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

Chapter 1519: Strangers at Aunt's House

In the end, Fu Yanchen had to go out because the company had urgent matters to deal with.

He carefully helped Xu Xiaoxiao put her scarf and hat back on, his eyes filled with reluctance and worry. He said softly, "Xiaoxiao, be good at home. If you feel unwell, be sure to call me immediately. I'll be back as soon as I finish my work."

Xu Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded, then stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his cheek: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, be careful on the road."

After Fu Yanchen left, Xu Xiaoxiao played in the snow in the yard for a while.

She built a small snowman, gave it a nose with a carrot, and drew eyes and a mouth with stones. Looking at this cute little snowman, she giggled with joy.

Only when her fingers were red from the cold and her body was shivering did she pat the snow off her body with satisfaction and turn to walk home.

As soon as I entered the house, warm air hit me in the face, forming a sharp contrast with the cold outside.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood at the door, preparing to change her shoes that were soaked by the snow. She bent down, untied her shoelaces, and was about to take them off when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Xiaoxiao, Mr. has become a completely different person compared to before. Have you noticed? He is much gentler." This was the voice of Hou's mother, and there was a hint of surprise and confusion in her tone.

Xu Xiaoxiao's hand stopped in mid-air. She slowly straightened up, turned around and looked at Mother Hou.

Mother Hou stood in the living room with a thoughtful expression on her face.

After a long while, Xu Xiaoxiao slowly bent down and began to take off her shoes.

Her movements seemed a little lazy, and she didn't seem to care much about anything around her.

While taking off her shoes, she even yawned a little and said casually, "Really? How come I didn't notice it?"

Her tone was very flat, as if she was talking about something very ordinary, and she showed no interest in the topic at all.

She was still immersed in the joy of playing in the snow and didn't pay much attention to what Hou's mother said.

She felt her body, stiffened by the cold wind, desperately need warmth, and a wave of sleepiness crept in. She rubbed her hands and said, "This damn weather is so cold! I've only been playing in the snow for a while, and I feel like I'm freezing. Right now, I don't want to do anything else but go upstairs, crawl into my warm bed, and take a good nap."

Mother Hou shook her head. This girl is pretending to be stupid.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I need to trouble you with. If the housekeeper is going out later, please remember to ask him to bring back two books for me."

"Ah? Xiaoxiao, do you young people know how to choose the books they read? Don't let them end up not liking you."

"It's okay, he knows. She usually buys books for me, so she knows what kind of topics I like to read the most. If he doesn't know which book it is, just ask him to call me and I'll explain it to him.

Mother Hou looked at Xu Xiaoxiao's lazy and childish look and nodded with a smile: "Okay, Xiaoxiao, go upstairs and lie down. Don't catch a cold. When the housekeeper comes back, I'll tell him about bringing the book."

Xu Xiaoxiao smiled gratefully at Hou's mother, then dragged her somewhat tired body upstairs.

She climbed the stairs slowly, step by step, feeling her body getting heavier with each step.

Finally reaching the bedroom, she fell headfirst onto the soft big bed, curled up in the quilt like a lazy cat.

The warmth of the quilt quickly enveloped her, making her feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

She closed her eyes, but the scene of playing in the snow just now kept appearing in her mind. The white snowflakes and cheerful laughter seemed to still echo in front of her eyes and ears.

As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, and she gradually fell asleep with this beautiful memory.

Downstairs, Hou's mother watched Xu Xiaoxiao's back as she went upstairs, muttering to herself, "This man has really changed since Xiaoxiao became pregnant. He has become more responsible and more considerate." She hoped that the two of them could continue to be so happy. After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen, preparing to leave some warm snacks for Xu Xiaoxiao to eat when she woke up.

At this time, the snow was still falling outside the window, but the villa was full of warmth and tranquility.

In her dreams, Xu Xiaoxiao was looking forward to the book that the housekeeper would bring back, while Mother Hou carefully guarded the warmth of home, waiting for Fu Yanchen to finish his business and return soon.

After Hou Mama told the housekeeper about Xu Xiaoxiao asking him to help buy books, the housekeeper was slightly stunned and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

On weekdays, all kinds of books in the house are personally selected by Mr. Fu and handed to him, who then passes them on to his wife. He knows that Mr. Fu knows his wife's preferences very well, and the books he chooses every time can make his wife read with great interest.

However, seeing Hou Mama's expectant eyes, the housekeeper nodded and said, "Okay, Hou Mama, I'll make a note of this."

After Madam Hou turned and left, the housekeeper thought for a moment and decided he had to report to Fu Yanchen. He took out his phone and tapped rapidly on the screen. Soon, a concise message was sent: "Madam wants to read a book, the usual topic."

After the message was sent successfully, the butler breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed an important task.

At the same time, in Nan Yifeng's villa area, Nan Weiwei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a magazine in her hand boredly.

In fact, her stomach pain had stopped a long time ago, but Nan Yifeng seemed to have become an obstinate guardian, insisting that she stay at home and rest no matter what.

His attitude was extremely firm, even a little tough, leaving no room for negotiation.

Nan sighed helplessly and looked into the distance through the window.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted to her aunt Jiang Ling.

Aunt Jiang Ling lives alone in that old house which is a bit old but full of memories. The two of them don’t have much contact on weekdays because they are both busy.

A strong thought suddenly came to Nan Weiwei's mind: It's time to go back and see her aunt.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, thinking about how to tell Nan Yifeng about this.

Nan Yifeng was currently handling some work matters in his study. The door of the study was closed, and only the occasional sound of keyboard tapping could be heard.

Nan Weiwei walked to the door of the study and knocked gently. Nan Yifeng's calm voice came from inside: "Come in."

Nan Weiwei opened the door and walked in. Nan Yifeng was sitting at the desk, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.

Seeing Nan Weiwei come in, he stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and asked gently: "What's wrong? Are you bored?"

Nan nodded slightly, then mustered up the courage to say, "Yi Feng, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. I want to go back and see my aunt. She lives alone, and we don't have much contact. I'm a little worried about her."

After hearing this, Nan Yifeng frowned slightly. He stood up, walked to Nan Weiwei, gently held her hand, and said, "Weiwei, I know you miss your aunt, but you've just gotten better, and I'm afraid you'll be tired from traveling. How about I go with you in a few days?"

Nan shook his head slightly, his eyes full of determination: "Yi Feng, I'm really fine. I'll go back and take a look, and I'll be back soon. Auntie is old, and I don't want to worry about her being alone."

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's persistence and knew in his heart that he couldn't persuade her.

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to promise me that you will be careful on the road and send me a message to let me know you are safe when you get to your aunt.

If you feel unwell, call me immediately and I will come to pick you up right away."

Nan Weiwei smiled brightly after hearing this. She stood on tiptoe, kissed Nan Yifeng on the face, and said, "Yifeng, you're so nice! I promise to be careful, so don't worry."

Nan Yifeng patted her head lovingly and said, "Okay, go pack your things, I'll ask the driver to take you there."

Nan Weiwei responded cheerfully and turned to pack her things.

Looking at her bouncing figure, Nan Yifeng's mouth corners unconsciously rose, his eyes full of love and worry.

The car slowly drove into the community and stopped steadily downstairs.

Nan Weiwei gently pushed open the car door and got out gracefully, holding an exquisite bag in her hand, which contained breakfast and gifts she had carefully prepared for her aunt Jiang Ling.

Breakfast is a steaming bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks, the aroma is so fragrant that it makes you salivate.

The gift was a beautiful scarf made of soft material and warm color, which seemed to be a symbol of Nan Weiwei's care and love for her aunt.

Nan Weiwei carried the bag carefully, fearing that the food inside would spill out or the gifts would be damaged.

She walked briskly towards the unit door, her heart full of anticipation, imagining her aunt's surprise and happiness when she saw this thoughtful gesture.

Breakfast is Jiangling’s favorite meal on weekdays. The steaming buns emit an enticing wheat aroma, and there is a cup of warm soy milk, with white mist lingering in the cold air.

The gift was a soft cashmere scarf. Nan Weiwei thought that her aunt would feel warm in the winter when she wore it.

She walked into the apartment building with ease and got on the elevator. As the elevator slowly rose, her mood became more and more anxious.

My aunt’s kind face and the warm memories of being with her kept appearing in my mind.

"Ding——" The elevator door opened, and Nan Weiwei quickly walked to the door of her aunt's house.

She took a deep breath, adjusted what she was holding, and then knocked gently on the door.

After waiting for a while, there was no response from inside. Nan Weiwei thought that maybe her aunt was busy and didn't hear it, so she took out the key and opened the door.

She had just opened the door a crack and was changing her shoes when her eyes inadvertently swept across the pair of men's shoes on the ground.

They were a pair of black leather shoes, simple in style yet high in texture. There were some slight wrinkles on the uppers, as if they had just been worn.

Nan Weiwei's heart suddenly tightened and her mind went blank for a moment.

My aunt has always been single and has no husband. What's the matter with this man's shoes?

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in her heart.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind: Could it be that her aunt had a boyfriend? But she had never heard her aunt mention it.

Or maybe some uninvited guest broke into my aunt's house? Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei's body trembled involuntarily, and the breakfast and gift in her hands almost fell to the ground.

She suppressed her inner fear, slowly raised her head, and scanned the room.

Everything in the living room was normal, the furniture was neatly arranged, and there were no obvious signs of a fight.

But the tense atmosphere was like a substance, permeating the air.

Nan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

She gently put down what she was holding and tiptoed towards the back of the living room.

With every step she took, her heart beat faster, as if what she was stepping on was not the floor, but an unknown danger.

When she walked to the junction of the living room and the bedroom, she suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the bedroom.