without permission might make him uncomfortable.

It would be terrible if my sudden visit caused any unnecessary trouble between Xiaomei and Lu Feng.

The more Nan Weiwei thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She couldn't help but start imagining various possible situations: maybe Xiaomei would feel embarrassed because of her presence, or Lu Feng would feel that he was an uninvited guest and thus have a bad impression of her.

Nan Weiwei sighed softly, her heart filled with loss and helplessness.

She knew that no matter how much she regretted it, it would be of no use because it had already happened.

She could only pray silently, hoping that Xiaomei and Lu Feng would not be affected too much by her arrival.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't swallow this.

That liar Chen Donghai actually deceived his aunt and caused such a fierce conflict between him and his aunt.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The anger in her heart was like a raging fire that could not be extinguished.

She must personally confront Chen Donghai, make him pay for his actions, and reveal the truth to her aunt.

The first thing she thought of was to call a private detective and ask him to find out where Chen Donghai lived.

But when she reached out to touch her cell phone, she suddenly remembered that her aunt had thrown it to the ground in anger, and it was now lying in pieces on the floor of the house.

She looked at the broken cell phone and felt annoyed, as if she had lost her last lifeline to the outside world.

She stood in the corridor, looking around, trying to find a place where she could borrow a cell phone to make a call.

But the corridor was empty, and there was nothing but the sound of her own footsteps. Besides, she couldn't remember the private detective's phone number.

She shook her head helplessly and could only walk out of the community to see if there was any help available outside.

With every step she took, she felt her heart grow heavier, but she knew she couldn't just give up.

Nan Weiwei wandered aimlessly on the street. The neon lights of the city flickered outside the car window, like a pair of cold eyes, quietly watching her, who was struggling in the whirlpool of emotions.

Her mind was filled with her aunt's paranoid look and Chen Donghai's hidden conspiracy. The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

There was really no way to relieve the anger in my heart, and I really didn't want to go back to the home where I had just had a fierce quarrel with my aunt and the atmosphere was full of depression.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her fingers turning white from the force, and looked ahead with a somewhat empty look in her eyes.

Before she knew it, the car had circled the city and finally stopped slowly in front of a bar she used to frequent.

The appearance of this bar exudes a unique charm at night, with colorful lights pouring through the glass windows, as if a mysterious dream world is waving to her.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind - to get drunk so that she would not know anything.

She wanted to use alcohol to numb her nerves and make herself forget the troubles and pain temporarily.

She walked into the bar with a stumbling step but with ease. The bar was bustling with activity, with deafening music and people's laughter intertwined to create a unique atmosphere.

She scanned the bar and finally chose a relatively quiet booth.

She was like a body with its soul taken away. She sat down slowly, her body sinking deeply into the soft sofa.

"Waiter, bring the wine." Her voice was a little hoarse, with an unconcealable fatigue and loneliness.

After a while, the waiter brought a dozen glasses of wine and placed them on the table in front of her.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and picked up a bottle of wine and drank it directly from the bottle.

The cold wine flowed down her throat into her stomach, bringing a stinging burning sensation, but she seemed not to feel it and just drank one glass after another.

Before long, she drank the entire dozen bottles of wine in one gulp like water, at an astonishing speed.

As the wine continued to flow into her throat, her body gradually began to heat up, and two faint blushes appeared on her cheeks, like ripe apples, extremely tempting.

At the same time, her eyes began to become a little blurry. Her originally clear eyes now seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to understand her true thoughts.

Her eyes wandered and seemed to have lost focus, as if the whole world had become blurred before her eyes.

She felt it was not enough...

She was just about to wave to the waiter for more wine, but before she could say anything, the waiter took the initiative to bring her a bottle of expensive foreign wine.

"This is... I didn't ask for this wine." Nan Weiwei was a little confused. Although she was drunk, she was still a little sober in her mind.

"Miss, I know, but which gentleman next to you ordered this wine for you?"

The waiter said with a smile on his face and a respectful and polite tone.

The waiter continued, "Which gentleman also specifically reminded you that although this wine is fragrant, don't drink too much. Drink in moderation and don't drink too quickly, otherwise it will harm your health."

His words revealed his concern and consideration for the young lady, which made people feel a little curious about this gentleman.

Nan was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"He is..."

"It's Mr. Ye, our VIP." said the waiter.

Nan raised his head slightly and looked in the direction the waiter pointed, only to see a man in a black suit sitting in another corner of the bar.

The man has an extraordinary temperament, and his every move reveals elegance and calmness.

His gaze was gently fixed on Nan Weiwei, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a faint smile.

Nan frowned slightly, wondering who this person was.

She tried hard to search her mind for memories of this person, but found nothing.

However, she didn't have too much time to think about this problem at the moment, as the effect of alcohol had made her head a little dizzy.

She looked at the expensive bottle of foreign liquor in front of her, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she thought to herself: Drink it, no matter who gave it to me. Maybe when I get drunk, I can temporarily forget all the troubles.

So she picked up the bottle again, slowly poured the wine into her mouth, and let the strong smell of wine overwhelm her.

The waiter, carrying a tray, walked briskly away from Nan Weiwei's booth and returned to a relatively secluded corner nearby.

The lighting here is a little dim, in stark contrast to the bustling main area of ​​the bar. A man in a well-tailored black suit is sitting quietly in a wheelchair with his back to the waiter.

The waiter bowed gracefully, a perfectly professional smile plastered across his face, giving him a sense of both friendliness and professionalism. His voice was soft and gentle, as if he wasn't afraid to startle anything. He said quietly, "Mr. Ye, I've already done what you asked me to do. The bottle of wine has been delivered, just as you requested."

He lowered his voice, fearing to disturb the other guests in the bar who were enjoying the joyful atmosphere.

"However, judging from that lady's demeanor and behavior, she doesn't seem to be in the mood to drink with you today. Her face reveals a hint of worry, perhaps she's encountered some troubles, or she's not feeling well. In short, she doesn't look as cheerful and relaxed as usual."

man,,,,

The waiter paused for a moment, carefully observing Mr. Ye's reaction, and then said, "I guess I'll thank you another time. After all, such an expensive wine..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear. If he gave away such expensive wine, the other party might not appreciate it immediately.

Mr. Ye sat in a wheelchair, his posture still upright. He gently shook the glass of attractive red wine in his hand, and the wine slowly swirled in the glass, reflecting a charming luster.

His fingers were long and white, and looked particularly elegant against the backdrop of the wine glass.

Hearing the waiter's words, he paused slightly, but quickly regained his calm demeanor.

"Okay, got it, you can go out now."

Mr. Ye's voice was low and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty.

He didn't even look back at the waiter, but just focused on the red wine in his hand, as if there was some unknown secret hidden in it.

The waiter nodded, bowed again, then turned and left quietly, as if afraid of disturbing Mr. Ye's deep thoughts.

Mr. Ye still sat quietly in the wheelchair. Through the dim light, his eyes revealed an elusive and complex emotion.

The music in the bar was still deafening, and people were laughing and talking, but all this seemed to have nothing to do with Mr. Ye.

He just sat there quietly, shaking the red wine glass in his hand gently, as if the whole world was left with only him and the red wine in the glass.

Unconsciously, the noisy atmosphere in the bar seemed to be slowly turned down by an invisible hand, and the clock hands hanging on the wall quietly climbed to one o'clock in the morning.

Outside the window, the city's night sky was dyed into colorful colors by neon lights, but the lights in the bar began to become a little hazy. Under the influence of alcohol, Nan Weiwei felt that the world in front of her eyes was covered with a layer of gauze.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to sober herself up, knowing full well that she couldn't drink any more.

If I drink any more, I might have trouble even walking out of the bar, let alone driving home.

She fumbled for the car keys on the table in a panic, and finally got them in her hand, holding them tightly, as if holding on to her last hope of returning home.

Nan stood up shakily, his legs feeling as soft and weak as if he was stepping on cotton.

She held onto the table next to her, trying to steady herself, then walked step by step towards the door of the bar.

With every step she took, she felt the ground slipping under her feet, as if the whole world was shaking with her.

Just as she was about to reach the door, suddenly, a young man in a neat suit flashed out from the side and blocked her way steadily.

Nan Weiwei was startled by the sudden obstruction and instinctively took a step back, almost falling.

She frowned, her eyes blurry and filled with anger as she looked at the man in front of her. She shouted, "You...what are you doing? Get out of the way!"

The young man always maintained a polite yet firm smile on his face.

He just bowed slightly, his movements were elegant and natural, as if all this was already a habit for him.

His voice was low and gentle, yet revealed an unquestionable firmness: "Miss, Mr. Ye specifically instructed that I must take you back."

His voice was clear and steady, standing out particularly at the entrance of the slightly noisy bar.

When Nan Weiwei heard the three words "Mr. Ye", she was stunned at first, and the mysterious man who gave her expensive foreign wine in the bar before suddenly appeared in her mind.

A hint of doubt and vigilance flashed in her eyes. She looked the young man up and down before asking, "Mr. Ye? Which Mr. Ye? Why did he send me back?"

The young man still kept smiling and patiently explained, "It's Mr. Ye who gave you the wine earlier. He was worried that you drank too much and it would be unsafe to go back alone, so he asked me to take you back."

Nan Weiwei's drunkenness made her brain a little slow, and she tried hard to think about Mr. Ye's intentions.

On the one hand, she felt that she was not familiar with him and it was inappropriate for her to accept his help; on the other hand, she was indeed very dizzy at the moment and there was a great safety risk in driving back by herself.

Just as she was hesitating, the young man said, "Don't worry, Miss. I am only responsible for getting you home safely. There will be no other matters. Mr. Ye also means well, so please don't refuse."

Nan Weiwei,,,,